Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss Chapter 2314 - Side Story - Wu Xiao Dao Edition（4) Save Others, Save Herself

“How dare you!” This time, the furious shout came from a minister inside the imperial study, while the Emperor on his throne seethed with rage as well.

“Such insolence! Guards, seize her and deliver twenty lashes!” Regardless of any merits, she’d be flogged first.

“Tch, I’m not interested in these silly games with you.” Wu Xiao Dao shook her head, telling Mu Si, “I’ll wait for you outside.”

With those words, she vanished gradually right before their astonished eyes!

“What just happened?” All in the imperial study stood stunned.

She vanished in an instant—was she a fairy? He’d just ordered twenty board strikes for her, gulp, would she return for vengeance?

“Father, stay calm, Xiao Dao means no harm.” Fu Ming Shao hastened to comfort him, detailing Wu Xiao Dao’s situation fully. “Xiao Dao’s wild but not evil. Unless provoked, she speaks reasonably enough.”

…

Wu Xiao Dao strolled through the Palace, running into numerous incidents. Tsk tsk, she marveled inwardly at how this cultivation-barren land could still erupt in chaos! What rotten fortune!

“Luckily, this spatial skill demands little spiritual power. My strength suffices to intimidate these mortals.” Wu Xiao Dao mused aloud.

Her abilities had forever lagged behind Wu Qi Yao’s. Should they learn she tricked these mortals this way, they’d laugh for months on end.

One hour passed before Fu Ming Shao and Mu Si exited the imperial study. Reaching the Palace gates, they spotted Wu Xiao Dao lounging casually atop the Palace Wall, encircled by royal guards poised to strike.

Spotting them, Wu Xiao Dao waved cheerfully and called, “Why’d you two take so long?”

……

“Come on.” Fu Ming Shao gestured to her, and she hopped down from the Palace Wall at once, brushing off the onlookers, trailing them from the Palace.

“Heading to meet your beloved now?” Wu Xiao Dao queried Mu Si.

Mu Si: “…”

The group arrived at a manor, finding it empty upon entry. In the backyard, a white-clad woman lounged in the sunlight, chatting softly with two maids.

Though not strikingly lovely, the woman exuded gentle warmth. Her soft words to the maids painted her as fragile, evoking a desire to shield her.

“Wan’er, why are you out again? Didn’t the doctor order bed rest?” Mu Si approached, draping the nearby blanket over her with utmost tenderness.

“Mu Si, you’ve come.” Spotting him, the woman’s lips curved upward, her eyes brimming with joy and deep affection, laced with faint surprise. She extended a hand to smooth his attire, inquiring, “Weren’t you at the Palace seeing the Emperor? How’d you finish so soon? Back to the Manor already?”

“Not yet. I brought someone to meet you.” Mu Si glanced toward Wu Xiao Dao.

Wu Xiao Dao hadn’t anticipated Mu Si’s icy demeanor elsewhere melting into such softness for this woman. Yet at first sight, she indeed radiated comfort and a favorable vibe.

Wan’er turned, noticing Wu Xiao Dao and Fu Ming Shao. She tried rising to curtsy but Mu Si restrained her—still, she stood.

“I have seen the Sixth Prince.”

“Wan’er, he’s Duke Ding now.” Mu Si informed her.

Joy lit Wan’er’s features as she offered, “Congratulations, Your Highness.”

“Your health’s poor, no need for formalities.” Fu Ming Shao dismissed it with a wave, then instructed Wu Xiao Dao, “Xiao Dao, examine Wan’er’s condition.”

Wu Xiao Dao nodded, approached, had Wan’er sit, and extended her hand to feel the pulse.

Though puzzled, Wan’er offered her slender wrist.

Wu Xiao Dao checked the pulse, then sent her spiritual power into the body for a scan, her brows knitting ever tighter.

“Xiao Dao, what’s the verdict?” Mu Si gazed at her anxiously. “Found the cause of her frailty?”

Wu Xiao Dao pulled back her hand, asking, “What did the doctors claim earlier?”

“They couldn’t pinpoint it—just said she worries too much. Even with meds, Wan’er’s condition worsens.” Mu Si answered.

“Your return gladdens me plenty.” Wan’er clasped his hand, smiling to ease his worry.

Meeting him once in life sufficed for her.

Mu Si ached deeply, and witnessing it distressed Wu Xiao Dao too.

Xiao Yao Yao had once shared that Mother’s disciple endured immense hardship, enduring infernal training in the Underworld and even seeking further ordeals.

Xiao Yao Yao hadn’t spelled it out, but Wu Xiao Dao inferred it—despite Mother’s obliviousness. With Mother cherishing this disciple so, and him now finding love, why not aid him? It could benefit her as well.

Thus, when Mu Si pressed again, she revealed the truth.

“There’s actually hope remaining.” Wu Xiao Dao stated.

“You can cure her?” Mu Si fixed joyful eyes on her.

Wu Xiao Dao opened her palms: “Her body holds no illness…”

Before finishing, Mu Si grew frantic: “How’s she so feeble then?”

“Her lifespan’s decreed by fate.” Wu Xiao Dao explained.

“Lifespan decreed? What’s that?” Fu Ming Shao questioned now.

“It’s the Heavenly Dao… Heavens permit her only so many years; as time nears end, her vitality fades.” Wu Xiao Dao clarified simply.

Fu Ming Shao and Mu Si, both erudite, grasped her meaning swiftly despite novelty.

“If fate-bound, how to rescue her?” Mu Si probed.

“Simple enough, though costly.” Wu Xiao Dao replied. “You… Never mind, you’re powerless now. I’ll alter her fate, defy the heavens—but it risks heavenly punishment.”

“What’s heavenly punishment?”

“Lightning tribulation. Its severity hinges on the Heavenly Dao.” Wu Xiao Dao answered.

“Dangerous?” Fu Ming Shao sounded glum.

Wu Xiao Dao gazed skyward, eyes distant: “Danger lurks, yet it might prove boon for me.”

Boon? Her claim baffled them—how could lightning be beneficial?

Fu Ming Shao eyed her, lips pressing thin, brow furrowing.

“I’ve never witnessed lightning tribulation, but it terrifies just hearing of it. If struck, would I survive?” Wan’er gripped Wu Xiao Dao’s hand, urging, “Heavens grant limited time—why demand more and endanger you?”

Her hands felt velvety soft, comforting in Wu Xiao Dao’s grasp.

Then she faced Mu Si: “Mu Si, let’s accept it.”

Accept it—as long as his presence graced her final moments, it sufficed.

Mu Si wavered. He yearned to save Wan’er yet balked at risking Wu Xiao Dao.

“Truth is, I’d use this to rescue myself too.” Wu Xiao Dao spelled it out clearer. “That boon I mentioned? A path to my own salvation.”