I traveled through time and space to become the mistress of a royal palace. My daily routine is to a

Yan Yu turned his head with difficulty and found Song Qingwan wearing a strange white dress and a mask on her mouth, looking at him.

"Don't worry, you're fine. You can get out in two days."

Yan Yu nodded. He had just woken up and was still very weak and didn't have much strength.

Song Qingwan came over and checked the healing of the wound, as well as the blood pressure and heartbeat, and everything was normal.

"It's okay. We can remove the oxygen masks tomorrow."

Yan Yuqun kept his eyes closed the whole time, feeling Song Qingwan's fingers touching his body, and his face turned red unconsciously.

Song Qingwan didn't notice these small details. She was only busy changing Yan Yu's medicine, and then returned to the table to write the next treatment process and dosage.

Yan Yu secretly opened his eyes, looked at Song Qingwan's serious profile, and then hurriedly retracted his gaze.

I cursed myself in my heart, Yan Yu, what are you thinking! She is A Jin's wife, how can you have a romantic relationship with her?

Three days later, Song Qingwan moved Yan Yu out of the space and placed him in the side room.

As soon as Zhao Huaijin received the news, he came over to ask Yan Yu about what happened that day. What exactly happened?

"That day, I rode my horse out of the city and into a forest when I was suddenly attacked by more than a dozen people, all of whom were highly skilled in martial arts."

"Then did you see clearly what those people looked like?"

"No, they were all wearing veils and black clothes, but..."

"But what?"

Zhao Huaijin looked at Yan Yu's furrowed brows and asked nervously.

"The martial arts styles of those people are very similar to those of the people I met on the way back to Beijing from Jiangnan last time. It can be said that they are exactly the same."

Song Qingwan and Zhao Huaijin looked at each other and saw from each other's eyes that it was indeed the case.

"Ayu, take a good rest and leave the rest to me."

"Ajin, does my mother know that I'm injured?"

"Don't worry, no one knows what happened to you here."

"That's good," Yan Yu felt relieved.

If Mrs. Yan knew that her precious son was injured so badly, she would be so scared that she would faint.

Zhao Huaijin and Song Qingwan came out of Yan Yu's room and came to the dungeon of the palace.

The black-clad assassin who was captured last time was still imprisoned here. Zhao Huaijin instructed his servants to treat him to good food and drink.

The man in black was nervous at first. He refused all the food brought by the servants and pretended not to hear any questions.

In the end, he couldn't stand the hunger anymore and only drank water and ate a small amount of food. As usual, he didn't say a word when interrogated.

"Oh, you seem quite comfortable."

The man in black glanced at Zhao Huaijin and Song Qingwan who came in and continued to pretend to be dead.

Zhao Huaijin was not annoyed. After all, this man could even endure punishment, so how could he answer just by saying a word?

"How long are you going to keep pretending to be dumb? For the rest of your life?"

"You have been here all this time, and your master knows that you are not dead. Do you think he will think that you have betrayed him?"

The man in black moved his body, opened his eyes, looked around, and then closed them again.

"Even if you keep silent, do you think your master will still trust you?"

The man in black suddenly opened his eyes wide and said a few words in a hoarse and unpleasant voice.

"You~Killed~Me!"

"Haha, you want to die? It's not that easy..."

Song Qingwan lost her patience. It was just interrogating a criminal. Was it necessary to spend so much time on it?

She pushed Zhao Huaijin away, walked up to the man in black and smiled mysteriously.

Then he took out a syringe, pulled the black-clothed man's arm and pushed the medicine into his body.

The man in black was horrified. He looked at Song Qingwan with horror and shook his arms vigorously.

"You~gave~me~poison!"

Song Qingwan curled her lips in disdain. If I were really going to die, how could I not be afraid?

It's just that this person guessed that Zhao Huaijin would not kill him, so he was not afraid of boiling water.

"Haha, it's not poison, it's a good thing."

Song Qingwan blinked mischievously. It would be pointless to use poison. This man really couldn't die. They still had to get the information about the assassin from him.

Zhao Huaijin was also very curious, what did Song Qingwan call him?

"Don't worry, within three days, he will take the initiative to ask you for help."

Who says Song Qingwan can only play ruthless? She can also be very civilized!

Song Qingwan had just injected the man in black with an overdose of addictive drugs. Some things can cure diseases in moderation, but in excess, they can become terrible drugs.

Once you are addicted, no matter how strong your will is, you have to obey.

With the dose Song Qingwan injected just now, the man in black would definitely not be able to last three days.

Sure enough, on the evening of the fourth day, Song Qingwan directed Zhao Huaijin to change Yan Yu's medicine, and the servant came hurriedly to report.

"My Lord, Princess, the man in black wants to see you two."

"Oh? So, are you going to recruit?"

"You'd better go and have a look."

The servant seemed to be frightened and his face looked very ugly.

Song Qingwan smiled calmly, waved her hand to let the servant go first, and then asked Zhao Huaijin to change the medicine first.

"Awan, maybe we're too late and the man in black has changed his mind?"

"Believe me, he won't. The later you go, the more he'll want to talk."

Zhao Huaijin changed the medicine and bandaged Yan Yu with doubt, then took Song Qingwan back into the dungeon.

When Zhao Huaijin saw the situation of the man in black clearly, he was shocked. The man in black was curled up on the ground in a strange posture, his facial features were almost distorted, and he kept crying for help.

"Awan, what...what's going on?"

Song Qingwan didn't answer him. She walked straight to the man in black and squatted down, admiring his miserable appearance with a smile on her face.

"How is it? Is it comfortable?"

"Please, give me the antidote!"

"Okay, but do you want to tell me? There is no such thing as free food in the world. If you don't tell me, it will be hard for me to agree to your request."

At this moment, a struggle appeared in the black-clothed man's eyes. He wanted to hold on, but suddenly he felt uncomfortable again, as if ten thousand bugs were crawling and biting him in his body.

"I~tell you!"

Song Qingwan and Zhao Huaijin smiled at each other and finally pried it open!

Song Qingwan immediately gave him another injection of medicine, temporarily stopping the pain of the man in black.

"Don't think about regretting it. This is just a temporary relief. If you dare to play tricks, I can make you feel even worse."

The man in black lay on the ground, looked at Song Qingwan with lifeless eyes, and nodded.

He had never felt so uncomfortable in the past few days. When the pain attacked, he would rather die than live. He had received a lot of inhuman training in the past, and pain was already commonplace for him.

But ever since he was given an injection by Song Qingwan, he felt so painful every day that it felt like all his bones were broken, and countless bugs were gnawing at him inside his body.

He endured this for three days, but he couldn't take it anymore. Most importantly, he couldn't even commit suicide here.

Then he realized that if he didn't tell Zhao Huaijin what he wanted to know, even death would be a luxury.