“My voice… what’s wrong with it… what did you do to me…” Julie was both scared and panicked.

Her hands were slender and delicate, and many men praised her for having the most beautiful hands in the world. She herself thought so too, so she used the most expensive skin care products to maintain her hands every day and even took out huge insurance policies. But now they're gone.

And then there's her voice. Many men praise her voice as being more melodious than a nightingale's, saying they would fall in love with her just by hearing her speak. Edward's favorite thing about her is her voice. Every year on his birthday, Edward always wants to hear her sing "Happy Birthday," saying it's the most precious gift.

But now it's gone too.

Without her beautiful hands and melodious voice, what chance does she have to make a comeback?

Edward could never fall in love with her again!

"Do you know 'Sorrow'?" Ye Qingqing asked patiently.

Julie shook her head in alarm.

"It's okay if you don't know. I'll tell you. This is a new type of poison. Isn't the name of this poison poetic? Actually, poison itself is quite artistic. The poison you ingested is called 'Shang' (殇), and it has already taken effect."

Ye Qingqing used to look down on 'Shang' and even mocked Zhu Zi for complicating simple things. She believed that poison should be quick, ruthless, and accurate, and that the highest level of poison should be achieved by administering the medicine in the shortest possible time.

But Zhu Zi's death, from the onset of the drug to his death, could only last one night. The onset was too slow, and Ye Qingqing despised it from the bottom of her heart. However, now she finally realized her previous shallowness and felt that one night was too short. She should stay up for three days and three nights to feel relieved.

"Don't let her die too easily. Can you prolong the effects of the drug?"

Zhu Zi snorted, "Didn't you say this medicine was a counterfeit product?"

He clearly remembered what Ye Qingqing said when the new drug came out. He wasn't that petty; he held a grudge!

Ye Qingqing rolled her eyes. "So stingy, not like a man at all. He'll probably be a bachelor for life. Only a blind woman like Ruan Yingzi would be attracted to his looks. Luckily, that silly girl has better eyesight now."

"I am Prince Edward's fiancée, Ye Qingqing... You'd better let me go, or Prince Edward will not let you off the hook!"

Julie decided to take a gamble and played Edward, hoping to make Ye Qingqing think twice.

Ye Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed. How shameless!

"Do you know why Prince Edward didn't come to save you? He was watching your wedding from below, completely unmoved, because he knew your true colors and was disgusted by you. How could he possibly come to save you!"

Every word Ye Qingqing spoke was like a sharp knife, stabbing Julie until she bled profusely.

"No... Edward wouldn't do this to me, you're lying..."

"Do you know where Princess Basha is now? She's with Prince Edward. It was His Highness who saved Basha. Aren't you surprised?" Ye Qingqing deliberately provoked the woman.

She suddenly had a better way to get revenge: killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but the most satisfying way is to destroy their spirit.

“Bartha is dead. Don’t try to fool me. The woman Edward hated most was Bartha. How could he possibly save that idiot… I don’t believe it…” Julie’s voice grew hoarse.

Ye Qingqing sneered, "Right now, the woman Prince Edward hates the most is you!"