Chapter 8: The Queen Poisons

Su Jingyao was half lying on the beauty couch, her delicate figure slightly tilted, like a beautiful arc.

She gently held a chess manual in her hand, her beautiful eyes staring at the pages intently. There was a gleam in her eyes, and she was determined to penetrate all the mysteries in it. She would not let Jun Zechen win so easily. She was determined to win this game.

Jun Zechen has been extremely intelligent since he was young, and he thinks that his talent is far superior to other princes, but he actually lost to her in chess.

Of course, a woman cannot always be weak. She wants Jun Zechen to always have the desire to conquer her in his heart, so she will not let him win easily.

The corners of Su Jingyao's mouth slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible sly smile.

Miaoyun, sitting on a low stool, kneaded Su Jingyao's thighs gently and deftly with moderate strength.

She asked softly, "Master, His Highness will come to Xiyan Palace every few days. Your relationship with His Highness seems to have improved a lot." Her voice was gentle, with a hint of curiosity in her tone.

After Su Jingyao heard this, the curve of her lips became more obvious, revealing a faint smile. She nodded slightly, but a subtle deep meaning flashed in her eyes.

For her, it's far from enough.

Miaoxia leaned forward slightly and asked, "Master, the Queen summoned you to Kunning Palace yesterday and asked you to hand over the bloody handkerchief to Aunt Jinhua. It's obvious that she doesn't believe your words to protect the Crown Prince."

Su Jingyao's tone remained calm, as if she had expected all this: "I have already protected the prince. As for whether the queen believes it or not, it has nothing to do with me."

Having said that, she flicked her hair gently, her movements gracefully and naturally.

She had put on a good show in front of the Queen yesterday, saying all the good things about the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess. If the Queen believed it, how would she continue with her performance?

Jun Zechen came to Xiyan Palace every day just for fun, although sometimes Su Jingyao could catch his inner fluctuations.

After all, Jun Zechen's eyes sometimes flashed with admiration, and sometimes with a bit of struggle. Su Jingyao saw it all, but just pretended to know nothing.

However, Jun Zechen at this time did have his own principles. He had promised not to touch her, so he naturally would not touch her.

Still need a step down.

Look, the queen has already set up the ladder.

Su Jingyao opened her red lips softly: "Has Your Highness been invited to Kunning Palace by the Queen today?" She asked in a soft and casual voice.

"After His Highness finished handling state affairs today, the Empress invited His Highness to Kunning Palace, and he has not returned yet."

A cunning gleam flashed in Su Jingyao's beautiful eyes.

I really hope that the Queen can give her a surprise.

Night falls quietly and the cold moon hangs high in the sky.

Aunt Jinhua carefully supported the Crown Prince, who was shaky and having difficulty standing, and came to Xiyan Palace.

Su Jingyao, who had just finished bathing, was wearing a tight-fitting bright red chiffon skirt, and her pretty face was full of surprise.

"Aunt, what's wrong with His Highness?" There was a hint of anxiety in her voice.

A barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across Aunt Jinhua's face, but she quickly regained her composure.

She said softly, "Today, the Queen Mother invited Your Highness to taste the Prajna wine that was newly introduced from foreign countries. Your Highness drank a few more cups and may be a little drunk. Please wait on Concubine Su. Thank you for your hard work."

After Su Jingyao responded humbly, she quickly stepped forward and took Jun Zechen from Aunt Jinhua.

She supported him carefully and walked towards the bedroom with slightly slow steps.

After entering the bedroom, Su Jingyao gently placed Jun Zechen on the bed and stared into his tightly closed eyes, feeling a little doubtful.

She leaned in closer and sniffed carefully, but could not detect the slightest smell of alcohol on him.

Oh, as expected, how could he be drunk?

Presumably the Queen used other means. Her only purpose was to make Jun Zechen consummate his marriage with her, so it was naturally impossible for her to let Jun Zechen get drunk or even unconscious.

