Ji Wen was delighted. Hearing hoofbeats at this time—could it be Jing Hengbo’s army?

But it might also be Luoyun border troops. That didn’t matter either—the Luoyun tribe treated the Queen with great courtesy. As long as she explained she was an old friend of the Queen, the Luoyun forces wouldn’t make things difficult for her.

Ji Wen set Yelu Qi down, propping him against a rock nearby and gently wiping the sweat from his forehead. Her heart was much calmer now, rejoicing that Yelu Qi would be saved, yet also somewhat reluctant. She thought that once they met the Queen, these days of being alone together would be over.

After thinking, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her face. Being a woman after all, about to meet her “romantic rival,” she didn’t want the radiant and noble Queen to see her in such a wretched state.

After several movements, the cavalry had reached them. A large troop charged out from the mountain pass—all in bright armor with proud bearing, many hunting trophies on horseback. The lead rider was especially eye-catching: a fiery red steed like flames, but wearing soft armor inlaid with gold thread. From afar, the golden light was blinding, making it impossible to see his features clearly.

That person was surrounded by others in the center, easily identified as the central figure. He wielded his whip powerfully, constantly lashing at those beside him. His subordinates endured it stoically while maintaining smiles on their faces.

Ji Wen frowned.

She felt something was wrong.

There shouldn’t be such a person in the Queen’s Halberd Army. Though Pei Shu was violent, that was only toward enemies. Toward his own soldiers, he always shared clothes and food—this was the demeanor of a famous general.

The Luoyun border troops shouldn’t display such behavior either. Border armies had always been the most austere—how could they have such extravagant and dissolute style? Anyone daring such arrogance would either face mutiny from soldiers or impeachment from censors.

As a royal daughter familiar with government affairs, Ji Wen had sharp eyes for such matters. However, it was too late to leave now—they had already spotted her. She only had time to push Yelu Qi from the rock into the grass and stand in front of the stone herself.

That group rode over like wind.

The leader had dark skin, a golden crown and armor, ordinary features, but a broken eyebrow. Below the eyebrow, a pair of sharp, angular eyes carried three parts natural ferocity. This person seemed in a foul mood at the moment, his face gloomy, his fierce eyes reflecting the fearful gazes of surrounding guards.

While galloping, he laughed coldly and harshly, “My consort! I personally came to the border to welcome her, yet she dared to flee! She dared to flee!”

Those around him mumbled incoherently, not daring to speak, heads lowered with bitter expressions.

“Where does this place the Floating Water tribe! Where does this place my princely dignity!” The golden-armored man continued venting his fury.

Ji Wen drew a cold breath. A prince of the Floating Water tribe—how could he appear at the Luoyun border? For a wedding? And apparently not a very smooth one?

She lowered her head, avoiding to the roadside, thinking this Floating Water prince was arrogant and violent, looking down on everyone. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice a dirty “village girl.”

The red horse indeed thundered past her, stepping in a roadside puddle and splashing her with water without any consideration. The Floating Water prince on horseback paid no attention, and Ji Wen made no sound, only hoping he would leave quickly.

However, suddenly the prince on horseback made an “eh?” sound and reined in his horse.

His horsemanship was indeed superb—the horse stopped immediately with one pull, and he lightly turned the horse’s head to Ji Wen’s side. On horseback, he leaned slightly sideways, squinting as he examined Ji Wen.

Ji Wen kept her head down, clenching her fists. Her palms were somehow covered in sweat, her heart pounding.

The surroundings were terrifyingly quiet, only the Floating Water prince’s bone-deep, soul-piercing gaze examining Ji Wen from head to toe—from her hair to her neck, from her neck to her chest, from chest to legs. Finally, his gaze settled on her nose, which despite her lowered head still showed a high, elegant profile. He suddenly grinned.

That smile carried flickering fierce light, white teeth gleaming like a beast spotting desirable prey.

The surrounding guards also breathed a sigh of relief—His Highness had finally found new prey and could temporarily shift attention from that annoying matter. They were also spared physical suffering.

“Crack!” A crisp sound as the long whip traced light and shadow in the air. Ji Wen thought she would suffer physically, but the whip didn’t fall on her cheek—it only lifted her chin.

“Raise your head.”

The whip tip had barbs that painfully pierced her skin. Ji Wen had to raise her head.

Everyone’s eyes brightened.

