She scattered so dark brown powder into the bowl; the ordinary chicken soup instantly turned dark and murky, resembling the color of contraceptive soup.
Min Ning’s phoenix-like eyes widened slightly.
"The Prince still doesn’t know that the contraceptive soup she drank was actually just regular soup."
Zhu E shook the dicine bowl and then scattered another type of powder.
The entire bowl of dicinal soup transford dramatically, its sll becoming thick and pungent. Min Ning’s nose wrinkled slightly, but more than that, he was visibly astonished.
If such Illusion Techniques existed, even poison might be disguised as clear water...
Zhu E seed to pick up on sothing and smiled faintly:
"We Southern Border won just have a few more tricks up our sleeves. In fact, there is a way to guard against this—if you infuse True Qi and wait for half an incense stick’s ti, you can discern the truth. But the Prince has always trusted implicitly, so she hardly ever suspects ."
Min Ning clicked his tongue and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Qin Qingluo.
At this mont, Zhu E handed the bowl of dicinal soup to him and said softly:
"Since you currently look like , why not deliver it yourself?"
Min Ning was montarily taken aback before asking, "Why?"
"He’s bullying the Prince right now—surely you don’t want involved as well! That would be so shaful," Zhu E said, putting on a coquettish expression.
Upon hearing this, Min Ning’s face instantly turned red, and his heart grew agitated. He certainly wasn’t about to let Chen Yi get away with this.
So, he nodded, took the dicine bowl, lifted the curtain, and walked out.
Zhu E paused for a mont, muttering to herself:
"Is this really the right thing?"
She didn’t know.
Handing the dicinal soup to Min Ning wasn’t a spontaneous decision.
Since obtaining the mysterious prophecy from the Taoist nun, Zhu E had been deeply unsettled. Feeling unable to find peace, she perford Divination to seek guidance from the spirits.
Through Divination, she learned that Min Ning would co, disguised as her. Only by giving the dicinal soup to Min Ning would the best outco be achieved.
............
Inside the commander’s tent.
The official consort’s hairpin, despite Chen Yi’s words falling, did not falter in the slightest.
Amid the sharp screech, Qin Qingluo thrust the hairpin straight toward Chen Yi’s throat.
Bang! Crash.
In the fierce clash, the hairpin pierced through his palm. At the critical mont, Chen Yi raised his hand to shield his throat.
Qin Qingluo’s expression stiffened slightly.
Blood dripped from the palm along the hairpin, pooling on the damp bedding. Chen Yi’s face remained calm, as if such a minor wound was nothing worth ntioning.
"Qin Qingluo, do you still intend to kill ?" he asked mockingly.
"When the mont demands it, one must act decisively," the tall woman said tightly, gripping the hairpin with one hand and pressing downward. "If I don’t kill you today, it will be all the harder to kill you tomorrow."
Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed, reflecting a dangerous glint.
Qin Qingluo spoke slowly, as if stating a fact:
"There are masters in the military camp, including a puppet officer created through blood sacrifice, which feels neither pain nor life nor death—its strength is equivalent to Martial Arts Third Rank. Such a being is enough to end you."
Chen Yi remained noncommittal.
Her hand kept applying pressure, the hairpin inching closer to Chen Yi’s throat:
"The many chances I had to kill you were missed only because I worried Aunt Zhu would follow you in death. But now, as she is pregnant, she will likely leave behind this posthumous child. With that in mind, I must... thank you."
The feminine Prince abruptly emphasized the last three words with bitterness.
Chen Yi gazed at her calmly before continuing:
"Then why don’t you bring that puppet officer here right now? On your own, you cannot kill ."
"I don’t want to alarm Aunt Zhu," Qin Qingluo replied smoothly.
"If you are willing to embrace death now, I’ll ensure you receive an honorable burial."
Chen Yi remained silent.
Qin Qingluo let out a scornful laugh, her eyes flashing with ferocity.
She seed unbothered by the fact that she was without a shred of clothing. Raising her left hand, she threw a punch forward.
Chen Yi’s body sank abruptly, causing the bed fra beneath him to collapse noisily under the impact.
The scrap of paper inscribed with the prophecy fluttered in the air before landing on the ground.
Qin Qingluo’s body was jolted backward by the counterforce of her strike, the official consort’s hairpin now soaked in blood as she kept her intense gaze forward.
She was about to retreat further to summon the puppet officer.
Yet amidst the smoke and dust, Chen Yi’s voice rose steadily:
"Fine. I’ll let you try and kill now."
Qin Qingluo’s footsteps halted, her expression unreadable as she stared at him.
Chen Yi had already pulled out a chair and leisurely seated himself.
Qin Qingluo narrowed her snake-like eyes and fixed her gaze on him.
"Why stare? You’ve already ridden before," Chen Yi said with a sly smile.
Qin Qingluo did not flinch like so innocent girl; instead, she sneered and retorted:
"You’re truly willing to let kill you?"
"Miss this opportunity, and there might not be another," Chen Yi replied without missing a beat. "But take your ti—I’d like to chat with you for a while."
Qin Qingluo’s gaze didn’t waver. Keeping her composure, she replied indifferently:
"Seal your acupuncture points first."
Such words sounded absurdly fantastical!
It was akin to asking a lamb to slice itself up and throw itself into the pot.
If she hadn’t been unable to discern why he had suddenly changed his attitude, she wouldn’t have made such a request.
But once he sealed his own acupuncture points, it wouldn’t matter what she couldn’t comprehend—it would all end with a hairpin to the throat.
Killing soone was simple; it didn’t require understanding their depths or knowing their past or old scars.
Qin Qingluo remained vigilant, watching Chen Yi closely lest he suddenly strike. She feigned composure as she pulled down a robe from the wall and wrapped it around herself.
Yet, upon hearing her demand, Chen Yi raised his hand without hesitation, his fingers swiftly pressing several key acupuncture points. Monts later, his entire body froze in place, immobile.
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