Su Jingyao thought thoughtfully.

Afterwards, she calmly ordered, "Miaoyun, Miaoxue, help His Highness wash up."

After Miaoyun and Miaoxue had taken care of Jun Zechen, Su Jingyao slowly stood up and walked to the outer hall.

"Miaoyun, when you hear His Highness wake up, go tell the Crown Princess that His Highness drank with the Empress today and got drunk, and ask the Crown Princess to come and take His Highness to Qiluan Palace in person."

Miaoyun heard this and showed a puzzled expression on her face. She asked softly, "Master, why did you invite the Crown Princess? Didn't the Queen send His Highness to Xiyan Palace to create an opportunity for you?"

Su Jingyao smiled slightly, her smile revealing some wisdom and deep meaning. She explained softly: "Miaoyun, only by casting a long line can you catch a big fish. Just do as I say."

"Yes, master." Miaoxue replied respectfully.

After Su Jingyao finished giving the instructions, she slowly returned to the bedroom.

She sat on the head of the bed with a graceful posture, her legs crossed, and she leaned on her side, her delicate body leaning softly against the headboard. Her beautiful eyes were like autumn water, flowing and looking at Jun Zechen wantonly.

As expected, as she expected, Jun Zechen's face gradually flushed, and his hands began to tear off his outer robe unconsciously.

It seems that the drug has taken effect. She is worthy of being the queen and a master of palace fighting. She can even get such a powerful aphrodisiac.

Jun Zechen suddenly opened his eyes, the heat in his body was like a surging wave, madly eroding his sanity.

He never imagined that his mother would plot against him in this way!

Jun Zechen's eyes were as cold as ice, and he stared at Su Jingyao, who was so close to him, like a hawk. He even began to doubt whether she was in cahoots with the queen mother.

"Your Highness, are you awake?" Su Jingyao asked softly with a look of surprise on her face when she saw him wake up.

"Why am I here?"

Jun Zechen's voice was low, like the water in a cold pond, icy cold to the bone.

"It was Aunt Jinhua who brought His Highness here."

Su Jingyao looked at his terrifying eyes, and a trace of panic involuntarily appeared on her pretty face.

Jun Zechen frowned, his heart in a mess, not knowing whether he should believe her.

He secretly used his inner strength to suppress the restlessness that was rising like a wild horse. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turned slightly white due to the force, and his eyes became more sinister and terrifying.

"Pour me a cup of tea."

Su Jingyao stood up in a hurry, her steps a little unsteady, and hurriedly poured a cup of tea, then carefully carried it and handed it to Jun Zechen.

Jun Zechen leaned against the head of the bed, took the tea, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

He closed his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and his breathing became more rapid.

The cold tea was like a drop in the bucket, completely unable to extinguish the burning heat in his body.

He just felt as if he was surrounded by an unknown fire, wanting to vent but having nowhere to release it.

The subtle fragrance emanating from Su Jingyao lingered around him like a wisp of smoke, appearing and disappearing, stirring his heart.

The anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt. Even though he knew that Su Jingyao might not be aware of his mother's actions, his anger was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and he could not control himself and burst out towards her.

Jun Zechen suddenly turned over and pressed Su Jingyao under him with his strong body. His gloomy eyes were like the sky before a storm, depressing and terrifying, and he stared at her intently.

"Are you very proud? Do you want me to touch you? Did you team up with my mother to drug me?"

Facing Jun Zechen's questioning, Su Jingyao's eyes widened in astonishment, and then a layer of mist quickly filled her eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly and tilted her head to one side.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito, yet clearly audible: "I have never done anything to plot against Your Highness."

Jun Zechen exuded a cold aura. He used his arms to forcefully straighten her head. His eyes were as hot as fire, burning with endless desire, and he locked his eyes with hers tightly.

He said coldly, "I will fulfill your wish tonight and consummate our marriage. How about that?"

