Shen Qingwan had already arrived at the Northern Army Camp and was unaware of what was happening back home.

She carried a handwritten letter from the governor and entered the military camp.

Instead of directly requesting an audience with the War King, she asked to see Murong Wushuang.

In her view, the War King was busy managing countless affairs and might not have time to meet her.

Rather than waiting aimlessly, she figured it would be better to find Murong Wushuang since he was the one in charge of provisions.

Murong Wushuang was in his tent discussing military matters with Beichen Yuan and several generals when a soldier came to report that someone was looking for “Young Master Murong.”

Initially, Murong Wushuang was puzzled about who would seek him out, but when he heard that the visitor was a rather handsome young gentleman, a thought suddenly struck him.

Could it be her?

“Where is he?”

Murong Wushuang was usually calm and composed, rarely showing his emotions.

Beichen Yuan glanced at him but said nothing.

However, Murong Wushuang immediately left the tent, looking rather eager.

Anyone who didn’t know better might have thought he was meeting a loved one, judging by how anxious he seemed.

Not only was Beichen Yuan curious, but the others were also puzzled.

After all, Young Master Murong, despite his courteous demeanor, was actually aloof and distant, keeping people at arm’s length.

His cold nature rivaled even the formidable aura of the War King.

While the War King’s presence inspired fear, Murong Wushuang was simply too detached to approach.

Despite their extreme differences, these two worked together seamlessly.

Murong Wushuang, with his unparalleled intelligence, was like the strategist of the Northern Army, while Beichen Yuan was their anchor, ensuring their invincibility.

Shen Qingwan had been waiting at the entrance of the camp for a while when she finally saw a figure dressed in white, exuding an air of elegance and detachment.

She let out a sigh of relief.

“Young Master Wushuang, we meet again.”

She cupped her hands in greeting.

Murong Wushuang’s face bore a warm smile, his eyes reflecting a mesmerizing charm as if holding the stars and sea.

“Young Master Shen, long time no see.”

He returned the greeting, and the two conversed like old friends reuniting after a long time.

With Murong Wushuang personally welcoming her, the guards let her in.

He led her to an unused tent, knowing that she had come regarding provisions and had no intention of beating around the bush.

“You’ve gathered more grain, I assume?”

Shen Qingwan nodded. “Something like that. It’s not much, but it’s a token of my goodwill. Actually, I have a favor to ask, which is why I brought twenty thousand stones of grain as a gesture.”

Murong Wushuang was surprised.

What kind of request could be worth twenty thousand stones of grain?

“You have helped the Northern Army greatly. Please, speak freely. If it is within my power, I will not refuse.”

Shen Qingwan pulled forward the woman standing behind her. “This is my mother. She lost her sanity due to a traumatic event. I’ve heard that Divine Physician Chu is highly skilled and currently residing in the camp. I brought my mother here in hopes that he could treat her. If he succeeds, I will reward him handsomely.”

If her mother could truly be cured, Shen Qingwan wouldn’t hesitate to donate another thirty thousand stones of grain to the army.

Murong Wushuang’s thoughts flickered as he glanced at the veiled woman behind her.

It seems we’ve found ourselves a little landlady.

She spoke of tens of thousands of stones of grain so casually—her wealth was remarkable.

With such a generous benefactor, at least they wouldn’t have to worry about provisions for the time being.

Though he was curious about where she had acquired so much grain and how she had safely transported it to the north, he knew that as long as the supplies were real and untainted, their origin was irrelevant.

“Divine Physician Chu is indeed in the camp, but he is not officially part of the military, so he doesn’t answer to us. You will need to speak with him personally. However, he has a kind heart, so I doubt he will refuse. Wait here while I send for him.”

Divine Physician Chu… kind-hearted?

Shen Qingwan nodded, and Murong Wushuang left the tent.

Among the sea of cold steel armor, his white robes stood out even more, his elegance striking.

His graceful movements naturally drew attention.

Shen Qingwan found herself looking at him a little longer before snapping back to reality.

Her mother, feeling uneasy in the unfamiliar surroundings, clung to her tightly.

Seeing how much her mother relied on her, Shen Qingwan felt a deep ache in her heart.

Whether this woman was her mother from her past life or simply the mother of this body, she would protect her and never let her suffer again.

After about fifteen minutes, Murong Wushuang returned, accompanied by an elderly man with graying facial hair, who followed behind him reluctantly.

“Who needs treatment? Where’s the patient?”

The old man seemed rather annoyed, his expression irritable as he glared at them, making it clear that he was here against his will.

Murong Wushuang merely smiled and introduced them. “Young Master Shen, this is Divine Physician Chu.”

Shen Qingwan greeted him with a respectful bow. “I am Shen Qingwan. I’ve come seeking your help for my mother. If you can save her, I will reward you greatly.”

Since she was asking for help, she made sure to show proper courtesy.

Divine Physician Chu glanced at the veiled woman behind her and said, “Since I’m already here, I’ll take a look.”

Though he was grumbling, he stepped forward and took her pulse.

The moment he touched her wrist, his brows furrowed deeply. After a long pause, he finally spoke.

“She has been poisoned. The toxin has been accumulating in her body for a long time, making it difficult to fully cleanse. However, restoring her sanity is possible—it will just take some time.”

Poisoned?

Shen Qingwan’s entire body stiffened.

Her mother was the wife of the Grand General.

Who would dare poison her? And who could have done it? Could it have been one of the general’s concubines?

She had watched enough palace dramas in her past life to know how ruthless women could be in ancient times.

The schemes and intrigues of the inner court were deadly, making it almost impossible to guard against such treachery.

Shen Qingwan took an exquisitely crafted wooden box from her servant, Rong Yunshuang, and placed it in front of Divine Physician Chu.

She had prepared this gift in advance, knowing it was only proper to bring a token of gratitude when asking for medical treatment.

“Please, Divine Physician Chu, treat my mother. This is a small token of my appreciation.”

Divine Physician Chu had seen countless treasures in his lifetime and initially waved a hand to refuse.

But when Shen Qingwan casually opened the box with a snap, revealing its contents, his expression changed.

Inside the wooden box lay items he had never seen before.