Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

Chapter 118 Departing from the capital

Puyang Xuan was dumbfounded. This was outrageous!

"Sword Dance, didn't you say you wanted to train hawks?"

Yang Jianwu stroked the sparrowhawk's feathers, his eyes filled with joy. "Training the hawk is to remove its wildness. It has already become docile, so why continue to train it?"

Puyang Xuan was taken aback when he heard this. "Really?! Wasn't it supposed to take at least three days? You succeeded in just one day?!"

"How would I know? Anyway, it's very well-behaved in front of me, and I can't bear to let it not sleep."

Generally, falconry involves taking the falcon to an open area during its feeding time, unfastening its leg straps to allow it to fly freely, then raising the arm that is usually used to hold the falcon and feed it, and giving a command so the falcon will fly back to its arm to eat. Training begins in sparsely populated areas, then progresses to more crowded areas, until the falcon can fly back to its owner's arm anywhere upon hearing the command. Only then is the training considered complete.

The sparrowhawk can fly back on command even before it falls asleep. How can you bear not letting such a well-behaved eagle rest?

Puyang Xuan was initially quite happy, but upon further reflection, something seemed amiss, prompting him to ask a profound question, "Sword Dance, does it recognize you as its master, or me?!"

Yang Jianwu paused, stroking his hair... "Yes, this... seems to be a problem..."

"Why don't you wait until it gets up and then give it a command?"

Puyang Xuan didn't know what to do either; for now, this was all he could do.

That evening, the General's Mansion received the imperial decree that the envoy from Xipan would arrive in Anshun two days later. General Yang Boshan met the envoy at the west gate of Anshun on time, and together they set off for the capital.

Puyang Xuan has been busy taming the sparrowhawk these past two days and hasn't been bothering Yang Jianwu anymore. Yang Jianwu can finally take some time to visit the Mu family again, bring the two masters a design drawing of a new glass product, and give them instructions on the journey to escort the glass jewelry.

The envoys sent by Xipan, led by the second prince Nalan Yuanting and the tenth prince Nalan Yuanli, arrived at the west gate of Anshun in a grand procession. Yang Boshan led the escort team to greet them at the city gate early in the morning.

Yang Jianwu disliked this hypocritical scene. She had arranged to meet her father in the capital, so she secretly slipped away. She had many things to take care of and didn't have time to waste with them.

In front of the General's Mansion, Yang Jianwu rode on the back of the phantom, with Ta Xue following behind.

Three horses were "borrowed" from Mo Ye's military camp. When Hong Feng and his group went to Lu City to meet with Prince Ning, they wanted to take Taxue with them, but Taxue refused to cooperate as it was loyal to its master, so it had to stay at the General's Mansion temporarily. As everyone knows, Taxue is Prince Ning's mount; everything else can be left as is, but this one must be returned.

Puyang Xuan held onto the reins of the phantom tightly, refusing to let Yang Jianwu walk on her own.

"Eagle is almost tamed, just wait for me to set off together..."

“I still need to go to the Medicine King’s Palace, it’s inconvenient to take you with me… and you might not be allowed to ride Snowwalker, other horses aren’t as fast as Phantom and Snowwalker… I’ll have to wait while we walk…”

Puyang Xuan smiled wickedly, "Sword Dance, I can wait for you below the Medicine King's Palace, or I can disguise myself as your guard. Don't worry about making me feel wronged. I also know you have a way to make Phantom obey! I can ride Phantom, and you can ride Snowwalker. Wouldn't that solve the problem? We can also bring Eagle Treasure along, so the journey won't be boring!"

Listen to this, everything's perfectly arranged. She doesn't believe it wasn't premeditated! Traveling alone, she can get food from her spatial storage or bracelet when she's hungry, and sleep directly in her spatial storage when she's tired… Taking him along, enduring wind and rain… sigh…

Yuan Suxin knew that her daughter was about to set off for the capital, so she came to see her off. When she arrived at the door, she saw Puyang Xuan begging to come along. Her good impression of Puyang Xuan increased rapidly. She was secretly delighted, but she did not show it on the surface.

