The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady
chapter-135

Chapter 135: Drensh

Looking at his ruthless back, Qin Yuyan’s confident smile froze on her face, she poured herself out so sincerely while he still refused to forgive her. What a heart of stone…

Ye Yichen’s eyes flashed and ran after the man quickly: “Father!”

The Old Prince Jing stopped and looked back at him. His eyes were burning with rage: “Look what kind of person you’ve fallen in love with!”

In order to marry Yichen successfully and become a rightful princess, she went so far as to poison his father. Such a cruel woman in bad virtue would do anything to achieve her goal.

“Father, I’m sorry!” Ye Yichen said in a deep voice. He knew Qin Yu Yan was clever and scheming, but he never thought that she would poison his father in order to create opportunities…

“You really have a bad taste of women!” Old Prince Jing reproved him loudly.

A strange look appeared in Ye Yichen’s eyes since his father scolded him the same way as Ouyang Shaochen did…

Seeing him frowning tightly, Old Prince Jing’s face eased slightly: “It’s getting late, don’t stay here any longer, Xue’er is poisoned, go to visit her in the Marquis Mansion if you’re free!”

Ye Yi Chen looked shocked: “What do you mean, father?”

“Although you had broken off your engagement with Xue’er, you still have a chance to visit and accompany her before she gets married. Perhaps the engagement of you two can be saved!” Old Prince Jing said in a low voice, eyes shining with rare dignified.

“Let me think about it.” Ye Yichen sank down the eyelid, with his eyes darkened.

“Then you must think faster. Otherwise, Xue’er would be married to another man. Not every young man in this world is as blind as you are.” Old Prince Jing threw down this sentence, turned around and strode forward without looking back.

Ye Yi Chen stood and looked at his father’s retreating figure, then shifted to the direction of the Marquis Mansion with a complicated look in his eyes.

Old Prince Jing was several tens of meters away from the Lotus Courtyard, but what he said still fell into Qin Yuyan’s ears word for word ,and her face turned instantly gloomy and terrible.

She put down her dignity to make an apology to Old Prince Jing. Not only did he refuse to forgive her, but also blamed and taunted her. On the top of everything, he even urged Yichen to stay away from her and get close to Murong Xue. He was really an abominable old thing!

If that bottle of poison was not destroyed, she would have immediately dripped a few drops to poison this stubborn old stuff to death!

It took Qin Yuyan a few moments to subside the rage in her eyes. Old Prince Jing was a tough man and had a guard against her. She should not make any move for the time being, but lived in the Lotus Courtyard for rehabilitation. When the reinforcements from Mo Bei arrived in the capital, she would definitely teach that old scoundrel a lesson!

The golden sun was shining warmly on the earth, and the maids and mamas went in and out of the Falling Snow Pavilion with a slight mix-up.

Murong Xue was lying on the carved bed in the inner chamber. Sharp pains and algidity moving back and forth in her ribs making her frown tightly. Her face was pale and bloodless with bean-sized sweat oozing from her forehead. Her slender body tightly wrapped in the thick brocade quilt, but she was still shivering with cold.

Ouyang Shaochen sat on her bedside, and Ruyu stretched her hands to press on Murong Xue’s back for conveying internal force. Murong Xue’s deep eyes looked out of the door frequently, “The Earth Yang Grass hasn’t been cooked yet?”

Fire Lotus seed was a kind of fruit that could be taken directly. While the Earth Yang Grass was an herb that needed to be boiled into a decoction before being taken.

“Yes, it’s ready!” Hongxiu answered loudly, carrying a bowl of steaming herb broth, and hurried in.

Ouyang Shaochen took Murong Xue by her shoulder and lifted her up. He handled the bowl to her lips and said softly, “Drink it quickly, and you’ll be fine.”

With thick medicinal smell lingering on the tip of her nose, Murong Xue frowned. Again, the algidity quickly spread through her veins, she had no choice but took a sip of it reluctantly. Suddenly, the thick medicinal smell filled with her oral cavity, even her breathing was full of bitterness. She coughed heavily: “Why is this so bitter?”

“Good medicine tastes bitter!” Ouyang Shaochen said lightly and handed the bowl to her lips again.

Murong Xue was speechless, so she looked up blankly. What she hated most in her life was drinking bitter medicine. In her precious life of modern society, she would always rehabilitate after having cold or fever relying on her own resistance rather than medicines or herbs. Even if she accidentally got poisoned, she would choose injections.

She could not bear the sufferings of those primitive bitter herbs anymore even if there was no other alternative in Qingyan, “Take it away, I quit.”

Ouyang Shaochen’s handsome face darkened in an instant, “The Ice Poison is flowing in an accelerated speed in your veins. You’ll die if you don’t take it.”

Murong Xue tightly puckered up her eyebrows, “It tastes horrible, I’m sick of it. How about asking the doctor to make the Earth Yang Grass into pills? I’ll take the pills!”

Ouyang Shaochen looked gloomy, “It’ll take several hours to make pills with herbs. You’ll suffer more pains in waiting.”

“Never mind, I can handle it.” Murong Xue nodded with a pair of faint eyes. She had suffered various internal injuries and traumas in her precious life, and developed good endurance. She could tolerate the Ice Poison even if it would make her suffer more. However, the taste of the bitter herb was just too much for her, she would rather endure the physical pain when the symptoms broke out.

“I don’t want to see you die in pains!” Ouyang Shaochen said coldly, reaching for Murong Xue’s chin and pouring the broth into her mouth.

The woman was really getting more stupid for refusing to drink the medicine because it was too bitter, and allowed the toxin to spread in her body. She simply could not tell her priorities clearly.

An instant flavor of bitterness filled between her mouth and throat soon after the medicine broth reached her tongue. Murong Xue frowned tightly, ready to stretch out her hand to push the bowl, but tragically found that her arm tightly pressed by Ouyang Shaochen and could not move a bit.

This hateful Ouyang Shaochen was teasing her again relying on his stronger kung fu!

Murong Xue glared at Ouyang Shaochen ferociously. He just turned a blind eye and continued to feed her with the broth.

When the last drop fell into Murong Xue’s mouth, Ouyang Shao Chen released his hand.

Murong Xue choked by the heavy smell and coughed heavily. Then she sat up straight with her eyes burning with rage, and reached out of her hand to slap Ouyang Shaochen.

Ouyang Shaochen avoided her attack, put down the bowl and casually picked up a fresh and attractive preserved fruit to stuff it into her mouth, “Take it, it could neutralize the taste of the herb.”

“I’ll order the doctor to make all the remaining herbs into pills. Next time you have symptoms, you can take pills instead of such bitter medicine broth.” Ouyang Shaochen said lightly and sat down on her bedside. He put his palm on Murong Xue’s back, conveying internal force for her. His whole movements were so spontaneously.