There was a dark, blackish color in the center of her palm.
“Your Highness, you… you poisoned me?”
Damn it, this bastard actually poisoned her?!
This poison looked like “Scorpion Venom.” Once poisoned, the skin that came into contact with the poisonous powder would develop a mark shaped like a venomous scorpion. Within twenty-four hours, the skin would gradually fester until the internal organs rotted away, leading to death.
This man was truly ruthless!
Sure enough, the book was right—the Great Villain was a cruel and vicious man!
“What, you can’t cure it?” His gaze fell on her palm, utterly calm and unruffled.
The two of them were still in the same position from when they had fallen together. Yun Qingge was still lying on top of him, and in her anger, she lifted her foot and viciously kicked his leg.
“…” Ye Feimo, having been kicked, narrowed his dark eyes dangerously.
This woman—she kicked him?!
The little white rabbit act from before was definitely all a pretense!
“The antidote! Your Highness, how would I know how to cure poison? This joke of yours has gone a bit too far.”
Ye Feimo furrowed his brows, looked at the woman still lying on top of him, and ordered coldly, “Get up.”
“Give me the antidote first, and then I’ll dare to get up. What if the poison acts the moment I rise?”
Of course, she knew this poison wouldn’t take effect immediately, nor would it be triggered by any of her other movements.
She had simply calculated that this dead man despised women. She deliberately refused to get up—she wouldn’t back off until he handed over the antidote.
Although she could cure this poison herself, if she did, it would definitely arouse this man’s suspicion! She had to keep her identity tightly concealed!
Ye Feimo slowly shifted his gaze to her face and stared at her for a long while.
She showed not a trace of panic, which only confirmed the suspicion in his heart.
As for Yun Qingge, she didn’t care at all. She met his gaze openly and fearlessly.
“Get up. I’ll give you the antidote.” He pressed his lips together and turned his head away.
Strangely enough, even though he despised women, he didn’t feel any disgust at her closeness. Why was that?
At this moment, there wasn’t the slightest hint of aversion, and it puzzled him.
Yun Qingge obediently sat up, though she made her movements deliberately exaggerated, “accidentally” kicking him twice more. After kicking him, she said with an innocent face, “Oh dear, Your Highness, I didn’t mean to. Are you alright?”
She leaned over and quickly patted his legs.
“Look how careless I am. Your legs are already useless, so you shouldn’t have any feeling in them, right? This kick of mine shouldn’t hurt, should it?”
Ye Feimo’s brow twitched, and a faint anger rose in his chest.
If he weren’t able to restrain himself, he would have leapt up and strangled this woman. These legs… how could they not hurt? She kicked so hard—of course it hurt!
At that moment, Yun Qingge reached out to help him sit up straight, then extended her hand. “Your Highness, can you give me the antidote now? I don’t want to die!”
The description of this man in the book was indeed spot on.
Ye Feimo closed his eyes, unwilling to look at her any longer, and said coldly, “The first compartment of the hidden cabinet holds the antidote.”
Hidden cabinet?
Yun Qingge turned and looked around the room.
“It’s near the desk.”
She stood up and walked over, finding the mechanism beside the desk. The painting hanging on the wall instantly retracted, revealing a hidden cabinet in the wall.
She walked over, took the medicine from the first compartment, and couldn’t help but take an extra glance at the hidden cabinet.
“Does Your Highness usually take an interest in pharmacology?”
That made sense—since he was poisoned and his legs were crippled, he must be trying to cure his legs through his own efforts?
Ye Feimo didn’t want to acknowledge her.
Yun Qingge’s eyes flickered slightly. After taking the medicine, she leaned over to him again and said, “Your Highness, I know a physician who might be able to treat you. How about… I introduce them to you?”
He slowly turned his gaze back to her.
“Your legs still need treatment, right? And the poison still needs to be cured, right?” She crouched by the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her hands, her smile seemingly innocent and harmless.
He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, quietly waiting for her to continue.
“I know a highly skilled physician who can definitely treat Your Highness. How about… we form a partnership?”
“Partnership?” A mocking smile curled at the corner of his thin lips, and he looked at her as if she were a fool.
In truth, in Ye Feimo’s mind, this woman was indeed utterly foolish at this moment.
What right did she have to speak of “partnership” with him? Ridiculous.
Sensing his contemptuous tone, Yun Qingge felt a surge of anger well up in her chest. She suppressed it and had no choice but to say, “Your Highness, how about we partner together to bring down the Crown Prince?”
“The Crown Prince?” His tone deepened as he repeated the two words.
If anyone else had said such a thing, he might have believed it.
But coming from Yun Qingge’s mouth, he didn’t believe a word.
This woman’s pursuit of Ye Tianjue was known throughout Di Du. Her reputation was tarnished beyond repair—how could she have the nerve to speak of partnership?
She probably claimed partnership with her mouth, but in her heart, she was still harboring delusions.
Yun Qingge had no idea what he was thinking. Instead, she nodded very seriously and said with conviction, “I’ve thought it all through. Since we’re husband and wife, we’re bound to be on the same boat from now on. I can help you, Your Highness. What do you think?”
“I’ve lost my power, my legs are crippled, and my face is ruined. What could I possibly need your help with?”
Yun Qingge could tell that every fiber of his being was screaming refusal. She held her breath, about to say something more, but he spoke first: “Yun Qingge, put away those little schemes of yours and just be a proper princess consort.”
Yun Qingge pouted.
What schemes?
She was helping him!
She wanted to help him topple Ye Tianjue, help him seize the throne, help him detoxify and cure his illness—wasn’t that enough to count as being proper?
Damn it!
“Your Highness, won’t you really trust me just once?”
Ye Feimo’s sword-like brows furrowed beneath his mask. He was truly out of patience now. “Shut up.”
Yun Qingge: “…” Damn man!
She really must have had her head kicked in by a door—how could she have thought this man was pitiful when she read about him in the book? Looking at him now, this Great Villain was anything but pitiful. He was simply detestable!
“I’m tired.” He lazily lifted his eyelids to glance at her irritated expression, then spoke slowly.
The moment Yun Qingge heard that, a hint of mischief flashed through her eyes.
“Does Your Highness mean… you’d like me to warm your bed?”
The disgust in Ye Feimo’s eyes grew even more pronounced. He sneered, “Do you think that by retreating to advance, I’ll divorce you and let you go back to pestering the Crown Prince?”
Yun Qingge was full of question marks.
She really couldn’t figure out what was going on in this man’s head. She could only blame the original owner’s notorious pestering of Ye Tianjue—the book described it as “stopping at nothing.”
No wonder…
Her gaze flickered, and she suddenly leaned close to him, reaching out a slender hand to stroke his wrinkled chin.
“With words like that, Your Highness… could it be that you’re jealous? Rest assured, Your Highness—I’m no longer interested in the Crown Prince. I’m more interested in you.”
Ye Feimo’s pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the sly expression on the woman before him, a thin layer of anger rising to his face.
Was he… being flirted with?
“Let go. Get out!” he snapped, swatting away the hand on his chin.
The force was so great that it nearly sent Yun Qingge tumbling to the ground—fortunately, she managed to grab hold of his arm just in time.