“My lady.” Gong Xinyue scrambled up and said urgently, “This is the only antidote — please take it quickly, or it will be too late.”

Seeing Feng Jin fixated on the antidote, Noble Consort Ya immediately stood up and lunged toward him.

“A’Jin, I’m not feeling well — give me the antidote.”

The moment she touched his robe, Feng Jin flung his arm free, popped the pill into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

Noble Consort Ya fell to the floor, staring at him in disbelief. “A’Jin, you…”

Feng Jin turned back and said coldly, “Didn’t you hear there’s only one antidote? I drank the poisoned wine too — do you want me dead?”

His icy voice sounded as if it came straight from hell.

Looking at this cold, merciless man, Noble Consort Ya’s tears fell unconsciously.

“Hahaha…”

A gust of wind swept in, bringing with it a shadowy figure.

Chen Hong, dressed entirely in black with black gauze covering her face, appeared in the bridal chamber like a ghost.

With a “shing,” she drew her long sword and pointed it at Feng Jin. “Feng Jin, since you showed me no mercy, don’t blame me for showing none in return!”

“I ran myself ragged for you for so long, and when I was in trouble, not only did you send no reinforcements, you even bribed an assassin to take my life?”

Chen Hong let out a cold snort, her gaze shifting to Noble Consort Ya.

“And you! If it weren’t for your Gao family’s troops suddenly turning traitor, would I have ended up like this?”

Her face had originally been on the mend, but now it was completely ruined for the sake of survival.

This debt of vengeance — she was determined to repay it!

“Chen Hong, you think that just relying on you…” Before Feng Jin could finish speaking, his brow suddenly knitted.

“Hahaha…” Chen Hong threw her head back and laughed. “There was never any so-called antidote — that was poison meant to kill you! And you scrambled to eat it — how laughable!”

“Pfft!” Feng Jin clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of black blood.

“Hahaha… Feng Jin, if I’m to die today, I will drag you down with me.” Chen Hong leapt up, her long sword aimed at Feng Jin.

Seeing Feng Jin spit blood, Noble Consort Ya had just gotten up to approach him when someone suddenly yanked her back.

This was something she hadn’t expected, yet it also felt somehow inevitable.

A’Jin had not only swallowed what he believed was the only antidote, but he was also willing to mercilessly pull her over to take the sword blow meant for him.

Her heart turned to ashes as Noble Consort Ya watched the long sword thrust toward her, forgetting to struggle.

With a “whoosh,” the sound of the sword piercing flesh seemed especially jarring in that blood-red room.

When Noble Consort Ya turned back in shock, she found that the one struck by the sword was not herself.

“My lady, are you alright?” Gong Xinyue asked quietly, looking at the woman she had thrown herself against to push aside.

Such deep devotion — it was truly hard to bear causing her harm!

“I’m fine.” Noble Consort Ya, her eyes vacant, shook her head.

Chen Hong stared in disbelief at the long sword protruding from her own heart as she turned around.

Feng Jiang pulled the sword back out and stepped forward toward Chen Hong.

Chen Hong clutched her chest, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on him. “Why…?”

Feng Jiang tore off the human-skin mask covering his face and tossed it casually to the ground. “This is the answer you wanted!”

“It’s you?” Chen Hong’s eyes widened, but her strength gave out and she collapsed.

“That’s right! It’s always been me.” Feng Jiang’s gaze shifted, landing on Feng Jin.

“Third Imperial Brother, let’s talk this over properly! You… give me the antidote first.” Feng Jin spat blood the moment he opened his mouth.

He had already sealed off every meridian point he could, but it still wasn’t enough.

“Third Prince, please don’t go soft — kill him quickly!” Gong Xinyue saw Feng Jiang’s hesitation and grew anxious.

“If you don’t kill him, he won’t let you go either — hurry, do it now!”