The refined and elegant princess of the Ji Kingdom—her beauty was secondary. The natural noble bearing brought by her elevated status was the most beautiful scenery in these wilds.

The Floating Water prince’s gaze had changed from casual to burning excitement. He suddenly looked up and laughed heartily.

“Good, good! Heaven still favors me after all. One marriage princess escapes, so it sends me an even more vibrant beauty!”

The whip tip swayed leisurely, showing off by tracing a golden flower before Ji Wen. The Floating Water prince laughed loudly, “Take her away!”

Ji Wen bit her teeth.

She couldn’t escape—Yelu Qi was right behind her. If she fled, Yelu Qi would be in danger.

She also couldn’t resist. Though she had some defensive measures, they were all close-combat, one-on-one effective tools. Against this large group, she had no chance of victory.

Abandoning Yelu Qi now might also lead to his death…

Ji Wen had maintained hope throughout their arduous journey, but now felt somewhat desperate.

The Floating Water Second Prince jumped down from his horse. On horseback the problem wasn’t visible, but once on the ground, his foot bounced slightly. Ji Wen keenly observed that this man was actually disabled—he had legs of unequal length.

For now, she could only go with him and then figure out how to deal with him.

But whether she could succeed, what might happen… she dared not think.

“Be gentle with beauties.” The Floating Water Second Prince laughed heartily, grabbing Ji Wen’s wrist and throwing her onto the horse’s back. Then he jumped up himself, reaching around her waist and exaggeratedly exclaiming, “So slender!”

The guards burst into sycophantic laughter.

Wu Weiyan, the Floating Water Second Prince, finally smiled with genuine joy today.

He felt his luck was quite good.

Originally coming personally to the border to welcome Zuoqiu Mo from the Luoyun tribe as his princess consort, he didn’t mind a princess being replaced by a female general from the Zuoqiu family. The Zuoqiu family had military power and talent, providing him greater assistance. His only concern was hearing that Zuoqiu Mo had been raised as a man since childhood and was rebellious and difficult to train. But he hadn’t taken it seriously—no matter how rebellious, she was just a woman. Women’s rebelliousness and arrogance were all spoiled habits. Three beatings a day, beating her into submission then throwing her on the bed, trampling her body inside and out—let’s see if she’d still be rebellious.

Who knew that just as he joyfully reached the border, he heard news of Zuoqiu Mo fleeing back to Luoyun. This made him furious, and he immediately ordered entry into Luoyun territory to demand an explanation from Zuoqiu Mo and the Luoyun King face-to-face.

To ease his mood, he had gone hunting in the mountains early this morning, never expecting to catch such a beauty. Wu Weiyan felt this was heaven’s favor and compensation, indicating he was still that fortunate prince in all matters.

He smiled, feeling the compliance of the beauty in his arms, his heart even more delighted. The hand around Ji Wen’s waist began dishonestly moving slowly upward.

Ji Wen gritted her teeth, staring at those disgusting hands.

As a princess of the Ji Kingdom, she couldn’t endure such humiliation.

If she were alone, she might fight to the death or take poison to end her life. But at this moment…

Her peripheral vision swept past the large rock, and her eyes misted with tears.

No, it wasn’t time yet. She must endure a moment longer…

Wu Weiyan’s guards, very perceptively, controlled their horses’ speed, slowly falling behind the prince’s horse.

They understood the prince. He had already become interested and would probably enjoy the beauty right here on horseback. The last wild flower the prince had taken a fancy to was violated on horseback. Because her struggles from pain were too much and didn’t let the prince enjoy himself fully, the prince threw her under the horse to be trampled to death.

The prince liked to enjoy women in strange places. Once he actually did it on a windmill, and that woman was later ground to death by the windmill.

The guards hoped this woman would be sensible, cooperative, and strong. Otherwise, the bloody mess would be ugly to look at, the prince would be in a bad mood again, and they would suffer when he was in a bad mood.

Wu Weiyan’s hand slowly, unhurriedly moved upward, squeezing…

Ji Wen gritted her teeth and closed her eyes, her whole body trembling. She only hoped this horse would run faster—preferably fast enough to throw both this man and herself to death.

Suddenly “ding!” A slight sound, followed by a loud “ah!” beside her ear. Wu Weiyan’s hand jerked up as if bitten by a scorpion.

When his hand swung to mid-air, it had already changed shape—one finger hung limply down.

