My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker! - Chapter 1192

Chapter 1192: You’re Important

Qiao Mu was really about to die from anger. Why didn’t he say anything when such a big incident had occurred?

When Qiao Mu scrutinized his handsome, innocent face at this moment, she couldn’t resist pinching his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“This wasn’t anything big…” However, when Crown Prince Mo noticed a certain person’s enraged glare, his voice dwindled into an almost inaudible volume. “You’ve been too tired these few days. You should take a good nap.”

He really was going to anger her to death!

Qiao Mu pounded his chest. “Is my nap important, or is your life important?”

Mo Lian had opened his mouth to speak, but he hastily changed the “you’re important” that he was going to blurt out into “Both… both are important.”

At his answer, Qiao Mu pounced over and chomped down on him. “You scoundrel.”

“Yes, yes. I am a scoundrel.” Mo Lian hastily hugged this little fellow and begged for mercy, “Qiaoqiao, don’t be angry, okay. Your teeth will hurt from biting.”

As he said this, he even earnestly went through the motion of lifting up her chin to check her teeth.

Qiao Mu gruffly swatted away his paw and turned her small head aside in a huff. “Ignoring you.”

With a perfectly guileless look, Mo Lian turned her small head back. “No way, how can you ignore me? Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao. Don’t be angry, it’s not that I don’t cherish my life, it’s just that I know this poison cannot do anything to me for the time being. Have you forgotten that I myself am an apothecary? My medicinal power can neutralize some of the poisonous effects, but it just can’t cure it completely.”

Reaching out to hug him, Qiao Mu looked up at him unblinkingly. “How long have you been poisoned?”

“Not long after you left the Mo Kingdom capital, Ding Tingding suddenly sent me a message.”

“Ding Tingding was the one who poisoned you?” Qiao Mu’s small face sank as she secretly charged Ding Tingding with yet another account in her mind.

“It’s him.” Mo Lian explained with a nod, “Ding Tingding has remarkable strength, wielding a grade-eight wood spirit. The reason I got poisoned was because I fell prey to his plot, but similarly, he didn’t get off easy either.”

“You’ve been poisoned for a month?” Qiao Mu looked at him in shock.

“No, it hasn’t been a month. At most half a month.” Mo Lian gently rocked her small body in his arms. “I’m fine.”

Yet Qiao Mu clobbered his head with her small fist. “Dummy!”

Mo Lian: …

Afterwards, Qiao Mu grumpily took out an antidote solution from her inner world. “Drink this first. I’ll make you an antidote pill tonight. I just don’t know if I have all the necessary medicinal materials,” she muttered to herself.

“Qiaoqiao, it’s not urgent.”

“What do you mean it’s not urgent!” Qiao Mu glared at him unhappily. “I find it urgent.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” Mo Lian blinked his phoenix eyes and negotiated with a smile as he held Qiaoqiao. “Then don’t work on the antidote pill until too late, okay? Look at you. When Mom sees that you have gotten so much skinnier this time, she will definitely resent me for not taking proper care of you even if she doesn’t say it out loud.”

“Bah.” Qiao Mu cast him a grouchy glance. “You’re just worried that Mom will blame you.”

“Qiaoqiao…”

“Previously, when I wanted to cultivate every day, did you bother me every day?” After watching him drink the antidote solution, she took his pulse again before shooting him a glance.

“I didn’t.” Mo Lian quickly shook his head and deadpanned, “I never bothered you while you were cultivating. Otherwise, do you think you could have broken through to become a level-14 mystic cultivator so quickly?”