The voice was cold, without any emotion.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed the woman's delicate lips fiercely.

Su Jingyao was caught off guard and was stunned for a moment by the sudden attack, her beautiful eyes widened and her face was full of shock.

But after only a moment, she came to her senses and hurriedly used both hands to try to push away his broad and solid chest, but her efforts were like an ant trying to shake a tree.

A man's strength is inherently indestructible, especially now that he's been drugged.

The uncontrollable anger raged between her lips and teeth, as if he wanted to conquer her completely. Jun Zechen had never thought that the lips of a young girl would be so soft and sweet.

His mind became increasingly blurry, his rationality was devoured, and his eyes became increasingly blurred, as if they had lost focus.

Su Jingyao's watery gaze moved slightly upwards, just in time to catch a glimpse of a figure outside the bedroom door.

It's finally here.

She raised her red lips slightly, as if she had a plan in mind.

Then, her struggle became more intense, and a barely perceptible light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She called out in a coquettish voice: "Your Highness...Your Highness, you are drunk. I am Su Jingyao, not your sister. Your Highness, please let me go, Your Highness..."

There was a hint of crying and grievance in her voice.

Jun Zechen had been drugged and had no idea why the person who had just been submissive was now resisting even more fiercely.

In order to prevent her from continuing to struggle, he used one hand to domineeringly hold the woman's struggling little hands tightly together, making her unable to move.

A deep voice rang in her ears: "I am not drunk, I am sober, you are Yaoyao, my concubine!"

Su Jingyao raised her eyebrows slightly. After this man was confused, he actually called her Yaoyao. Did he have some plans for her?

That's really funny.

She instantly put on an innocent look and spoke softly.

"No, Your Highness is my sister's husband. Since I entered the East Palace, I have received your care and companionship. I am grateful to you and I do not want to do anything to hurt you."

"I have sent someone to invite my sister, she will be here soon, Your Highness, please don't be like this... let me go..."

Su Jingyao said words of refusal, but her delicate figure was struggling, and her panicked look made people want to pity her even more.

At this moment, Jun Zechen had no idea what the woman was saying.

He only knew that Su Jingyao in front of him was trying her best to reject him, but now she attracted him deeply, and her voice was filled with irrepressible eagerness.

"I am the prince, and you are my woman. What qualifications do you have to reject me?"

Ling Yue could no longer stay outside the bedroom. Her body was trembling slightly, like a flower swaying in the wind, which might wither at any time.

This is what Jun Zechen told her, coming to Xiyan Palace every day is just a show?

Is this the husband who always said he loved her and promised to be with her forever?

She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with despair and pain, and crystal tears slowly slid down her pale cheeks.

Ah Ze, has he already liked Su Jingyao?

Ling Yue clenched his hands into fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he seemed to feel no pain.

Then she turned around slowly, her steps staggering as if she had lost all her strength.

Su Jingyao felt that the people outside the hall had left, so she simply stopped pretending.

Her body trembled involuntarily under the dog man's kiss.

She was used to eating delicious food in modern times, but in ancient times, she was still a pure and flawless virgin.

Although I have some dreams about sex, today is not the right time.

After more than ten years, she had almost forgotten some of the plots of the book and could only roughly remember the direction of the story.

The Queen gave Jun Zechen drugs and he was sent to Xiyan Palace. Everything that happened today made the dusty memories in her mind gradually clear up.

In the book, Jun Zechen consummated his marriage with the original owner after drugging her. When he woke up the next day, he did not treat the original owner well at all. He even thought that she was scheming and definitely not a good person.

Although it was the Queen who initiated the drugging, the Prince and the Queen had a deep bond.

Naturally, he would not blame his mother at all, but the original owner's fate was not so fortunate.

Before consummating the marriage, the original owner could still live quietly in the East Palace.

After the marriage was consummated, the prince's obvious dislike for her spread quickly throughout the palace.

The original owner not only suffered from the plight of food being withheld, but even the charcoal fire for heating in winter was withheld.