A small stone rolled down from the horse with a clatter. Wu Weiyan stared at the stone in disbelief. He wore refined steel hand guards that even covered his knuckles. This light stone had actually penetrated the steel plate and broken his finger. What kind of expert was this? With such martial arts, why hadn’t they acted earlier?

Wu Weiyan was both shocked and furious, suddenly pushing Ji Wen off the horse and shouting, “Who! Who! Come out!”

Behind the rock, someone laughed low and softly, the laughter hazy as if just awakening from sleep.

Ji Wen, having fallen to the ground, trembled all over and rushed toward the rock. “Don’t… don’t…”

This time Yelu Qi was truly awake, slowly sitting up and looking at the haggard Ji Wen. Noticing her torn collar, an inexplicable expression flashed in his eyes.

Then he said softly, “You could have just left by yourself. Why bother…”

Wu Weiyan glared fiercely at Yelu Qi. At first wary, seeing his haggard face and dark circles under his eyes—clearly poisoned and near death—his heart settled. Pointing at Yelu Qi, he shouted, “Kill without mercy anyone who injures me! Seize him!”

The guards spurred their horses forward, mentally contemplating what kind of cruel torture they should provide for the prince today to win his favor.

Yelu Qi seemed not to hear the commotion over there, gazing at Ji Wen’s slightly disheveled hair. A trace of tenderness passed through his eyes, as if wanting to reach out and smooth her messy hair, but ultimately only said, “There’s a small path here. I saw it from behind the rock just now—very hidden. I’ll help you leave immediately. Don’t delay…”

“What about you!” Ji Wen gripped his hand tightly.

Yelu Qi smiled without answering, pausing before saying, “When you see Jing Hengbo, tell her that my sister and I are together and doing well.” He fumbled in his robes and pulled out a folded piece of cloth, pressing it into her hand. “Tell her to study this carefully when she has time, for prevention…” Before Ji Wen could respond, he grabbed her wrist and suddenly flung her upward.

“Whoosh!” Ji Wen’s body was completely thrown up by Yelu Qi, swinging above his head. However, she didn’t fly into the mountain crevice path as Yelu Qi had intended—she held tightly to Yelu Qi’s wrist, her nails digging into his palm.

“They’re trying to escape!” The guards who had been cautiously approaching quickened their pace.

“Bang!” Ji Wen landed and immediately hugged Yelu Qi. “No! I won’t leave!”

Yelu Qi frowned at her, seeming about to scold but unable to speak the words.

That throw had exhausted the true energy he had just gathered. A faint black aura appeared between his brows, his body trembling slightly—he couldn’t even pry off Ji Wen’s fingers.

Seeing his weakness, those people became much bolder. Several guards stepped forward, reaching to pull Ji Wen away.

They had just bent down.

Yelu Qi forced his eyes open, cold light flashing through his gaze.

“Ah!”

Suddenly several screams. The guards jerked their heads up, their foreheads banging together in their haste, but they didn’t care. Each covered their blood-streaming faces and rolled away in escape.

Hard barbs from mountain thorns were embedded in their faces and eyes.

The other guards were terrified and “whooshed” back several zhang. Standing at a distance, they stared at Yelu Qi with fear and trepidation. They only saw him casually leaning against the large rock, eyes slightly closed—truly unfathomable.

The guards didn’t dare approach for a moment. Wu Weiyan flew into a rage.

“Useless! Idiots! Good-for-nothings! Bastards!” He cursed in a string, urging the guards forward. Seeing them advance three steps then retreat two, his anger flared even higher. But he didn’t dare approach himself, simply taking up bow and arrows. After looking once, he threw the arrow aside and angrily said, “Bring the poisoned ones!”

“Your Highness,” a guard said, “that poison is supposedly extremely potent and has no antidote…”

“I want to kill this bastard with one arrow!” Wu Weiyan snatched the arrow, drew the bow, and aimed at Yelu Qi with a sinister smile.

Ji Wen looked up and saw this, her heart and soul splitting with terror. She lunged forward.

Yelu Qi forced his eyes open, seeing the spinning light and shadow flying through the air. He waved his hand to push her aside and twisted his body slightly.

“Whoosh!” The poisoned arrow missed vital points but still grazed his shoulder, bringing up a stream of blood pearls.

As the blood pearls flew up, they turned a sickly green, then red again.