“Jianwu, let Ah Xuan go with you. In the past, the maids would always go with you when you went out. This time, I will worry if you go out alone.”

Yang Jianwu rolled her eyes at her mother, her gaze clearly saying, "Are you sure you're really worried about me?!"

Yuan Suxin understood perfectly well. She stepped down the stairs and feigned concern, wiping her eyes a few times. "Jianwu, you were born of your mother, of course I'll worry about you. You're just a tiny child, you can't even speak properly yet, and you love to run away. You're gone for a month or two at a time. Every time you go out, I'm filled with anxiety and often can't sleep at night..."

Yuan Suxin started off acting a bit exaggeratedly, but as she spoke, she became genuinely emotional, and when she thought about the hardships her daughter had endured over the years, tears welled up in her eyes.

Upon seeing this, Yang Jianwu immediately surrendered, "Mother, I understand. I will take Puyang Xuan with me, so please don't worry."

If her father finds out she made her mother cry, she'll be in big trouble...

Pu Yangxuan's plan succeeded, and he immediately went back to his room to tidy up.

Yang Jianwu dismounted to comfort Yuan Suxin, and stepped forward to hug her. "It's not pretty to cry. Besides, it was you and Grandpa who sent me to the capital. We'll be back as soon as the delegation leaves. Be good."

Yuan Suxin composed herself and lightly punched Yang Jianwu, "It's all your fault. If you had just left, none of this would have happened."

Yang Jianwu quickly admitted her mistake, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I'll have Dad make it up to you later."

"You!"

After the mother and daughter said goodbye at the door, Puyang Xuan arrived with Yingbao.

"Sword Dance, we can set off now."

Eagle Treasure—that is, the sparrowhawk that was captured a couple of days ago.

Upon seeing Yang Jianwu, it reacted as if it were seeing its own mother, immediately breaking free from the cage Puyang Xuan had prepared for it and excitedly flying over.

"Hey! You ungrateful wretch, I treated you to good food and drink for two days, and you just abandoned me like this."

Yang Jianwu took Yingbao and teased it for a while before saying to Puyang Xuan, "Puyang Xuan, all things in the world have a spirit. Whether you treat it well or badly, it knows. If you want to keep it in a cage, it is equivalent to imprisoning it. Since it has already recognized you as its master, you should at least believe that it can obey your commands."

Yang Jianwu tossed Yingbao into the sky, and Yingbao, now free, spread its wings and soared into the clouds. "Let's go a little further and then you can try to summon it again."

Puyang Xuan was a little dumbfounded, and blankly said "Oh". Jianwu was right, and he should trust Yingbao.

Yang Jianwu bid farewell to Yuan Suxin, "Mother, I'm leaving now. You and Grandpa, please take good care of yourselves. Remember to take the medicine I left for you. Write to me if anything happens, don't worry."

Yuan Suxin waved her hand to shoo them away, "Go, go, Grandpa, I'll take care of things. Don't worry, just write home often. I only care about your father, I'm not worried about you."

Yang Jianwu rode Taxue, and Puyang Xuan rode Huanying. The two people and their two horses traveled lightly, and their silhouettes looked particularly harmonious under the morning sun.

Yuan Suxin always presented a warm and cheerful demeanor to outsiders. No one expected that she would shed tears as she watched the two figures leave. A mother's love is unspoken; how could she not worry when her children travel far away...

Bright daylilies bloom, growing beneath the north hall.

The south wind blows against my heart, swaying and spitting out its fragrance—for whom does it?

A loving mother leans against the door, her heart filled with longing; a traveler endures the hardships of his journey.

Delicious food became increasingly rare, and news and communication became increasingly scarce.

Looking up at the cloud-shrouded forest, I feel ashamed to hear the wise birdsong.