The Emperor Wants To Marry The Doctor Chapter 2: First Meeting by the Lake

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After handling the three bodies, Chu Liuyue seized the nearby bundle. This had once belonged to the original Chu Liuyue.

A frown creased her brow as she opened it and inspected the contents.

Inside lay a sizable sum of silver along with numerous jewels. Though unimpressive to Shangguan Yue, the former princess, this hoard represented immense wealth for a mistreated girl from the impoverished Chu family.

Planning to flee? Chu Liuyue sneered inwardly.

The original Chu Liuyue would never abandon her father during an escape, especially given her timid nature that lacked such boldness.

Above all, how could someone as bullied as Chu Liuyue in the Chu family acquire such riches? Clearly, a setup was in play!

If Song Lian and his kin orchestrated this, they staged it carefully to avoid suspicion.

Discovery of Chu Liuyue’s corpse with those items would lead others to believe she stole them and fled while pretending to shop.

Thieves merited death!

Even in death, Chu Xianmin sought to destroy her!

Now inhabiting Chu Liuyue’s body, she resolved to clear her host’s name. Moreover, this identity smoothed her path ahead.

Having examined it all, Chu Liuyue scanned her surroundings. Faintly, the trickle of a stream reached her ears.

Covered in gore and grime, she desperately needed a bath. Luckily, the bundle contained clean garments.

…

Traversing the dense woods for roughly quarter of an hour, Chu Liuyue reached a vivid blue lake.

Shockingly, a veil of mist hovered over the water’s surface.

From the shoreline, she could barely glimpse the water nearby; the rest lay hidden.

Extending her hand into the mist, Chu Liuyue felt surprise at its touch.

This mist arises from highly dense force! Cultivating here would yield rapid progress!

As Tianling Dynasty’s princess and heir, she knew the ten vassal nations intimately. Though inferior to her former training grounds, this spot ranked highly in modest Country Yao Chen.

Then came a deep growl.

Lifting her gaze, she spotted a pristine white tiger beside the lake, its ice-blue eyes fixed on her! A high-level demonic beast!

While pondering how to handle it, the tiger flicked its tail, reclined once more, and shut its eyes.

Chu Liuyue froze in astonishment.

Ignoring me? Yet guardian beasts are notoriously fierce!

Her thoughts unfinished, the tiger reopened its eyes, glanced her way, rose, and approached!

Upon reaching her, the white tiger pawed the bundle to the ground and butted her gently with its head.

“You want me to go in?” Chu Liuyue asked hesitantly.

The white tiger settled on the ground, locking eyes with her, as if refusing to budge until she complied.

Chu Liuyue stood speechless.

Amused, she found the white tiger endearing. Stroking its head, she watched it close its eyes in bliss.

She shed her bloodstained, filthy attire and waded into the lake, embraced by its soothing warmth.

A potent, cozy force surged over her.

Closing her eyes, Chu Liuyue assessed the body’s state.

…

On Xuan Wu Mainland, only the strong survived.

Cultivators fell into two types: warriors, who drew Heaven and Earth Force into their bodies, and Xuan Masters, who channeled force via amulets to perceive its mysteries.

Though both cultivated, Xuan Masters demanded stricter prerequisites, making them scarcer and more esteemed.

Essential for cultivation was the Yuan meridian, the sole conduit for absorbing Heaven and Earth Force, thus vital beyond measure.

Yuan meridians graded into four tiers: Tianjing, Dijing, Xuanjing, and Huangjing.

Tianjing ranked supreme. Even Tianling Dynasty birthed just two such bearers in a millennium.

One was its founder. The other… herself.

This explained her status as the dynasty’s most honored princess! Cultivation came effortlessly to her. Yet this body bore a flawed Yuan meridian: it absorbed force but couldn’t store or convert it into her strength.

Thus, Chu Liuyue was deemed worthless from birth!

“Looks like restoring this Yuan meridian comes first…” Chu Liuyue murmured.

Hearers would gape in shock. How to mend an innate Yuan meridian?

None in Country Yao Chen could manage it! But to Shangguan Yue, ex-princess of Tianling Dynasty, it was trivial!

Heavenly doctors stood as the continent’s most enigmatic, exalted beings, capable of raising the dead and mending bones into wholes. No feat eluded them! Harder to become than Xuan Masters, their path diverged from warriors and Xuan Masters alike.

Even decayed timber bent to her whims!

Curious what grade the Yuan meridian would reach post-restoration… As the notion crossed her mind, crimson light flared before her eyes!

Frowning at her palms, she beheld an odd scarlet amulet script emerging!

“This is…” Unfamiliar text, unknown source. The original Chu Liuyue’s? Yet a strange familiarity washed over her, as if it were hers!

The script flickered and vanished swiftly.

Before dwelling on it, Chu Liuyue sensed a shift in her dantian.

The barren dantian now glowed red! Suspended centrally was the script she’d glimpsed!

Peering intently, she concentrated her senses.

The script wasn’t solitary; it etched onto a sheer book page! Razor-thin, seemingly torn from a tome, its ragged edges floated. The crimson script alone betrayed its presence.

Curiosity piqued, as Chu Liuyue leaned closer, the page melted into liquid, pooling into a tiny lake within her dantian.

The amulet script erased utterly, as though never there.

Her palms showed nothing.

The body settled into calm.

Puzzled yet unalarmed, she dismissed further rumination; it posed no threat.

Prioritizing her host’s woes mattered more!

Turning toward shore, her gaze iced over. Submerging deeper, she stared ahead. “Who’s there?” Simultaneously, she yanked out her hairpin, gripping it poised to attack!

Amid the dense fog loomed a shadowy, towering silhouette. A man’s rich, velvety voice emerged, laced with mirth. “Little lady, trespassing on another’s domain hardly seems proper.”

The misty air lent his words a lingering drawl, touched by indolence—like wind strumming harp strings. Utterly enchanting.