Ye Qi's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Mo Yunhan was so angry he laughed.

He's been thinking about that night for the past few days.

Ripples in dreams, tenderness outside dreams, each time stirring up waves of fervor, desire is hard to quell.

Although he had always suspected that Jiang Qingwan had tampered with his body, he still felt guilty, fearing that he had lost control of his emotions and damaged her reputation.

But now, hearing this woman admit to using him, his inner turmoil these past few days seems incredibly ironic.

"Bring her over tonight."

He finished speaking and turned to leave.

Night Seven was a little taken aback.

He clearly sensed the murderous aura that his prince could not suppress, and was worried that Lady Jiang might not survive. How did he then have someone else treat his illness?

In the backyard,

Jiang Qingwan reached out and patted Lian'er's head.

"Don't talk nonsense."

She's not an evil cultivator!

...

Inside the Qin residence,

Su Yulan, dressed in light gauze, lay half-reclined on the soft couch, her fair feet hooked around Qin Minglang's waist belt.

"You've been busy with official duties these past few days, so you can't hide today."

Qin Minglang was anxious.

He wasn't hiding; ever since he fell off the carriage that day, he didn't know why, that part of his body had stopped working.

It was already unbearably hot, but that place remained lifeless.

Su Yulan straightened up and nestled into his arms.

"I went to see my mother today, and she has already arranged for Qin Run to enter the Imperial Academy. How will you thank me?"

With seductive eyes, she reached down, startling Qin Minglang so much that he immediately stood up.

But something was still noticed.

"you……"

Qin Minglang blushed deeply with embarrassment.

Su Yulan rushed over to confirm again, her face extremely pale, and reached out to twist his ear.

"Which little vixen has bewitched you? She's made you lose all interest in this county princess!"

Qin Minglang's knees buckled and he knelt down.

"Lan'er, I...I was all harmed by that bitch Jiang Qingwan. Ever since that day, I..."

He found it difficult to speak.

Su Yulan gritted her teeth in anger.

"It's Jiang Qingwan again!"

Qin Minglang immediately raised his hand to guarantee, "Lan'er, it should be a slow-acting poison. I need to dissolve it slowly. This matter is too embarrassing to see a doctor. Please bear with it, Lan'er."

As he spoke, he lowered his head again and buried his face in Su Yulan's body.

“I am a second-rank military officer who has made many military achievements, but I was slandered by that vile woman and only got the position of supervisor. So many people are waiting to see me make a fool of myself. I don’t want to lose face again.”

Although Su Yulan was unsatisfied, she still softened and reached out to rub his head.

"Don't worry, the command of the patrol battalion will definitely be yours."

...

Before midnight, Ye Qi appeared in Jiang Qingwan's room again.

Surprisingly, Jiang Qingwan didn't sleep; she was dressed neatly and sitting under the lamp reading a book.

Seeing him appear, she didn't rush to leave.

"Did Mo Yunhan send you?"

Ye Qi nodded.

"Please, Madam Jiang."

Jiang Qingwan leisurely turned a page of her book.

Didn't he say the deal was void?

"But you didn't move out of the backyard either," Ye Qi retorted.

Jiang Qingwan put down her book with great interest and turned to look at him.

"You should have thrown me out while I was unconscious."

Ye Qi felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze.

"That's because my prince is kind-hearted."

"Does your prince think I can't afford a mansion?"

Jiang Qingwan remained calm, yet her retort left Ye Qi speechless for a long time.

She picked up the book again and started reading.

"Go back and tell your prince that he either has to die from the pain, or he can come here himself."

Ye Qi immediately became anxious.

"Madam Jiang, the Prince is our master, how can you..."

"He is your master, not mine."

Jiang Qingwan interrupted him coldly.

It will take at least three months to fully heal both legs.

She had been naive, thinking that the backyard was secluded and no one would bother anyone else.

But given Mo Yunhan's status, and the fact that his aunt and future princess came to cause trouble that day, who could guarantee who might come in the future?

The relationship between the two people must be properly managed.

She gestured for him to look outside.

"It's almost time."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Ye Qi suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"That night I was reckless and offended you, young lady. You can kill me or torture me as you please, but please go and see the Prince. His pain has been getting worse these past two days. Actually... actually, the Prince feels sorry for you..."

He wanted to talk about Huai Lou's rescue, and also about how Mo Yunhan had forbidden anyone from disturbing him in the backyard these past two days, but he swallowed his words back at the end.

The watchman's voice rang out from outside, and he kowtowed to Jiang Qingwan with reddened eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Before Jiang Qingwan could react, a gust of wind swept past her.

In the blink of an eye, she was already inside Mo Yunhan's bedroom.

She was able to successfully poison Ye Qi that day entirely because he was caught off guard.

If they were to truly clash head-on, with her current cultivation level, she wouldn't stand a chance of winning.

The partnership had to be finalized; she didn't want to be threatened in every way and have no freedom at all.

A sharp shout interrupted her thoughts.

"Who let you in? Get out!"

The man was pale, his body tense, and he was tightly gripping the cloth strip in his hand. Clearly, Ye Qi was not around, and he was preparing to tie himself up.

Jiang Qingwan lifted her foot and walked out.

They don't know what's good for them; it's not like she's the one in pain anyway.

Ye Qi knelt down at the door again with a thud.

"Jiang Niangzi..."

Behind him came the man's rapid breathing. The pain was becoming more and more intense. He could not stand on his own two legs and staggered to the side of the bed for support. His hands were shaking so badly that he could not wrap the cloth strip properly.

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