Yelu Qi seemed to sigh, glanced at Ji Wen, and leaned backward.

Ji Wen knelt beside him, her hands clawing at the ground, her long hair falling in disarray.

She wanted to cry but couldn’t. She wanted to scream but couldn’t make a sound. All her grief, pain, and anger seemed like a stuck blood clot, layer upon layer pressed in her throat. It felt like speaking one more word would spray this world with a brilliant, fresh red.

Tentative footsteps sounded behind her. With Yelu Qi no longer moving, these people’s courage gradually grew. Moments later, Wu Weiyan’s somewhat shrill, triumphant voice rang out, “Ha! Got him! Got him!”

“Your Highness, anyone hit by this arrow must die. This person… how do you wish to dispose of him?”

“Anyone who dares challenge me is guilty even in death! Tie him to the horse’s rear and drag him all the way back! After returning to camp, cut off his head—first for public display, then preserve it as my trophy!”

“Yes!”

Several guards stepped forward, roughly pushing Ji Wen aside. This time they had no more concerns.

Ji Wen seemed to collapse to one side in a daze, but her hand slowly reached into her sleeve.

Inside her sleeve, near her elbow, was a small mechanism that could shoot out three explosive steel balls. Though fierce, they were most effective at close range and could only injure one person.

She was waiting for Wu Weiyan.

With Yelu Qi already dead, escaping would be meaningless. Being able to die here with the murderer would complete the last thing she should do in this life.

Wu Weiyan’s footsteps approached from behind. This man with unequal legs walked differently from others, with a particularly violent and impatient air.

Ji Wen raised her eyelashes, blinking away the misty moisture in her eyes, and took one last look at Yelu Qi.

She wanted to carve his final peaceful expression into her heart.

Her gaze suddenly jumped.

Yelu Qi’s hair was slightly messy, hanging over his cheek. One fine strand was trembling slightly.

It was being moved by his breath!

Then she noticed that the sickly green blood from Yelu Qi’s shoulder wound had turned red. The wound wasn’t deteriorating further but showed a strange cherry-red color.

Earlier, Yelu Qi had been poisoned by Xu Pingran’s corpse poison. He had forced the poison to his left shoulder, where the skin was dark blue and purple. Now with another poisoned wound, that skin area actually looked somewhat more normal.

Four words flashed through Ji Wen’s mind: “Fighting poison with poison!”

Regardless, the fact was that Yelu Qi wasn’t dead yet. It wasn’t time for her to fight desperately.

Her hand quickly withdrew from her sleeve. She suddenly turned and hugged Wu Weiyan’s legs.

This embrace startled Wu Weiyan. He instinctively tried to shake her off but couldn’t. Ji Wen said mournfully, “Your Highness! Your Highness! I’m willing to serve you—don’t kill him!”

“What don’t kill him—the man’s already dead…” Wu Weiyan said halfway, then also noticed Yelu Qi’s abnormality. He looked like his condition had improved somewhat, which was very strange. “What’s wrong with this person?” He stared at Ji Wen. “What is he to you?”

Ji Wen bit her lower lip, showing slight shyness. “He’s my… husband.”

Speaking these two words, her heart felt slight joy and deep melancholy.

These two words seemed to represent her life’s greatest longing and secret. Yet only at this moment, when he couldn’t hear, did she dare quietly speak them.

But just speaking these two words brought joy amid tragic circumstances, like seeing crystalline flowers suddenly blooming among black water and yellow earth in the depths of a dark abyss.

That was called hope.

She lowered her eyelashes, somewhat nervous. She hoped this prince only liked virgin girls and had no interest in married women, so she could at least maintain her chastity.

But to her disappointment, Wu Weiyan seemed not to care about this at all, only sneering, “You were already the person I wanted. However I want you to serve me is how you’ll serve. What qualifications do you have to bargain with me to save this person?”

“Didn’t Your Highness see that my husband didn’t die?” Ji Wen’s expression was calm. “Your Highness doesn’t know—my husband has a rare constitution immune to all poisons. He carries a hundred poisons but isn’t harmed by a hundred poisons. He also received mysterious inheritance from masters in these mountains, skilled at guiding others’ qi and blood and enhancing their power. If Your Highness kills him now, it would be too wasteful. Better to let him atone for his crimes and contribute his meager strength to Your Highness.”

