“You there! How dare you attack the master!” In the darkness, two black figures tumbled toward the well, locked in combat.
That voice—wasn’t it the white-robed youth, Qingxuan?
Yun Qingge cursed her bad luck inwardly and could only make a careful escape before they noticed her.
She crouched low, instinctively holding her breath as she moved her feet, so as not to be detected.
Damn it! This scene wasn’t in the novel! After all, in the book, the cannon-fodder female supporting character was already dead, having alerted Jingwang Ye Feimo, but there was no mention of assassins at all!
Why wasn’t the plot of this transmigrated novel following the script?!
She had just crawled through the grass when the fight on the other side came to an end.
A masked assassin in black was kicked directly over, landing at her feet.
Yun Qingge’s heart sank. She immediately turned and ran.
It wasn’t that she felt guilty about killing the wet nurse—she was worried about being mistaken for an assassin.
Qingxuan, the guard who had killed the masked assassin, cast a sharp gaze at Yun Qingge as she fled. He frowned and shouted angrily, “Stop!”
He muttered a curse under his breath: There’s an accomplice!
As she ran, Yun Qingge tore off the scar on her face.
Was she really this unlucky?
She didn’t care about anything else—she just ran forward. Seeing a dimly lit lamp behind a closed door ahead, Yun Qingge didn’t think twice and pushed the door open.
She remembered that the bridal chamber was in Beiyuan, which was very close to the servants’ Nanyuan, with the woodshed also in that area. Beiyuan had been specially arranged as her residence as the princess consort, and it was somewhat desolate.
This courtyard was quite far from Beiyuan. In that split second, she only thought about saving her life and didn’t stop to consider whose bedchamber this might be.
“Who’s there?”
A deep, extremely low male voice suddenly rang out from within the room.
That voice was far too distinctive! Wasn’t it her crippled prince husband? Damn it!
The man’s voice was magnetic and pleasant to the ear, though it carried a hint of weakness. Even so, that weakness could hardly mask the killing intent brimming within it!
Yun Qingge looked toward the source of the voice—it came from behind a screen.
If she turned and left now, would she still have a chance to escape?
Without a second thought, she spun around to flee, but was suddenly pulled by a powerful force. With the momentum, she crashed straight through the screen and tumbled into the bath.
“Splash!” Water sprayed everywhere.
At that moment, footsteps sounded at the door—Qingxuan had caught up.
Yun Qingge, who had fallen into the bath, was choked by the bitter, foul-smelling medicinal water, nearly suffocating to death.
She struggled to rise, but before she could make a sound, a large hand shot out with lightning speed and viciously seized her throat.
With that force, her slender neck would surely snap.
“Master, did an assassin enter the room?” Qingxuan’s voice came from the doorway, tinged with concern.
After all… today was the fifteenth, the day the poison flared up.
The wedding day wasn’t originally supposed to be today, but the Emperor, heeding Ye Tianjue’s words, had moved the date up to today. That Ye Tianjue had malicious intentions!
The room was very quiet at that moment.
Yun Qingge, with his hand gripping her neck, felt terrible, but she dared not make any rash move.
A cold night breeze swept into the room, extinguishing the candle flames. The surroundings plunged into darkness in an instant.
Each could only see a vague silhouette of the other—especially since Ye Feimo hadn’t even gotten a look at the female thief’s face before the light went out.
“You are… cough, cough, cough… who?” He spoke first, but was interrupted by coughing. After a fit, he asked in a hoarse voice.
Even in his weakened state, the man gripping her neck radiated terrifying killing intent—a fierce murderous aura that seemed ready to devour her whole.
In the pitch darkness, she couldn’t see his face either, only his bloodthirsty eyes, which were utterly horrifying.
Yun Qingge clenched her fists and had already silently retrieved a silver needle from her Kongjian.
“I—you’re having a poison flare-up today, aren’t you? I can, I can help suppress the poison.” To save her life, she was willing to risk it all.
The book had mentioned that this poison had tormented Ye Feimo for five months, and no one had been able to cure it!
Qingxuan at the door heard no sound and urgently pounded on the door: “Master? Master?”
With no response from inside, his worry grew, and he pushed the door open directly.
“Master—”
Ye Feimo frowned, not yet reacting. In that moment of distraction, the woman whose neck he held suddenly twisted agilely and vanished into the pool.
His hand found empty air. He turned his head to look at Qingxuan.
Just now, the night breeze had blown in, pulling half the curtain down as well, half-covering the view.
Qingxuan hadn’t noticed what had just happened either—he only heard the splashing of water.
“Get out!” Ye Feimo ordered coldly.
Qingxuan was startled. “The assassin…”
“There is no assassin.” His voice was very hoarse, nearly fading to silence by the end. He lowered his gaze to the area of water where Yun Qingge was hiding, his eyes reflecting a bone-chilling coldness.
Qingxuan knew he no longer had the strength to speak, so he could only awkwardly rub his nose and quietly retreat, closing the door for him.
Yun Qingge, hiding in the water, heard the sound and quickly surfaced, spitting out a mouthful of the medicinal water from the pool.
Turning her head, she saw the man about to close in on her again. She quickly pressed a silver needle against his waist.
Though he was in the medicinal bath, he still wore a dark robe. Through the soaked fabric, she could make out the contours of his figure in the darkness.
Great physique!
“I really didn’t come to kill you. Listen, I’ll suppress the poison for you. Once it’s under control, you let me go. Deal?” she said in a negotiating tone.
She deliberately spoke in a sharp, grating voice to keep him from recognizing her familiar tone.
If her cover was blown, there was no going back!
Ye Feimo frowned, recalling what the physician had said—avoid emotional agitation while soaking in the medicinal pool.
His breathing was already erratic, and the metallic taste rising in his throat grew stronger.
He felt the silver needle pressing lightly against his waist. He could easily fight back, but he was inexplicably tempted to let her try.
“You?” His thin lips parted slightly. Though his mind wanted to let her try, his words remained contemptuous.
Yun Qingge pursed her lips. She couldn’t see his expression, but she guessed he was frowning in doubt.
“If I fail, you can kill me then. You must be in a lot of pain right now, aren’t you? Your lungs and heart burning? That metallic taste in your throat making you want to cough up blood? If…”
“Fine.” He didn’t want to hear her ramble and spoke up.
This poison had no cure to this day.
Even the monthly suppression on the fifteenth was agonizing.
After five months of torment, he wanted to see what this female assassin was capable of.
Yun Qingge let out a long sigh of relief, quickly withdrawing the silver needle from his waist and instructing, “Lie down on the couch. I’ll start with acupuncture.”
“Can’t move.” The man said three cold words, devoid of any warmth.
Yun Qingge’s lips twitched as she remembered his legs were crippled.
“Fine, I’ll do the acupuncture here. Lean against the edge of the pool and bare your chest.”