Chapter 10 Contract
Dragon's beard grass.
These three words were like a flash of lightning.
It instantly illuminated all the vague clues in Ling Zixia's mind.
This peculiar companion herb was indeed recorded in my father’s medical records.
Its medicinal properties are completely opposite to those of Gentiana scabra.
Gentiana scabra is a very yang and strong life-saving medicine.
However, dragon beard grass is a chronic poison that is extremely yin and cold.
Long-term exposure to this grass.
It will cause people to lose their qi and blood without realizing it.
Eventually, the oil ran out and the lamp died.
The symptoms are no different from those of ordinary serious illnesses.
Zhao Wenxuan placed a highly poisonous plant in her room.
But he used the name of Gentiana resurrection grass to confuse her.
What exactly is his purpose?
It was to use this herb to slowly poison her to death.
Or say.
The grass itself is a bait.
A deadly trap to test whether she recognizes it.
A huge wave surged in Ling Zixia's heart.
Her face remained calm.
She released the steel needle that was against Xiao Cui's neck.
The sudden pressure disappeared.
Xiao Cui felt like she had fallen into a deeper ice cellar.
She looked into Ling Zixia's bottomless eyes.
For the first time, I felt what true fear was.
This woman knows too much.
So many that even she, a rigorously trained assassin, trembled.
"It seems you know a lot."
Ling Zixia stood up slowly.
She threw the non-toxic steel needle on the ground.
"Then you must also know the conditions for the growth of dragon beard grass."
Xiao Cui's body was shaking violently.
Of course she knows.
That person mentioned it once.
The growth of dragon beard grass requires a special kind of "nutrients".
That is the rotten rhizome of the water lily after it died.
And...watered with human blood for years.
This Feiyan Pavilion.
What exactly happened?
"It seems you do know."
Ling Zixia understood everything from her expression.
"very good."
She walked up to Xiao Cui.
Reached out a hand.
"Get up."
Her voice was flat.
Xiao Cui seemed to have heard some pardon order.
She used her hands and feet to get up from the ground.
She lowered her head.
I didn't even dare to breathe.
There was no trace of the ferocity he had shown in the assassination just now.
"The scent sachet you're wearing is very unique."
Ling Zixia suddenly spoke.
Her eyes fell on a lavender sachet hanging around Xiao Cui's waist.
The sachet was embroidered with a few delicate orchids using silver thread.
Xiao Cui's body stiffened.
He quickly reached out and took off the sachet.
"If you like it, you can take it."
She held the sachet high with both hands.
The attitude is extremely humble.
Ling Zixia didn't answer it immediately.
She just asked calmly.
"What spices are in it?"
"To answer...to answer the girl, it is lavender that calms the mind."
Xiao Cui answered stutteringly.
"I dried it myself and put it in."
Ling Zi...Xia then stretched out her hand.
She took the small sachet.
She brought the sachet to her nose and sniffed it gently.
A refreshing scent of lavender wafted in the air.
It is indeed a calming spice that is as ordinary as it can be.
“Good craftsmanship.”
Ling Zixia commented.
Her fingers gently stroked the delicate embroidery of the sachet.
It seems like he is admiring the patterns on it.
In fact, an invisible force has quietly entered the sachet.
The dried lavender petals in the sachet.
Its originally mild tranquilizing properties were completely reversed in an instant.
They became a new kind of chronic poison that belonged only to Ling Zixia.
This poison is colorless and odorless.
It won't happen immediately.
It will penetrate the wearer's skin and breath little by little along with the fragrance.
Slowly eroding people's sanity.
Seven days later.
The victim will begin to hallucinate.
Eventually, they will go insane and die in an endless nightmare.
This kind of poison.
She is the only one in the world who can solve it.
“I like this sachet very much.”
Ling Zixia took out the sachet that had turned into a deadly poison.
He handed it back to Xiao Cui.
"You keep wearing it."
Xiao Cui was stunned.
She didn't understand what this new master meant.
She could only take the sachet blankly.
"Why, you don't want to?"
A hint of coldness flashed in Ling Zixia's eyes.
“No…I dare not!”
Xiao Cui shuddered with fear.
He quickly hung the sachet back around his waist.
"From today on, you are mine."
Ling Zixia said in a tone that brooked no argument.
"What you have to do is simple."
"Go back to Zhao Wenxuan."
"Tell him I'm just an ordinary woman who's lucky and a little sickly."
"Tell him that all your attempts have failed."
Xiao Cui raised her head.
Her eyes were filled with fear.
"Young Master...Young Master won't believe it."
"He'll kill me."
"He won't."
Ling Zixia's tone was extremely firm.
"Because he still needs you to keep watching me."
"A chess piece that has failed once makes him feel more at ease than a new one."
Xiao Cui looked at her blankly.
She found herself completely unable to refute.
This woman's scheming.
Terribly deep.
"As for you."
Ling Zixia's eyes fell on the sachet around her waist.
"I have already changed the contents of this sachet."
“It’s a poison now.”
"Every seven days, you must come to me to get the antidote."
"Otherwise, you will know what it means to live a life worse than death."
Xiao Cui's body shook.
She seemed to have been drained of all her strength.
He slumped down to the ground.
She understood it completely.
She emerged from a cage.
Fell into another more terrifying cage.
She had no choice.
"Slave...slave...obey your command."
She squeezed out these words from between her teeth.
Her eyes were filled with despair.
"very good."
Ling Zixia nodded with satisfaction.
"Now, clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor."
"Then, like a real maid, go and get me a basin of hot water."
"Remember, from now on, you belong to Feiyan Pavilion."
Xiao Cui struggled to get up from the ground.
She was like a puppet with her soul taken away.
Silently cleaning up the mess on the ground.
Then.
She unlatched the door.
He walked out in a daze.
Silence returned to the room.
Ling Zixia walked to the table and sat down.
She picked up the copper hand warmer that Zhao Wenxuan had given her.
Feeling the warm feeling coming from inside, which had been transformed by her.
There was a cold, calculating glint in her eyes.
Zhao Wenxuan.
Li Ruolan.
Liu Yunyao.
And all the enemies hiding in the dark in this prime minister's mansion.
Your games.
It’s just the beginning.
She held the hand warmer in her arms.
Close your eyes and start to doze off.
She knows.
Everything that happened tonight.
It will soon reach Zhao Wenxuan's ears.
And he.
There will definitely be new reactions.
She just had to wait quietly.
Waiting for his next move.
really.
Not long after.
There was another sound of footsteps outside the courtyard gate.
This time the footsteps were steady and regular.
It’s not Xiao Cui who left and came back.
The footsteps stopped outside her door.
Immediately following.
There was a polite knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A strange, slightly older man's voice sounded outside the door.
The voice sounded like that of a steward.
"Miss Ling, are you asleep?"
Ling Zixia opened her eyes.
All the sharpness in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
She turned back into the timid, naive girl she was once again.
She walked to the door.
Open the door a crack.
A middle-aged man in a green steward's uniform stood outside the door.
The man looked respectful.
He bowed to her.
Behind the man.
There were also two servants carrying lanterns following them.
"I wonder what's the important matter that brings you here so late at night?"
Ling Zixia asked in a weak mosquito-like voice.
The steward raised his head.
With a professional and respectful smile on his face.
"Miss Ling, the eldest master wants to see you."
He turned sideways.
Made a "please" gesture.
"The Master is waiting for you in the study."
"He said he had something important to discuss with you."
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