Wu Weiyan tapped his riding crop against his palm, listening carelessly while occasionally glancing at Yelu Qi. He half-believed Ji Wen’s words, but he knew his arrow’s poison very well—it was fatal with no cure. Yet this person had been hit by the arrow and not died, which was an undeniable fact he’d witnessed.

As a prince long living amid royal family struggles, though excluded from the center of power due to his disability, he hadn’t abandoned his desire for power. On the contrary, this made him more vicious and greedy. For all aspiring rulers, gathering exceptional talents was essential.

“Very well.” After thinking for a while, looking at the listless Yelu Qi and confirming that in his military camp, this person couldn’t escape or resist, he said, “Then don’t kill him for now. Take him away. You all—guard him strictly.”

Several guards came to take Yelu Qi away, this time even providing a horse for care. Ji Wen relaxed slightly, but turning around to see Wu Weiyan standing in place with a half-smile, his lewd gaze fixed on her, her face immediately paled.

She hadn’t expected that even injured, the prince’s lustful nature remained unchanged. Right here in this wilderness, he still wanted to continue.

“Everyone’s gone.” Wu Weiyan smiled, slowly approaching. “Shall you and I use sky as canopy and earth as mat for a great battle?”

Ji Wen slowly retreated, once again falling into the same dilemma as before—fight back in anger or endure humiliation?

The current situation was worse than before. Yelu Qi could no longer act and was even trapped in the enemy’s military camp. If she killed this prince, how could she rescue Yelu Qi from an army of thousands?

She couldn’t even commit suicide—she couldn’t abandon Yelu Qi. Everything she’d said before was lies. If she weren’t there and Wu Weiyan saw through Yelu Qi’s poisoned state, she dared not imagine his fate.

No path forward, no retreat—she felt driven to a cliff edge with venomous snakes below and fierce tigers above. Whichever way she went led to death.

Her back touched cold stone—no more retreat. Wu Weiyan laughed loudly, loosened his belt, and lunged forward.

“Bang!” The sound of bodies colliding.

Ji Wen was pressed against the rock, the rough stone surface grinding against her skin behind her. But she felt no pain, only that the stone was so cold, so cold it seemed to pierce into her heart.

Her long lashes fluttered like butterflies in the wind, like late autumn unable to bear winter’s cold, about to wither and fall.

Two streams of tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Endless humiliation and hatred surged up from her chest like wildfire and giant waves. She desperately gritted her teeth and swallowed it down.

She would definitely kill him!

She would definitely kill him!

…Suddenly hoofbeats rose behind them again—urgent and violent, though the horsemanship wasn’t very skilled, sounding quite chaotic.

Wu Weiyan lifted his face that had been nuzzling at Ji Wen’s chest, a flash of fierce light in his eyes.

Ji Wen turned her head in surprise and joy, hardly daring to believe another opportunity had come.

Around the front bend, someone came galloping frantically. Before the person arrived, loud shouting carried from far away: “Second brother! Second brother! Where are you! Hurry up and come out!”

Wu Weiyan was stunned, very reluctantly climbing up and straightening his clothes while casually grabbing Ji Wen and throwing her aside. He rubbed his face, already rubbing away the violent anger, and seemed quite delighted as he went to greet them, saying, “Big sister, how did you come?”

The woman on horseback had a round, silver-basin face with eyebrows drawn thin and long, sweeping up into her temples. Her bearing resembled Wu Weiyan somewhat.

The Grand Princess of the Floating Water tribe, the Crown Princess of the Luoyun tribe, had personally ridden to the Luoyun border to find her brother who had come here for the wedding.

Hearing Wu Weiyan’s voice, she jumped down from her horse, threw aside her riding whip, and strode over. Her first words were, “How many troops did you bring this time?”

“Sister, why does your speech sound garbled? And what happened to your face?” Wu Weiyan stared at the Crown Princess’s face with a puzzled expression. “Did that guy Ge Heng bully you? Wait, let me go beat him up for you!”

His manner was attentive, showing traces of subtle flattery—this Grand Princess was the Floating Water King’s first child. When the Floating Water King fought his way to the throne, she was just being born, so she was considered royal good fortune and had been very pampered since childhood. Before the King and Queen, her requests were never refused. As a result, all the Floating Water royal siblings, including the Crown Prince, were very deferential to this big sister.

“Him? He wouldn’t dare!” The Crown Princess curled her lip.

