Dong Guifei had experienced it personally and knew just how terrifying the potency of that dicine was. The incessant surge of its force was like relentless waves crashing, invading deep into the bone marrow. Without detoxification, it would soon result in the complete rupture of ridians, leading to a grueso death by internal explosion.
And being tornted by the Jade Spring Paste was even worse.
Dong Guifei still rembered that night—despite the piercing cold winds, the reverberating sounds of Buddhist chants filled the air endlessly, the boundless ocean of enlightennt stretching far, and the figure of Shariputra erging from the depths of the remote wilderness...
The one who had been watching the drama unfold trembled involuntarily.
Then,
continued watching the drama.
Yin Tingxue looked anxiously at Chen Yi. She leaned forward, clutching tightly at the hem of his robe. The veins in his arms had bulged out terrifyingly, making him look utterly alarming.
Lin Wanxiao, though confused, saw Chen Yi staring fixatedly at soone’s chest as if bewitched. With her perceptive mind, she quickly understood and flushed with embarrassnt, spitting out a rebuke.
Dong Gong Ruoshu, entirely bewildered, noticed Chen Yi’s shifting gaze. She foolishly kept moving to shield her chest back and forth.
Yin Weiyin turned his head, shouting angrily,
"You fox! Put that thing away! Can’t you see he’s under the influence of spring dicine?!"
Dong Gong Ruoshu, startled and slowly realizing, stood up in shock and exclaid,
"Spring dicine? Who administered it?"
The sudden question "Who administered it?" was like awakening people from a dream. The other won, except her, began to hastily ponder.
Before Chen Yi entered, everything about his behavior seed normal—it was clear he hadn’t been drugged before the private banquet.
During the banquet itself, Chen Yi never left his seat. Every move he made was under everyone’s watchful eyes.
Every dish served, every drink poured, was ticulously prepared and arranged by the palace...
In an instant, like a bolt from the blue, the few won seated at the table turned their heads in incredulous disbelief, looking up toward the top seat.
"Why is everyone staring at the Empress Dowager,"
Dong Gong Ruoshu furrowed her brows with confusion,
"Don’t tell the Empress Dowager did it?"
Her naive words dropped, making Yuan Chun Hall suddenly fall silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Seeing no response from the crowd, Dong Gong Ruoshu widened her eyes:
"Was it really the Empress Dowager?"
Even Miss Donggong fell silent after hearing this.
Up in the main seat, shadows from the mural of a battlefield cast heavy gloom. Within those phoenix-like eyes, surprise flickered before narrowing sharply.
There was poison in the wine...
But how could she not recall,
ever ordering anyone to tamper the wine?
Lady An tilted her chin upward, gazing pensively at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi seed on the verge of collapse, his face flushed red, hands and feet twitching uncontrollably.
The won, unaware of the full truth, began to harbor doubts against her after this sudden event.
And precisely because of these montary doubts, the escalating battlefield of contention gradually began to show signs of retreat.
No one was willing to take sides, so they simply chose not to take sides...
"Ah!"
With a sudden exclamation, Dong Gong Ruoshu fell into Chen Yi’s embrace. He held her tightly and declared with chivalrous righteousness:
"I’ve been poisoned, Miss Donggong, you must run. There’s no need to save !"
Sudden chaos erupted!
The won all snapped their heads back, each with a look of panic and alarm,
"I already said there’s no need to save , yet you all keep coming over—it’s truly noble of ," Chen Yi solemnly remarked, holding Dong Gong Ruoshu tightly.
Dong Gong Ruoshu struggled desperately, slapping Chen Yi on the shoulder and shouting,
"Let go! Let go! We haven’t married yet! We haven’t married yet!"
"Miss Donggong has shown such kindness that I cannot bear to let it go.
Marriage can wait; let’s consummate first... Alas, my apologies to Miss Donggong."
With a face full of remorse, Chen Yi turned to find Yin Weiyin frozen in place. Without hesitation, he reached out to embrace her too,
"You too! A double celebration!"
Yin Weiyin, caught off guard, was pulled into Chen Yi’s arms. She stared blankly for a mont, but then bit her lip without much resistance.
After all, she was already considered the first wife...
Chen Yi, holding both won, stood up. Dong Gong Ruoshu, seeing him walking while carrying her, turned red all the way to her neck:
"This is against propriety, against propriety! I-I’ll give you a hundred taels of silver; no need to give change!"
"Indeed, no need for change." Chen Yi’s eyes suddenly sparkled.
He didn’t care about her protests. Under the surging effects of the Jade Spring Paste, he turned his head, leaning in closer. Dong Gong Ruoshu hurriedly raised her hand to block him, holding off his face. Her entire body braced, but obviously couldn’t withstand much force—when her hand slipped away, Chen Yi kissed her squarely.
Dong Gong Ruoshu’s fingertips turned pale, her lips glued to his for several monts before she hastily tried to bite him, but missed.
Frantically, she cried out:
"I’m not going to be your main wife, I’m not going to be your main wife! I won’t marry into your household! Let go, let go, I want to call off the wedding!"
Dong Gong Ruoshu struggled with all her might, feeling endless regret at this mont.
She should never have co to Great Yu! She should never have fought over the position of main wife!
But it didn’t matter that she was only a re Sixth Rank martial artist, while Chen Yi was already Fourth Rank; even if in desperation she unleashed the Broken Swordsman’s Sword Intent, Chen Yi still could thwart her.
Unable to break free, she cried out toward the Empress Dowager:
"Your Majesty! Please co, pull him away, he’s bullying !"
Her panicked look made the seasoned female crown lift her delicate nose smugly, feeling inward satisfaction.
Yet just as she was reveling, Chen Yi fiercely gripped her waist, causing her to imdiately weaken, casting a fearful glance at his fiery red face.
She had already been tornted by his antics countless tis...
Now that he was under the influence of the Jade Spring Paste, how could she possibly endure this?
Yin Weiyin shuddered with goosebumps.
He usually caused enough trouble, exhausting her thoroughly, even forcing her to narrate her own plight in the manner of storytelling...
Despite Dong Gong Ruoshu’s frantic cries for help, the Empress Dowager remained calm and composed in the main seat, her deanor unchanging.
Under everyone’s gaze, Chen Yi, clutching the two won and declaring "double celebrations, both as main wives," stord toward the door.
Finally, escaping the battlefield of competing affections, as he stepped out, Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Night had deepened—the palace lanterns flickered intermittently, distant lights appeared hazy and blurred, illuminating a road fraught with passionate tension.
In the distance, sothing seed to be stirring—it looked like the figure of a person.
Carrying Dong Gong Ruoshu and Yin Weiyin, his blood surged under the influence of the Jade Spring Paste, his self-restraint dwindling further. As that silhouette approached, it seed to be a one-ard figure.
As he searched for any nearby dormitories, he cast a casual glance, then froze, and his body turned to stone.
"Master?! Why are you here too?!"
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