"What are you laughing at?" Tie Rumeng asked Yuan Doudou with a gloomy face.
The woman had an oval face, delicate eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a graceful demeanor, red lips and white teeth, and shallow dimples.
Is she the wife An Rong has been longing for? She's just average-looking.
As for her figure, she stared at Yuan Doudou's bulging breasts and thought of her own, comparing them to a mountain and a plain.
Her mother once told her that men all like women with flesh.
She didn't think much of it at the time, but now that they've compared, she's better than Yuan Doudou in every way except for her smaller breasts.
Unexpectedly, An Rong is just an ordinary person.
But it doesn't matter. He poisoned himself, so even if he likes Yuan Doudou, it's useless. In the end, he still has to give in to himself.
Yuan Doudou was struggling with her decision when she was suddenly called out, and she immediately became serious.
“Girl, in broad daylight, you flirted with my husband right in front of me. I found it funny, so I laughed.” After saying this, she smiled charmingly, her beauty radiant.
Passersby stopped in their tracks, and the monotonous life finally became interesting.
What could be more dramatic than a love triangle between a man and a woman?
The answer is no.
Readers and viewers love this genre.
Tie Rumeng's face turned green. She glanced around and realized this was not the time to cause trouble. Gritting her teeth, she said fiercely, "Don't be so smug. You'll regret this."
In a few days, An Rong will kneel down and beg her; she just needs to sit in the mansion and wait.
Watching the carriage slink away, Yuan Doudou couldn't help but stick out her tongue and snort, "Who's afraid of who?"
An Rong's lips twitched; his wife was quite formidable.
In the past, when she spoke to strangers, she dared not raise her head and spoke very softly.
He's a completely different person now, standing tall and speaking with a strong, resonant voice.
"Husband, I'm tired. Can I sit down and rest for a while?" Yuan Doudou was too tired to walk anymore. The scorching sun made her dizzy.
An Rong nodded in agreement, and the two walked to a tea stall by the roadside and found a seat.
Yuan Doudou ordered two bowls of tea, but it turned out to be just plain water.
In the sweltering summer, there was no ice water to drink; all we could get was a bowl of cold boiled water that cost a penny.
She took a sip, looking aggrieved.
What do you mean by "since we're here, let's make the best of it"? I can't do that.
How can I get back?
An Rong noticed her furrowed brows and guessed that Yuan Doudou was troubled by what had just happened.
Perhaps he should tell the truth.
What would it change if he spoke out? An Rong was caught in a dilemma.
The two people, one sighing and the other in a dilemma, each with their own worries.
I could hear the sound of casual conversation nearby.
"Hey, have you heard? Princess Lin'an has fallen for a married man." The person drinking tea started the conversation well, attracting a crowd to gather around.
"Stop bragging. Princess Lin'an is an outstanding woman with unparalleled beauty and a distinguished family background. How could she possibly fall for a married man?"
That's often the case; as soon as gossip comes out, there will always be people who question it.
"Fine, don't believe me then. I've also heard that the man didn't even fancy the princess. Guess what?"
"What's wrong?" Yuan Doudou asked, pricking up her ears from behind.
"In order to keep the man, the princess imprisoned him and beat him, but nothing worked. In the end, she had no choice but to poison him."
These words caused a huge uproar, but not daring to be too conspicuous, everyone covered their mouths.
Fearing that the princess would find out, he was arrested, had his tongue cut out, and exiled to the frontier to be enslaved.
"Poisoned? Is the person dead or not?" Everyone who heard this felt their scalp tingle. The ruthless Princess of Lin'an was known to all.
"What are you thinking? How could the princess bear to part with her?" the person who spoke scoffed.
"What kind of poison is it that won't kill you if you eat it?" someone asked curiously.
The gossips, with their heads held low and their voices hushed, said, "I've heard it's a long-lost love potion."
"Love Poison? Never heard of it." Love can be made into poison?
"You are all so ignorant," he said smugly.
He learned all of this from others; otherwise, he wouldn't have known what love poison was.
"So-called love poison is something that makes people fall in love. When love gets deep, what will you do?" He raised an eyebrow, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.
Everyone looked at each other, their ears turning red.
What else can we do? Just keep making it like this, and keep making it like this.
"Haha, judging from your expressions, you all seem to know."
"Did the Princess of Lin'an succeed?" someone asked.
They despised the princess even more in their hearts, seeing her as a virtuous and elegant woman on the surface, but secretly a wanton woman.
"I don't know about that." The person who spoke tossed down his teacup and left with a flourish.
"What kind of person is this, only saying half of what they mean?" The listener flicked his sleeves and left disappointed.
Yuan Doudou, who had been listening intently, cursed inwardly for only speaking halfway through her sentence, only to be bitten by a dog when she went out.
Several barks of dogs were heard not far away, followed by a man's scream.
"You've rested enough, let's go." Yuan Doudou paid for the tea and helped An Rong to her feet.
An Rong noticed that her expression was gloomy. Was it because of what she had just said?
From the moment they started talking, An Rong knew they were talking about him.
But this is a taboo subject, so why did it get into the ears of outsiders?
They even told it to strangers, like it was a storybook.
Clearly, they came for him.
He thought of one person: Li Tianlang.
As Li Tianlang left the clinic, his eyes were filled with jealousy.
He finally made his move.
They got into the carriage, and Yuan Doudou rested her chin on her hand, looking outside.
She frowned slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
Soon after, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red.
She slapped her face hard, muttering, "Yuan Doudou, what are you thinking about?"
The scenario that person just described perfectly matches An Rong's.
Princess Lin'an is very likely the woman in the carriage.
Her appearance is also fitting; she is stunningly beautiful.
The way she looked at An Rong was full of possessiveness.
So she was the one who administered that love poison?
She suddenly became curious about how the love poison was administered—was it taken as a pill, or through some other means?
Thinking of this, she looked at An Rong with a blank expression.
If I ask him directly, will he tell me?
Why.
A troublesome person.
Suddenly she went from being a widow to a married woman, and before she could even rejoice, she was poisoned and on the verge of death, also suffering from a mysterious love poison.
The key issue is that the person who poisoned her was some old princess; she was just a peasant girl and had no chance against her.
My life is too bitter.
If God gave her another chance, she would never stay up all night writing her thesis again.
This ridiculous time-travel story is for whoever wants to go through it; she's definitely not going to.
His brows were furrowed with resentment, and even his eyes were fierce.
An Rong was puzzled. Was she angry?
Her brows furrowed into small hills, and her pink lips pouted, making her look both delicate and fierce.
His heart softened, like the flowers of April.
Hiding it from her was not his intention; he hoped she would understand after he left.
The truth is often hurtful.
The carriage slowed down and stopped at the entrance of the village.
The driver called out, "DouDou, get off the carriage!"
Yuan Doudou shook her head, shaking away the negative emotions in her mind.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
