The Rong Empress had troubled Feng Jiu’er precisely to cancel the engagement between this deranged son and the princess.

Yet now, the engagement cancellation was announced by Ah Jiu’s own lips. Why did her heart suddenly feel uncomfortable?

Especially that Feng Jiu’er actually dared to stay in the Ninth Prince’s residence… how detestable! So hideously ugly, yet shameless beyond measure!

Ah Jiu was simply too kindhearted, unwilling to expel this ugly creature from the residence.

How could she tolerate Feng Jiu’er continuing to entangle herself with Ah Jiu?

…

Leaving the main hall, Feng Jiu’er fell into deep contemplation.

Her palm strike just now was powered by the inner energy Ninth Imperial Uncle had transmitted to her last night. Her martial abilities from her previous world seemed to have recovered considerably.

Yet at that moment, she suddenly thought of something—she was a soul transmigrator, not a body transmigrator!

Why was it that when she was bitten by the venomous snake yesterday, nothing happened to her at all?

Originally, Feng Jiu’er was accustomed to her body having dealt with various medicines since childhood. A mere snake toxin meant nothing to her.

But she was now a soul transmigrator. This body wasn’t hers at all!

Why would the real Feng Jiu’er’s body similarly not fear snake poison?

There were only two possibilities. First, like her own Feng Jiu, the body had been exposed to various medicines since childhood.

Second… the body had been in a state of continuous poisoning. Over time, immunity to poison had developed…

Feng Jiu’er of the past was a simpleton, certainly not some potion-refining master. Therefore, the only possibility was that someone had been continuously poisoning her!

This realization caused Feng Jiu’er to involuntarily shudder violently!

Someone had actually been trying to poison her to death all along, and that person, being able to do so so easily, was absolutely someone close to her.

Who? Who had been continuously poisoning her? Why prolonged poisoning instead of killing her outright in one dose?

“Oof!” Suddenly, Feng Jiu’er’s head collided with Zhan Qingcheng in front of her.

She rubbed her nose, which was aching from the impact, and looked up at him with a glare: “Why did you suddenly stop?”

His appearance was ethereal and otherworldly like pure wind in a painting, untainted and transcendent. Yet his muscles were impossibly hard!

Even pretending to be hurt, her nose would get crooked!

Zhan Qingcheng turned around, lowering his gaze to her. Those enigmatic and mysterious eyes held depths that Feng Jiu’er could not penetrate.

“Unwilling to break the engagement with the Crown Prince?”

Feng Jiu’er froze. She could vaguely detect an air of displeasure from him, but why the displeasure?

“Ninth Imperial Uncle told me to break it, so I’ll break it. I listen to you, of course!”

How obedient was she, right? Back in the main hall facing the Empress, Feng Jiu’er had realized that this Ninth Imperial Uncle—no, this tall prince—had to be firmly held onto.

He didn’t even place the Empress in his eyes, and seemed not particularly respectful of the Emperor either.

His exact words just now were: The Empress might as well consult with the Emperor about temporarily canceling the marriage agreement between our families. Tell him… that I said so.

“That I said so!”

So unrestrained, so supremely arrogant! Truly not even placing the Emperor in his eyes!

Ninth Imperial Uncle was matchless across heaven and earth, Ninth Imperial Uncle was supreme and inviolable, Ninth Imperial Uncle was wise and powerful… Anyway, she decided to become a leg pendant hanging from Ninth Imperial Uncle!

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, whatever you say goes. Jiu’er listens to everything you say!”

“Is that so?” Something flowed through Zhan Qingcheng’s eyes.

His appearance was still that of pure, aloof, restrained chastity. Yet the smile that curved along with the breeze was so wickedly seductive that Feng Jiu’er couldn’t help but feel her heart tremble slightly.

Cold yet unbridled, indifferent yet like a demon. His gaze was like water as he curved his lips into a smile: “So obedient then. Remove your clothes and let this prince taste your flavor once more.”