Chapter 155: Hostility

She tilted her head slightly and glanced at the bed from the corner of her eye, but the doubt in her heart still remained.

She clearly saw His Majesty drink the tea that was laced with drugs.

He should be asleep, why did he suddenly turn over? Did the drug wear off, or did Your Majesty wake up?

It can't be that the black cat helped His Majesty turn over.

Given the Queen Mother's temperament and her methods of torture, Yan Shuirong didn't dare to be careless at all. She turned around and walked towards the bed.

The footsteps moved slowly, and Shen Tingyu thought something was wrong. Why was the sound getting closer?

Shen Tingyu touched the corner of Xin Hongying’s eyes and whispered, “Close your eyes and pretend to sleep.”

After saying that, she quickly went under the thin quilt beside her. Under the quilt, which was as soft and silky as gauze, an unusual dot was slightly raised.

The dim light of the candle slowly approached.

Yan Shuirong whispered cautiously.

"His Majesty?"

She placed her hand on his sleeping face, moving it left and right, trying to confirm if he was truly asleep.

The firelight illuminated the bed, and a small, slightly raised dot on the flat, thin quilt attracted her attention.

What's this

There was a hint of confusion on Yan Shuirong's face, but she didn't think too much about it. She just looked at him a few more times and then turned and left.

The flames gradually faded away, and the room returned to silence again.

"Xiao Qi, is she really gone?"

Xiao Qi saw her leave the room. Host, you can come out now.

Xin Hongying also opened her eyes and said slowly, "Are you...afraid of her?"

She discovered that the tyrant was at two extremes in front of her and in front of the Queen Mother.

In front of the Queen Mother, he was expressionless and silent, but in front of herself, all his actions and expressions seemed more lively.

More alive feeling.

Shen Tingyu glared at him with a complicated mood.

She was not afraid of the little palace maid, but she didn't want him to be controlled and attack her again.

Becoming her own enemy was something she was trying to avoid.

She didn't explain and remained silent for a long time.

She glanced at his profile as he lay down and waited quietly for a long time.

Then he slowly said: "Your Majesty, follow me, I will take you away from here."

Xin Hongying: "Okay."

The little palace maid was on duty at the door, so Shen Tingyu sat on her shoulder, pointed to the bolted window, and quietly opened the bolt.

He carefully pushed open the window and met Yan Shuirong's slightly narrowed eyes.

The man and the puppet stared at each other, both of them were stunned.

"Your Majesty, why are you not sleeping at this late hour? Where are you going?"

Yan Shuirong's elegant voice sounded like a ghost, coming straight to the window, with a slightly strange calmness in her voice.

She was surprised in her heart, she was right, His Majesty... was just pretending to sleep!

Is he awake?

It wasn't until she saw the rag doll on Xin Hongying's shoulder that her hair stood on end, her eyes widened, and she subconsciously took a step back as if she had seen something terrifying.

She stretched out her slender fingers, pointed at Shen Tingyu, and shook her head in disbelief: “You…”

"You are... the Imperial Master? But you are not..."

How could that be? Isn’t the Imperial Master dead?

The Queen Mother had already announced the death of the Imperial Master to the world, and at the same time issued an order that no dolls should be kept privately in the palace, and that anyone found doing so would be severely punished.

Everyone in the palace knew that the Queen Mother disliked the Imperial Master and hated any rag dolls and would never keep them privately.

The black cat squatted on the wall of the high wall and meowed clearly and long.

The words "evil thing" spoken by the Queen Mother kept echoing in my mind!

Yan Shuirong shuddered all over and felt even more terrified. In the cool summer night, her back was soaked with cold sweat, and she broke out in a cold sweat.

Shen Tingyu saw her frightened look, and she was stunned.

"Your Majesty, hurry up!"

Xin Hongying's figure moved.

Yan Shuirong trembled, and thought of the Queen Mother, and the fear in her heart gradually subsided.

"Your Majesty, stop."

Xin Hongying suddenly stopped.

Yan Shuirong said in a low voice, suppressing the fear in her heart, and attacked Shen Tingyu on Xin Hongying's shoulder with lightning speed.

There are no clouds tonight, the moonlight is cool, and the cool breeze makes the leaves rustle.

His five fingers formed into claws and suddenly attacked Shen Tingyu, trying to grab her directly.

The black cat's pupils shrank into needles, and it meowed sharply and quickly before jumping down from the high wall.

But the distance is a bit far, and it cannot jump such a long distance in the air.

Shen Tingyu straightened her arms, her eyes were a little solemn, and she stood on her shoulders motionless.

There is only one poison needle and she only has one chance.

The fierce palm wind was so close to her that her expression froze and she felt nervous. The image of the fake doll being torn to pieces flashed through her mind.

Her arms were stiff with tension; this was the closest she had ever come to facing death.

Her chance has come!

Before grabbing her with his five fingers, Shen Tingyu raised his arm, and the silver needle hidden in his arm pierced almost all of its root into Yan Shuirong's palm.

Success!

The corners of Shen Tingyu's lips rose slightly, and she thought to herself, if the little palace maid had not been careless and underestimated the enemy, it would have been really difficult for her to get this needle.

Yan Shuirong felt pain in her hand, and her face was slightly distorted with agony. She screamed, retracted her hand, and looked at the blood spot on her palm caused by the needle prick.

"Needle?"

She suddenly looked up, her expression changed slightly, and she looked at her warily, saying in fear.

"What did you do to me? You cursed me with a needle?"

Black Cat saw with his own eyes that she was a rival to Shen Tingyu and had already regarded her as an enemy, breathing down her neck in hostility.

He found the right opportunity and lunged forward, but was kicked away by her long, slender legs with a precise kick, leaving him without any resistance.

There was a shrill cat cry.

Shen Tingyu's expression changed drastically, and worry was written between his eyebrows.

Yan Shuirong pinched her wrist, withdrew her hand, and looked down at her palm.

With his slender fingers, he pulled out the silver needle from his palm and twisted it in his hand to examine it carefully.

After confirming that it was just a useless needle, he threw it on the ground.

Half a while passed, and Yan Shuirong did not immediately die from the poison as Shen Tingyu had expected. Her face changed slightly.

This needle is useless!

Where’s the deadly poison?

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Could it be fake? Oh no!

Yan Shuirong became much more cautious and did not attack her again. Instead, she chose to control Xin Hongying.

"Your Majesty, I hate dolls the most. Your Majesty, please do it."

Xin Hongying raised his arm slightly.

Shen Tingyu saw his movements, and being used to his protection, her heart suddenly plummeted to the bottom.

In fact, when she was discovered tonight, she already knew that she could not take Xin Hongying away tonight.

And now, the thing she was most worried about came again.

The two of them once again became enemies without anyone noticing.

The sharp knife that was originally pointed outwards to protect her will once again point the tip of the knife at her tonight!

Now she doesn’t have a second copy of the doll.