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"After being taught a lesson by the Regent today, Young Prince, don't you know to keep a distance from unmarried women?" Xi Jiangyue frowned and looked at Bei Yingchen with a hint of displeasure in her eyes.

Bei Yingchen was a little surprised: "How do you know that my father taught me a lesson?"

"The Regent has always been wise. When he found out about your reckless behavior, he would lock the door and teach the little prince a lesson. This matter is known to everyone and is not uncommon." Xi Jiangyue said as a matter of course.

"Princess Thirteen, you are indeed different from other women." Bei Yingchen's eyes lit up, and then he bowed formally and said seriously: "I was disrespectful in the past, and I hope Princess Thirteen will forgive me."

"Puchi..." Xi Jiangyue couldn't help laughing, but then she quickly held it back and pretended nothing had happened.

"Thank you, Lord God of the Country, for rescuing me just now." Xi Jiangyue did not forget to find Yi Qianhuan to thank him as soon as possible.

Yi Qianhuan raised his glass to indicate, "The young prince is not a bad person by nature. Since he has agreed to this marriage, he will definitely treat you well in the future."

In fact, she had long known that Bei Yingchen's feelings for her were not actually love, but pure admiration.

It is said that those involved in the matter are often confused, while those who are not involved can see things clearly. When she saw Bei Yingchen sitting blankly in the carriage yesterday, she could actually tell that he was moved.

Facts have proved that when Bei Yingchen likes a woman, he will try his best to protect and take care of her.

Even though there are too many complexities behind their marriage, as long as they care about each other, who can guarantee that they will not have a good life in the future?

At least, she was optimistic about them.

After drinking the wine in the glass with a smile, Yi Qianhuan suddenly felt a sense of panic coming over him.

It was as if an invisible giant hand had pinched her heart and was crushing it hard. Yi Qianhuan's whole body stiffened and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood she vomited was black, clearly she was poisoned.

But how is this possible?

She has always been good at using poison. Ordinary poisons cannot be hidden from her eyes at all. She will never fall into the trap easily!

Yi Qianhuan raised his hand tremblingly and saw the mark of curse appear on his palm.

In an instant, she understood.

She was not poisoned, but the curse in her body was activated unexpectedly.

"Your Majesty the God of the Nation!" Xi Jiangyue rushed forward regardless of everything and supported the crumbling Yi Qianhuan.

"No...!" Yi Qianhuan subconsciously wanted to push Xi Jiangyue away.

She had been suppressing the curse in her body before. If the curse had not been deliberately stimulated by someone, it would have been impossible for it to suddenly erupt!

Thinking of this, Yi Qianhuan looked at Bei Yunting who was sitting on the dragon throne.

Bei Yunting looked at Yi Qianhuan with a half-smile, raised the wine glass in his hand to her and drank it all in one gulp.

It's him! It's Bei Yunting!

It was clear that Bei Yunting would not simply activate the curse in his body, and Yi Qianhuan knew that he would definitely have another move.

Everything went dark before her eyes and Yi Qianhuan was unable to utter a word. She could only watch Ji Chilian rushing towards her.

Behind Ji Chilian, there are Bei Zhanye, Shangguan Fu, Bei Yingchen, Shen Yanqing, Shen Tianqi, Shen Yaosi...

who is it?

Who is Bei Yunting’s real target?

All of Yi Qianhuan's rationality was shattered and she couldn't think of an answer!

"Lord God of the Country, what's wrong with you!" Xi Jiangyue's eyes turned red with anxiety, and she hugged Yi Qianhuan tightly in her arms.

Yi Qianhuan suddenly realized something and pushed Xi Jiangyue away.

"Princess Thirteen intends to poison the national god! Capture her immediately!"

Hearing Bei Yunting's cold sneer, Yi Qianhuan was tortured to the point of being completely exhausted.

Damn, she was still a step late!

"Huan'er!" Holding the unconscious Yi Qianhuan, Ji Chilian felt her breath and heartbeat weakening little by little.

She is going to die.

Such a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and for the first time Ji Chilian felt his mind go blank.

He kissed Yi Qianhuan's lips completely out of instinct.

There were bursts of exclamations coming from all around. Ji Chilian bit his tongue and transferred the blood into Yi Qianhuan's mouth.

Since he is the chosen one, and since his existence can help Huan'er change his destiny.

Then, he was willing to give his flesh and blood to Huan'er and exchange his life for hers!

"Cough, cough!" Yi Qianhuan closed her eyes tightly. She coughed up more blood, and her originally weakened vital signs gradually returned to normal.

"That's great! Although his breathing and heartbeat are still weak, at least he's still alive!" Shen Yaosi took Yi Qianhuan's pulse and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Ji Chilian with fear.

Fortunately, Qi Qianhuan is still alive, otherwise Ji Chilian would have lost his mind just now.

He clearly remembered the murderous intent that burst out of Ji Chilian's eyes just now, like a devil from hell, which made him terrified whenever he recalled it.

"Your Majesty, the national god is not dead, the national god is still alive!" A cheer of relief came from the crowd.

"That's great, Your Majesty. The national god is still alive, and our Yunzhao Kingdom will be fine! Your Majesty, did you hear that..." Concubine Cao looked at Bei Yunting excitedly.

Then, she was frightened by Bei Yunting's hideous and distorted expression.

There was no joy on Bei Yunting's face, only anger, and the blue veins on his forehead twitched like a centipede.

"Your Majesty..." Concubine Cao had never seen Bei Yunting look so terrifying, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

Click-

Bei Yunting crushed the wine glass in his hand.

The wine flowed down his fingers, staining the sleeves of his dragon robe, and even his hands were pierced by the fragments of the wine glass.

Blood mixed with wine flowed down Bei Yunting's wrist.

But he seemed not to feel it and slowly clenched his fingers.

"My beloved." There was no emotion in Bei Yunting's voice.

Imperial Concubine Cao's entire body began to tremble as if in convulsion: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

"The national god is still alive." Bei Yunting's expression struggled between anger and cruelty, and finally turned into a smile, "That's great."

Concubine Cao didn't dare to speak.

It was difficult for her to describe Bei Yunting's current state. She felt that the usually gentle emperor seemed to have torn off the mask he had disguised for so long at this moment, successfully exposing his most terrifying side.

She couldn't understand what was going on, but she had a vague feeling that the emperor didn't want the national god to live.

Shocked by the thought that emerged in her mind, Concubine Cao lowered her head hastily: "Yes, Your Majesty, God will surely protect our Yunzhao Kingdom and Your Majesty."

"Well said." Bei Yunting took another deep breath. His expression became solemn. He immediately summoned the imperial physician to treat Yi Qianhuan.

At the same time, the Dragon Shadow Guards who were waiting outside the hall rushed in and captured Xi Jiangyue.

Panic appeared in Xi Jiangyue's eyes, and she knelt on the ground hurriedly: "Your Majesty, please understand, I did not poison the national god!"

Bei Yunting was not even willing to give Xi Jiangyue a look: "The national god was fine, but something happened after drinking with you. This shows that all this is not a coincidence."