After Becoming the Savior, I Was Shouldered By the Yandere Male Lead

A dramatic beauty queen VS a manic yandere (full immersion?? dual illness?? forced?? 1V1 clean romance?? ancient romance) :

Crystal coffins are fake, princesses are fake.

Good-hearted,...

Chapter 27 Rescuing the Princess Cursed by the Wicked Witch (27)

The butler took the medicine bottle from the side and handed it to Wen Ze.

Yan Li was not in a hurry, but Que Fu, who was standing opposite her, was eagerly waiting, as if he could only feel at ease after she took the antidote.

Wen Ze opened the porcelain bottle, poured out the pills, glanced at them a few times, and after confirming that there was no problem, finally placed the antidote in Yan Li's palm.

"Give."

"Ayan, you'd better think this through."

Seeing Wen Ze place the antidote into Yan Li's hand, Que Fu breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Yan Li did not take the medicine immediately, but instead examined it closely.

It looks like a candy bean no matter how you look at it.

Could it be that Que Fu was deceived by her father?

Or is it...?

Thinking it over, Yan Li raised her eyes and looked at Wen Ze, trying to find some flaws in his calm face.

Seeing that Yan Li did not take the antidote immediately, Que Fu seemed to understand Yan Li's concerns:

"Don't worry, Ali. I got this antidote from the king myself. I didn't ask anyone else to help me on the way here, so there won't be any problems."

As he spoke, he looked at Yan Li with anticipation.

If Yan Li were no longer a mute, many rumors would be dispelled, including those that claimed she was plotting a rebellion and usurping the throne with Wen Ze.

After hearing Que Fu's assurance once again, Yan Li finally put the pill in her mouth.

It really is candy.

No wonder her hands felt sticky.

Looking up again, Yan Li realized that Wen Ze was looking at her.

But what's with that ambiguous smile?

Que Fu didn't notice anything amiss, but after seeing Yan Li swallow the antidote, the anticipation in his eyes grew even stronger.

"Ah Li, why don't you try and see if you can speak?"

After swallowing the last bit of sweetness in her mouth, Yan Li looked at Wen Ze again, her eyes sparkling.

"Ah Yan is tired. I imagine General Que must have had an exceptionally long day as well. Let the steward let General Que go and rest first."

"Remember to get some medicine for General Que's injuries."

After saying that, Wen Ze picked up Yan Li and carried her upstairs.

Before Que Fu could even speak, he was decisively pulled away by the steward, not giving him a chance to come forward and disturb him.