He even cut off the original owner's connection with the Shangshu Mansion. Jun Zechen's character of wanting someone to live when he loves them and wanting someone to die when he hates them was fully displayed.

Jun Zechen would never tolerate himself being schemed against by the women in the harem.

Just as Su Jingyao's thoughts were drifting away, Jun Zechen seemed to have keenly sensed her restlessness, and with a hint of punishment, he wanted to go a step further.

However, because Su Jingyao stopped resisting, Jun Zechen's strength involuntarily relaxed a little.

Su Jingyao seized the opportunity and slipped out from under him as nimbly as a cat. Then she turned over quickly and got out of bed steadily.

She casually brushed away her messy clothes, then softly called Miaoyun into the room.

"Master, are you really determined to use 'Bai Du Qing' on His Highness? This is something that Madam spared no expense to obtain from the female healer specifically for you."

"This 'Bai Du Qing' can eliminate most of the toxins on the market. Your Highness was just poisoned by the aphrodisiac this time. Master, why don't you take advantage of this opportunity..."

Su Jingyao interrupted Miaoyun, "Give me the antidote, I know what's going on, you can get out now."

There was no trace of emotion on her face, and her tone was calm and firm.

"Yes, Master."

Miaoyun knew that her master had been smart since childhood, so she would not persuade her master too much once he had made a decision.

Su Jingyao calmly took the pill out of the medicine bottle, then put it into Jun Zechen's mouth, gently lifted his head, and slowly poured in a glass of water.

The effect of the pill gradually took effect in Jun Zechen's body, and the originally intense blush on his face slowly receded like a tide.

Su Jingyao stared quietly at Jun Zechen who had fallen into a deep sleep. The corners of her mouth involuntarily curled downwards slightly, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.

Humph, this abominable man must return the money to her sooner or later, although one hundred gold coins is really not a lot of money to her.

Su Jingyao is not short of money, not only because she is the daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, but also because of her own plan.

How could she, an ambitious modern person who had lived in ancient times for fifteen years, easily entrust her fate entirely to her family?

Among the aristocratic families in the capital, many people know that the eldest daughter of the Su family is extremely kind-hearted.

Of course it was because whenever the country encountered natural disasters or man-made disasters, she, Su Jingyao, was always the one who silently donated money.

Not only that, she would also personally select the site and organize manpower to build comfortable houses for the disaster victims.

And all she did was done in a very low-key and covert manner.

She walked a fine line, not letting high-ranking officials at court think she was being too high-profile, but also ensuring that her good deeds would be known if anyone looked closely.

Her image among the various aristocratic families in the capital is naturally that of a daughter of the Su family who is as quiet as a chrysanthemum, does not pursue fame or wealth, and only seeks to be open and peaceful in her heart.

But how could Su Jingyao be a kind-hearted person? She did everything only for her own benefit.

Her most important goal is to train her own people, to select some smart and capable children from the disaster victims, and to train them to work for her.

Her parents were unaware of this matter, but her brother Su Jingxuan knew a little about it. However, he actually didn't know what industries Su Jingyao owned. Sometimes when Su Jingyao was not convenient to come forward, Su Jingxuan would handle it on her behalf.

Su Jingyao's most profitable industry at present is to provide the most luxurious care services for the young ladies of various aristocratic families.

Women's money is the easiest to make. As a woman herself, she naturally knows the appeal of the bottles and jars on her dressing table to women.

Retracting her thoughts, Su Jingyao's eyes fell on the man lying on the bed.

Then she bent down slightly and gently took off the man's already messy clothes piece by piece.

After finishing, she calmly took off her clothes, leaving only her underwear, then lifted the quilt and lay down lightly.

She slowly leaned her head on the man's solid chest, like a well-behaved cat, closed her eyes gently, and rested peacefully.

I am really looking forward to the expression on Jun Zechen's face when he wakes up tomorrow morning.