After the arranged marriage, I pampered the sickly regent.

"You mean to say that His Highness the Regent is actually a rooster?"

These words stunned everyone present. The idea of ​​the regent turning into a rooster sounded incredibly bizarre.

The butler froze on the spot, and after a long while, he said, "Miss Ye, you have misunderstood. The prince is just unwell, which is why he had no choice but to do this."

"I see."

Ye Qingwu curled her lips into a smile, "Then I'll trouble you to put this chicken down."

The butler was stunned, not knowing what this Miss Ye was up to. An ordinary woman would have been at a loss for words, but she was so calm.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the steward still put the chicken on the ground. The moment he let go, Ye Qingwu quickly walked to a guard's side and drew the sword from his waist before anyone could react.

The next second, the rooster died instantly, its blood splattering everywhere, scaring everyone into retreating!

The butler was dumbfounded. If it had been a second later, would this soon-to-be princess have killed him along with her?

"Miss Ye, do you know what this is...?"

Ye Qingwu threw his sword on the ground, glanced at the lifeless rooster on the ground, and asked a question.

"It's just a rooster, steward. Are you trying to say I killed the prince?"

"No...don't dare."

The steward's face turned ashen. If he admitted it, it would be tantamount to saying that this rooster was the prince.

"If that's the case, what are we waiting for? Take it to the kitchen."

"Why is this?"

The butler and everyone present stared blankly at Ye Qingwu, unable to react for a moment.

"Let's stew it before it gets completely cold."

Ye Qingwu said unhurriedly, "Butler, didn't you just say that the prince is not feeling well? Rooster is a very nourishing food, so it's perfect to stew it for him to help him recover."

"Do you or someone else have a problem with this?"

Those present exchanged bewildered glances, none daring to utter a word, especially given the speed at which Miss Ye had acted. They were genuinely afraid that uttering even a single word would lead to their fate as chickens.

The guests left one after another, not daring to linger for long. Ye Qingwu watched this scene with a smile on her lips.

"If that's the case, then let's hurry up!"

As Ye Qingwu spoke, she turned and entered the palace. Her prospective husband was giving her such a grand gift upon his arrival.

As a princess, she naturally couldn't let him down.

"Your Highness...it's terrible!"

Having witnessed all of this, Leng Feng hurriedly came to the courtyard.

"Did that woman go back?"

"No...no."

Leng Feng was still in shock as he spoke with difficulty.

"Is that done?"

Zhan Sijing spoke languidly, but his face was sickly pale. A few days ago, he learned that the Duke's mansion intended to exchange brides. Although this marriage was not his own wish, the exchange of brides should teach them a lesson.

Besides, his health...

"No..." Leng Feng shook his head, his repeated denials piqued Zhan Sijing's interest.

"Why is that?"

"The princess killed the chicken in front of everyone, and even said..."

Before Leng Feng could finish speaking, a fragrant aroma wafted in.

Zhan Sijing seemed to realize something, his expression extremely strange, "You mean to say..."

The door creaked open, and a woman dressed in a bright red wedding gown walked in.

Upon seeing the man on the couch, she smiled and said, "Your Highness, I heard you're not feeling well. Chicken soup is very nourishing; drink it while it's hot."

Zhan Sijing's expression was extremely strange. He looked at her and then at what Ye Qingwu was holding, and said almost word by word, "You stewed that chicken?"

"Your Highness... Princess Ye... no, Your Highness, I shall take my leave now."

Leng Feng dared not linger. His intuition told him that this newly arrived princess was no pushover, and in some ways even more formidable than his prince.

We must not offend them lightly.

After Leng Feng left, Ye Qingwu moved closer to Zhan Sijing and met his beautiful eyes, which were filled with shock. She put the chicken soup aside, grabbed his right hand without saying a word, and realized something was wrong in an instant.

It was actually the Cold Shadow Poison.

A lost, deadly poison brought into the womb. As the person poisoned grows older, they will suffer from splitting headaches and lose their mind. But this is not the most deadly part. The most deadly part is that the poison will spread twice as much on the night of the full moon, until the person can no longer bear it and dies suddenly.

Judging from this pulse, it seems that His Highness's body is not going to be able to withstand it.

No wonder Ye Qingzhu said she hadn't had many good days.

But she's different. The Cold Shadow Poison is an incurable poison for others, but it might not be effective for her.

Zhan Sijing seemed to realize something, quickly shook off Ye Qingwu, and his face darkened.

"How dare you stew that chicken!"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Ye Qingwu didn't take it seriously, opened the lid, and the aroma of chicken soup instantly filled the entire room.

“If Your Highness kills me, then no one will be able to cure the Cold Shadow Poison.”

"What did you say?!"

Zhan Sijing's pupils contracted, his gaze turned icy, and his aura was about to erupt.

"You're not Ye Qingzhu?"

Zhan Sijing quickly realized that, according to the information he had received, the second young lady of the Duke's mansion was a troublesome and unreasonable fool, but the person in front of him could see the poison he had been poisoned with.

Could it be from that touch just now? But there are only a handful of people in the world who know about this poison.

This woman... is unacceptable...

Sensing the other party's killing intent, Ye Qingwu was not in a hurry and spoke again to Zhan Sijing.

“Your Highness, I am indeed not Ye Qingzhu, I am Ye Qingwu.”

"The toxin has entered the body and is about to erode the heart meridian. Your Highness, if it is not treated soon, you will die within seven days."

"Your Highness, don't you want to live?"

"Ah."

Zhan Sijing hadn't expected that this eldest daughter of the Duke's mansion could be so calm and understand his situation so thoroughly.

"If anything happens to me, you won't survive either."

“Your Highness is absolutely right. In order for us to survive, I do have a solution that satisfies both sides.”

Ye Qingwu's eyebrows curved into a smile, and there was not a trace of panic in her eyes when facing Zhan Sijing.

Seeing that Ye Qingwu could remain so calm even now, Zhan Sijing became even more curious.

She dared to make such a judgment about something that even the renowned physician Mu was helpless to solve.

And they even talked about a win-win solution...

But he just happened to be... Zhan Sijing was silent for a moment, then said, "Tell me your conditions."

"It's very simple. I will detoxify the prince, and after I'm cured, the prince will let me leave, how about that?"

Ye Qingzhu's rebirth and forced marriage made her realize one thing: why should she follow the plot of the book?

The position of regent's wife is merely a temporary measure; her current situation necessitates survival!

"If it cannot be cured, just as you said, my days are probably numbered..."

"If it can't be cured, I'll just accompany Your Highness on your journey."

"Besides, that's not possible with me, Your Highness. Are you afraid to gamble?"