“Cough… cough… Ouch…”
Faced with Jing Moxuan’s pained expression, Jiang Qingran took a pill from the silver bracelet on her wrist.
“There are no outsiders now, Your Highness, no need to pretend. You’re not eating because you know the food is poisoned, right? This is the Myriad Blossom Antidote Pill. While I can’t claim it cures all poisons in the world, it’s more than enough for this kind of slow-acting poison.”
Without waiting for Jing Moxuan to react, she directly stuffed the pill into his mouth. It melted instantly upon contact, leaving a fragrant aftertaste.
Jing Moxuan was slightly startled. What exactly had this abandoned daughter of the Jiang family experienced over the years?
Not only was she intelligent and exceptionally courageous, but her skills were also profound.
Everyone said Jiang Qingyue was as beautiful as a heavenly fairy and exceptionally talented.
But compared to this Jiang Qingran, she was not even worth mentioning.
Yet, he still pretended to be very surprised and said, “What did you say? This food is actually poisoned… Ugh… my chest hurts even more now.”
Jiang Qingran gave him a disdainful look. “Jing Moxuan, your chest isn’t located on your head.”
Jing Moxuan quickly moved his hand from his head to his stomach.
“Your Highness… hurts all over.”
“Alright, hurry up and eat something while it’s hot. If the servants take the dishes away later, you’ll go hungry again.”
Jiang Qingran wasn’t angry at all that Jing Moxuan was pretending to be sick in front of her.
To her, he was a benefactor, but to him, she was just a substitute bride forced upon him by others.
It was only natural for him to be cautious.
Thank heavens, the man she liked wasn’t a brainless, naive fool.
Jing Moxuan’s birth mother was a palace maid of the Empress, favored by the drunken Emperor for one night.
It could be said that Jing Moxuan and his birth mother were thorns in the Empress’s side. If he were a normal person, he wouldn’t have survived until now.
Jing Moxuan pretended to cough a few more times and reluctantly ate over half a bowl of rice.
Half an hour later, Mei Huan brought a full bowl of pitch-black medicine.
“Wang Fei, the medicine is ready.”
“Mm, give it to me.”
Jiang Qingran took the bowl and walked over to Jing Moxuan, who was leaning on the couch taking a nap.
“Your Highness, time for your medicine.”
Jing Moxuan didn’t even open his eyes, shaking his head. “Your Highness knows his own body doesn’t have much time left. Why waste this medicine? I won’t drink it.”
Jiang Qingran grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her.
With a slightly teasing tone, she said, “Your Highness can’t die. I just married over, and if you die now, wouldn’t that confirm the rumor that I’m a Zaixing? So, Your Highness not only must not die, but you must also live a long life, free from illness, and stand on your own two feet again.”
Jing Moxuan glared at her coldly. “You, let go!”
“Shh! Drink your medicine obediently.”
With that, Jiang Qingran held the medicine bowl and poured it down his throat.
This medicine was just an ordinary tonic for replenishing qi and blood; it couldn’t cure any illness.
“Ugh…”
Jing Moxuan was so bitter he almost vomited. In the past, he had secretly poured out the medicine.
But now there was another person in the room, and he had no choice but to drink it.
No, he had to think of a way to make this damn girl stay away from him.
With a “bang,” he knocked over the medicine bowl and said sternly, “Jiang Qingran, you, an abandoned daughter, are not worthy of Your Highness. Get out! You are not allowed to live in the same courtyard as Your Highness!”
Jiang Qingran blew a strand of hair away from her forehead and said nonchalantly, “Stop throwing a tantrum. Let me tell you, from now on, in the Seventh Prince’s Mansion, you may hold the highest status, but all matters, big or small, are to be decided by me. Since we are married, in life you are mine, and in death you must be my ghost. In this lifetime, you can only share a bed with me.”
A forced melon may not be sweet, but it quenches thirst.
“You really…”
Before Jing Moxuan could finish speaking, Jiang Qingran reached out to undo his clothes.
“Jiang Qingran, what are you doing? In broad daylight, have you no shame?”
This time, Jing Moxuan was truly angry. Could this wretched girl be forcing him into consummating their marriage?