Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Noble Consort Xiaoâs delicate face bore a look of doubt as she conversed with Granny Song beside her. âWhat do you think Su Yingxue said? How could she make Poison Doctor Saint Ruanâs face turn so sour?â
Before entering the palace, she had seen Saint Ruan in the Xiao family, a person who was arrogant and dismissive of worldly matters.
Granny Song replied solemnly, âI can only sense that Miss Su might be in danger today.â
Noble Consort Xiao agreed with her words.
After all, when Saint Ruan intended to poison someone, the King of the Underworld seemed to favor him.
Su Yingxue and Saint Ruan exchanged poisons. Their competition was very simple and crude. They poisoned each other, and whoever could concoct the antidote within two hours would be considered the winner.
When Saint Ruan received Su Yingxueâs poison, he almost instinctively ingested it.
He had never believed Su Yingxue could poison him.
Yet, the poison carried a sweet scent that echoed Su Yingxueâs words in his mind.
âSaint Ruan, do you have any regrets in your life?â
He did!
Su Yingxueâs potion was his sole regret in decades.
âIntoxicating Fragranceâ¦â
Saint Ruanâs eyes reddened, blood surged from his chest, and he abruptly expelled a mouthful of blood.
âSpurt!â
Su Yingxue watched him, a smile hinting at deeper meaning on her lips.
Indeed, she had taken Saint Ruanâs poison, and her condition was dire.
In less than fifteen minutes, she began to feel dizzy and almost fell. Her vision slowly darkened.
Fortunately, her acupuncture skills were outstanding and she quickly sealed her acupoints to prevent the poison from flowing.
In her mind, Little Ginseng was in a panic. âThis poison is potent! So potent!â
Little Ginseng was on the verge of vomiting!
Su Yingxue entered the Medicine King Valley and it only relaxed when she saw her gulping down a lot of spirit spring water.
Su Yingxue had her motherâs medical records in her mind. There were thousands of poisons in the world that had a cure. It was just a matter of whether she could find it.
Saint Ruan liked to fight poison with poison. Over the years, he had been doing this for the majority of the time.
Before the poison fully invaded her body, Su Yingxue took the antidote.
After sitting for half an hour and sensing the poisonâs halt, she used a small knife to incise her hand, releasing the poisoned blood, effectively neutralizing the poison.
However, just as she regained her senses, someone on the other side screamed, âOh my god, the poison doctor is dead! The poison doctor is dead!â
Saint Ruan collapsed before everyoneâs eyes.
âMen, summon the imperial physician!â
Chu Mingyuan quickly commanded.
Saint Ruan, a genius in poisons, would be a loss if he perished.
He hurriedly ordered the imperial physician to attend to him.
However, when his gaze met Su Yingxueâs, a hint of intent to kill inadvertently slipped into his eyes.
She had defeated Saint Ruan!
What terrifying strength she possessed!
Facing Chu Mingyuanâs gaze, Su Yingxue felt something amiss.
As Saint Ruan was carried away, a gale swept through the palace gates.
Chu Yihan appeared, his body exuding killing intent, his blade still stained with blood.
He rushed to Su Yingxue and pulled her into his embrace, his voice urgent. âIâm late.â
An almost imperceptible smile crossed Su Yingxueâs cold face. âNot late! Your Highness, Iâve won!â
She seemed like a child yearning for praise.
Though her complexion hadnât fully recovered, Chu Yihan sighed in relief upon seeing her.
However, his gaze towards Chu Mingyuan was sharp and bloodthirsty. âAre you deliberately obstructing me?â
His tone was commanding. Speaking to Chu Mingyuan publicly, everyone in the hall knelt in fear.
Su Yingxue rushed forward and grasped his hand.. âYour Highness, donât be angry!â