“Of course—the lifeline of the Luoyun tribe is in our Floating Water hands. Not just him, even their King wouldn’t dare easily turn against us.” Wu Weiyan laughed several times, then asked puzzledly, “Then…”

“Enough small talk. You brought quite a few troops, right? Come back to the royal city with me now. Help me save face!”

“Hey, hey, sister, you need to explain clearly. Mobilizing troops into Luoyun for no reason requires a justification!”

“Justification?” The Crown Princess turned back, her willow eyebrows bristling. “Your sister being beaten—isn’t that justification? Your wife being forcibly taken away—isn’t that justification? Being bullied like this and not daring to demand answers—father will be the one asking you for justification when we return!”

“Eh?” Wu Weiyan raised an eyebrow. “Who’s so bold?”

“Who else but that Queen inspecting Luoyun!” The Crown Princess bit out each word through her teeth, each word revealing deep hatred. “It was her who seduced away your princess consort Zuoqiu Mo! Regardless of gender, she publicly took her as a royal husband! Making your marriage mission a laughingstock. And that’s not all—she also ruined your brother-in-law, beat me, and trampled the dignity of both Floating Water and Luoyun royal families underfoot repeatedly. If I don’t avenge this today, what face do I have to keep living!”

“This really happened?”

“Every word is true!”

“Outrageous! Simply treating our Floating Water as if we have no one!” Wu Weiyan flew into a rage. “How grandly did our Floating Water send her off initially, even giving her three royal husbands, yet she dares even steal my princess consort!”

“After stealing your consort, she still wasn’t satisfied and wants to expand her harem.” The Crown Princess sneered. “When I left the capital, I heard they were holding the final, largest-scale husband-selection conference in the capital. This shameless vixen is personally selecting husbands with no regard for propriety!”

Wu Weiyan suddenly stopped. “Selecting husbands?”

“What?” The Crown Princess looked at him coldly. “Are you interested? That’s fine too. If we really fight with the Queen, we’ll inevitably be at a disadvantage. If you have the ability, get the Queen in hand. In the future, press her under you every day—that would satisfy your sister too!”

“I have no interest in sleeping with such a woman who swings both ways,” Wu Weiyan waved his hands repeatedly. “I was just thinking—father once instructed us not to offend the Queen. After all, she’s the nominal sovereign with the Halberd Army, Pei Shu, and a group of experts. Even the Luoyun King didn’t stand up for you when you were beaten, showing he’s also an ambiguous coward. We don’t have favorable timing, terrain, or people. Rushing in recklessly might lead to losses.”

“What do you suggest then? Just tuck our tails and endure this?” The Crown Princess snorted coldly.

“Of course not.” Wu Weiyan chuckled. “When have we siblings ever endured such bullying? But dealing with powerful enemies requires both force and cunning.”

“Oh? When did my reckless second brother learn about cunning too?” The Crown Princess turned her face, her gaze sharply fixed on Wu Weiyan. “What method? Let me hear it.”

“I just acquired a poison man—very interesting. Supposedly he carries a hundred poisons yet is immune to a hundred poisons. I just tested him with our tribe’s deadliest poison ‘Sickly Green,’ and it seems to be true.” Wu Weiyan glanced at Ji Wen sitting to one side with her head down, saying nothing. “I have a great shaman doctor in my camp who can condition him, let him basically recover—though we must maintain control over him. Then send him to participate in the Queen’s husband-selection conference.”

“How does that help? Can he definitely be chosen?”

Wu Weiyan thought for a moment, somewhat reluctantly saying, “I believe he definitely can. Sister, don’t disbelieve me. If you saw him, you probably wouldn’t have insisted on marrying that brother-in-law Ge Heng back then. Look at this young lady,” he mockingly pointed at Ji Wen, “she’s willing to risk her life for that man! I don’t believe the Queen won’t be moved. Didn’t they say the royal husbands around her are just average-looking?”

“That’s true. Since you sound so certain, I’ll believe you too.” The Crown Princess pondered. “Once such a poison man is selected…”

“Hahaha, then the Queen’s death day arrives!” Wu Weiyan laughed loudly. “I’ll make him have no choice but to listen to me. I’ll make him poison everything around the Queen—chickens, ducks, pigs, dogs, everything. I’ll make the Queen kneel at my feet and return everything she stole from me with interest. If she dares disobey, I’ll let my three thousand elite guards also taste what sleeping with a queen is like!”