Chapter 19 I, Ming Wu, don't care.
These words, like needles dipped in deadly poison, pierced Mingwu's mind, bringing a sharp buzzing sound.
She subconsciously thought of the five-petaled flower birthmark that had suddenly appeared on her arm.
She had a unique constitution from a young age, unlike ordinary people. Only her older sister, who raised her, and the deceased Taoist priest knew about this; even her biological parents were unaware.
This secret was so secret that even she herself had almost forgotten it.
How did Lu Yuan find out?
Moreover, if his reason for marrying her was simply because her constitution was suitable for planting the Gu poison.
For the past six months, she had offered up her burning, devoted heart, and in the quiet of her midnight dreams, a faint sweetness would rise from his occasional tenderness...
Isn't that a huge joke?
Her existence, her marriage, her very being—it was all nothing more than a meticulously planned deception.
No, it must be fake.
"You're talking nonsense!"
What kind of Gu? What kind of container? Did you think she would believe that?
"nonsense?"
Qi Lan chuckled softly, the sound particularly jarring in the silent corridor.
"Is there a new red mark with five petals on my sister's body?"
Mingwu's pupils contracted sharply, and almost instinctively she clenched the fabric at the base of her forearm. Through the cloth, the mark seemed to be faintly burning, searing her flesh.
Qi Lan watched as the light in Ming Wu's eyes gradually faded away, and a twisted sense of pleasure welled up inside her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a dark figure walking from around the corner of the corridor, and a cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
He leaned forward, his voice extremely low.
"That's a sign that the Gu has matured."
"Sister, why don't you guess why Yuanlang would want to plant this curse in you?"
Qi Lan didn't wait for Ming Wu's reply, and soon revealed the answer with a kind of condescending pity.
"It's because of me, because I need my sister's blood. So Yuanlang cast this curse on my sister, and when it matures, he can transfer my sister's blood into me."
"Sister, don't blame Yuanlang. He just cares about me too much. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being born with this troublesome body. Possessing a treasure is a crime... This has always been the case throughout history."
“Oh, right. The Li Gu needs the container’s pure love for the caster to grow. The stronger the love, the faster it grows. Sister, have you ever thought that your love for Yuan Lang is the best nourishment for the Li Gu?”
Qi Lan's words were like a venomous snake, coiling around Ming Wu, making it hard for her to breathe. The snake's cold body crawled up her back, raised its flat head, and flicked its scarlet tongue at her.
He bit down hard on her heart.
The pain was so intense she felt like she was going to die.
"Shut up!" Mingwu snapped.
Qi Lan was startled by the sudden outburst in her eyes, but soon she was overjoyed.
Her facial expression shifted to one of extreme fear and vulnerability, as if she had been terrified by Mingwu's roar. She trembled as she grabbed Mingwu's hand, pleading with a sob in her voice.
“I know that Madam loves the Prime Minister and cannot tolerate anyone else getting close. But I… I have never dared to have any improper thoughts. I… I only ask for a safe corner in this mansion…”
"Please, Madam, have mercy and don't send me away..."
Qi Lan noticed that the figure in black stopped a few steps away behind a clump of cypress trees, with a corner of a black robe peeking out from among the lush branches and leaves.
Mingwu tried to pull her hand away, but the other person gripped it even tighter.
"Qi Lan, stop with your attitude. If you want Lu Yuan, take him. I, Ming Wu, don't care."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a sharp crack rang out, the sound of a branch being snapped in two.
Just as Mingwu was about to turn her head to look, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of her hand, as if she had been stabbed hard by a needle.
The excruciating pain made her instinctively fling her hand away.
"ah!"
With a shrill, distorted scream, Qi Lan, along with her wheelchair, suddenly tumbled outwards towards the outside of the corridor.
"Bang--!"
A heavy, muffled thud struck the ground.
The wheelchair crashed onto the grass, its two wooden wheels spinning futilely toward the sky. Qi Lan was thrown off balance by the immense inertia, her forehead slamming squarely into a jagged, protruding rock.
Warm blood gushed out almost immediately, staining his forehead and the stone surface red.
"girl!"
Just then, the blue warbler burst out from the corner, its wailing deafening.
"Madam, how cruel you are! My daughter sincerely apologized to you, yet you...you actually committed such a heinous act, taking her life."
When Chunnan saw Lanying distorting the truth like this, she was so angry that she trembled all over and her voice changed.
"You're spouting nonsense! It's clearly..."
"Enough!"
Lu Yuan emerged from behind the cypress tree, the hem of his dark robe fluttering in the chilly spring breeze. His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his eyes held a chilling, icy aura.
He stared intently at Mingwu.
Did you push it?
Seeing him appear, Mingwu understood everything.
She was just wondering how she suddenly became so strong that she could overturn Qi Lan, a living person, along with her wheelchair, with just a flick of her wrist.
Now she finally understands.
I just wonder what role Lu Yuan will play in this play?
Perhaps this was something they had planned in advance; otherwise, how could he have appeared so coincidentally right after Qi Lan fell?
Lan Ying cried out in a hoarse voice, "Prime Minister, Prime Minister, save me! Madam... Madam pushed the young lady down! I saw it with my own eyes!"
Chunnan quickly retorted, "No, it was Miss Qi Lan herself... she grabbed the madam..."
Just then, Qi Lan slowly woke up, weakly raised her head, and looked at Ming Wu and Lu Yuan in the corridor.
She harbored resentment in her heart, but forced a gentle and magnanimous demeanor on her face.
"Prime Minister, please don't blame Madam. It was my own carelessness. Please don't let my actions damage your relationship with Madam..."
Lu Yuan's gaze never left Ming Wu's face for even a moment.
Mingwu scoffed, "Didn't the Prime Minister see it all? Why ask such a redundant question?"
Lu Yuan frowned deeply: "Say it yourself." His tone remained an unquestionable command.
It's that same phrase again, as if he were so fair and selfless.
Last time, when Qi Lan was poisoned, she said it wasn't her. Did he believe her?
That night, she explained the fragrance of joy countless times, but did he still believe her?
No!
A sour, astringent feeling welled up inside me, and my chest felt like it was blocked by thick silt, so suffocating that even breathing became extremely difficult.
Mingwu's fingers dug tightly into her palms within her sleeves, her dark eyelashes lowered, concealing the sorrow welling up in her eyes. After a moment, she raised her eyes again and looked directly at him.
"Yes, I pushed him." The voice was eerily calm.
Isn't this the answer he wanted to hear? Then she would grant their wish.
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