Chapter 345: I Didn't Mean to Take Advantage of You

The middle-aged beggar was persuaded by his companions, and a look of hesitation appeared on his face.

He looked up at Bai Wei, his eyes filled with skepticism.

"Can you... really cure my mother's illness?"

"Of course," Bai Wei said decisively.

If it were any other ailment, she wouldn't dare guarantee it, but this middle-aged beggar's mother had heart disease, which could be alleviated using modern Western medicine.

"Alright then," the middle-aged beggar seemed to have made up his mind. "I will trust you for now, but so many doctors haven't been able to cure my mother's illness; how do you intend to treat her?"

"Wait here, I'll go get the medicine."

After saying this, Bai Wei turned and walked into the inn.

In her Warehouse, she had medicine to alleviate heart disease, but she couldn't take it out in front of the middle-aged beggar, or her secret would be exposed.

Soon, Bai Wei walked out of the inn, holding two bottles of medicine in her hands.

These were imported pills she had bought, and the labels on the bottles were all in English.

The middle-aged beggar was dumbfounded. "What is this?"

"This is the miraculous medicine to cure your mother's illness." Bai Wei shoved the bottles into his hands. "This larger bottle contains one hundred pills; have your mother take one each morning and evening. For the smaller bottle, the pills inside only need to be taken once every morning."

"This... I have never seen this kind of medicine before." The middle-aged beggar was extremely surprised, examining the bottles repeatedly.

The companions beside him also crowded over, their faces full of curiosity.

"What kind of medicine is this? Why is it white?"

"Could it be an immortal pill?"

The middle-aged beggar looked at them for a long while, then tucked the bottles into his robes. "Doctor Bai, I will take the medicine back first and let my mother take it before deciding."

"Fine, go ahead."

Bai Wei nodded generously, watching the few beggars walk away without stopping them.

She knew that this middle-aged beggar didn't trust her yet, and stopping him would be useless.

After the beggars left, Qin Zhan walked over.

"Bai, these beggars look like members of the Beggar Sect and are very vigilant. What if they take the medicine and leave, never to return?"

Bai Wei turned around.

"If they are willing to trust me, that would be for the best."

"If they don't come back, we will make other plans."

She had already thought it through and prepared two courses of action.

To gather information on the Peasant Army, one way was through the beggars, and the other was to send people out to inquire everywhere in the city.

Bai Wei told Xiao Moting her thoughts.

Xiao Moting nodded immediately. "I was thinking the same. I will send men to the streets and alleys right now to inquire about the Peasant Army."

Having said that, he turned to give orders to several men of the Beijiang Army.

"Go to all parts of the city and inquire about the situation of the Peasant Army. But be very careful when asking; do not reveal your tracks."

"Yes."

The Beijiang Army soldiers answered in unison and then scattered to leave.

Bai Wei asked Qin Zhan to put away the Drone and return to the inn.

As soon as she entered the room, she pulled Xiao Moting in and tightly closed the doors and windows.

"No one saw us; you come into my room."

Xiao Moting didn't understand, and seeing Bai Wei close the doors and windows, his handsome face couldn't help but flush slightly.

"It is late, Bai, I think I should stay in the room next door tonight..."

Bai Wei turned around and stamped her foot.

"Xiao Moting, what are you thinking? I asked you to come into the room to discuss military intelligence."

"Discuss military intelligence?" Xiao Moting was startled, and his handsome face turned even redder. "I thought..."

"Thought what?" Bai Wei leaned against the door panel, crossing her arms. "You don't think that because I closed the doors and windows, I'm trying to harbor evil intentions toward you, do you?"

Xiao Moting immediately felt awkward, his well-defined handsome face flushing even deeper. "Bai, I didn't think that."

"Oh?" Bai Wei saw him blushing from her teasing and couldn't help but want to provoke him.

She crossed her arms and walked toward Xiao Moting step by step.

"Then what are you thinking? You wouldn't be thinking of doing something bad to me, would you?"

"I didn't expect that the Prince of Zhenbei, who appears upright and honorable on the surface, is actually a repressed man who always wants to take advantage of me."

For every step Bai Wei took forward, Xiao Moting took a step back.

Finally, he was forced into a corner, his back pressed against the wall.

"Bai, I really didn't want to take advantage of you..."

Under the candlelight, his handsome face was rendered with a faint halo, making his nose appear even more prominent and his thin lips look like they were carved, and coupled with a pair of dark, star-like narrow eyes, he was simply so handsome that one couldn't look away.

Bai Wei also felt her heart race and her face flush. She feigned a dry cough and reached out a finger to poke Xiao Moting's chest.

"Xiao Moting, a man as handsome and dashing as you, with such a good physique—in our world, if you filmed a video and posted it online, many girls would like you, and they would even tease you online, asking you to post photos of your abs."

Xiao Moting was dumbfounded. "I... I would be teased by many girls?"

As he spoke, he immediately looked away, refusing with unprecedented firmness.

"That won't do! I won't film videos to post on that 'online' thing, nor will I just take off my clothes for girls to see my abs."

"Even if, even if I am to be teased, then... then it can only be by you alone."

Seeing his green and shy appearance, not at all like the cold and majestic Prince of Zhenbei he usually was, but rather like a newly graduated male college student with paper-thin skin, Bai Wei couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"I'm just teasing you; I wouldn't actually post your video for others to see."

A photo of her own boyfriend's abdominal muscles is, of course, something to keep for her own appreciation.

Xiao Moting raised his eyes, reached out to wrap his arms around her waist, and pulled her forward with force.

Bai Wei lost her footing for a moment and tumbled into his embrace.

The arm around her waist was as strong as an iron hoop, forcing her to press tightly against Xiao Moting's chest.

Xiao Moting was still wearing his night-traveling suit, the black fabric only a thin layer.

Through the thin clothing, Bai Wei could clearly feel the robust body beneath the fabric, as well as the scorching body heat radiating through.

Just a moment ago she had been boldly teasing Xiao Moting, but now she couldn't help but feel her cheeks burning.

"Xiao Moting, don't hold me so tight, I still need to discuss serious business with you."

Xiao Moting, however, did not let go; instead, he lowered his head and stared intently at her.

"I know, you want to talk to me about wiping out the Fusang People and taking back the ore; we can talk about it right now."

His serious tone was completely at odds with his actions, making Bai Wei's cheeks heat up even more.

"How are we supposed to talk while you're holding me?"

"Who says we can't hold each other while discussing serious business?"

"There's no one like you..."

Bai Wei looked up and suddenly saw a hint of a smile in Xiao Moting's eyes, and she realized the truth in an instant.

She was so angry that she punched Xiao Moting on the shoulder.

"Xiao Moting, so you were playing with me."

Xiao Moting chuckled; to him, this punch was painless and itchy.

He lowered his head and kissed Bai Wei on the cheek.

"Bai, weren't you doing the same to me just a moment ago?"

He was indeed reserved when it came to matters between men and women, but that did not mean he was a fool.

Xiao Moting commanded thousands of troops and horses, had fought countless enemy forces on the battlefield, and was an expert at marching, formations, and strategy; how could he not understand the thoughts of a young girl like her?

The cold wind whistled, and the snow fell even more heavily.