The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

The mountain in front of us is called Aman Mountain.

It's called a mountain, but it's not actually a mountain; it's just a slightly larger slope.

The small hill has trees, grass, and stones, and looks no different from any other small hill.

In reality, the small slope was surrounded by array mechanisms at this time.

Once you step inside, if you can't break the formation, you'll be trapped inside forever and never be able to get out.

Moreover, people outside cannot see anyone inside the formation, and people inside the formation cannot see people outside.

"Miss, I'll take some men to see what's inside," Cang Yue said.

“No, I’ll go alone,” Song Siyao explained. “The one who set up the formation is a master. We don’t know the situation inside, and it would be very dangerous to bring people in rashly. You take people and guard outside.”

"Yes, Miss." Cang Yue obeyed.

Song Siyao walked forward step by step. After a few steps, her foot suddenly lost its footing, and she felt dizzy, as if she were falling from a great height.

Meanwhile, Cang Yue outside saw Song Siyao suddenly disappear as she walked.

Song Siyao closed her eyes, relaxed her body, and took a deep breath.

She may appear to be in a daze, but in reality, every cell in her body is sensing the surrounding environment.

A moment later, she had found the core of the formation.

She quickly opened her eyes, turned around and struck the stone behind her. Instantly, the formation opened, and the view before her eyes became clear.

Snapped!Snapped!

Two crisp slaps rang out, and at the same time, a figure appeared in Song Siyao's line of sight.

It was King Cheng of Yan, Wen Tao.

Wen Tao was dressed in purple, holding a feather fan. His eyebrows were sharp and his expression was domineering. Behind him were eight experts, each holding a sharp blade and looking fierce.

"Miss Song is truly intelligent, breaking my formation in such a short time." Wen Tao raised an eyebrow, praising Song Siyao, but his eyes were full of disdain.

Song Siyao's gaze was like a knife, tearing Wen Tao apart. "What kind of broken formation is this? Is it something you can be so proud of?"

Her casual tone revealed extreme disdain, showing that she didn't take Wen Tao seriously at all.

"Ha ha!"

Wen Tao burst into laughter, but it was a forced smile, and his eyes were full of coldness.

"Is Miss Song all alone now? Her whole family is dead, how can she still be so arrogant?"

Wen Tao's sharp tongue was known throughout the Yan Kingdom.

He's a master at using harsh words to hurt people's feelings.

Song Siyao's father and brothers all died at his hands, and he used this incident to provoke Song Siyao in return.

This isn't about taking a knife; it's about taking a bomb to blow up Song Siyao.

Upon hearing this, Song Siyao felt as if her heart was being torn apart. Pain, anger, and hatred surged like a tidal wave, almost overwhelming her.

"Prince Cheng!" Song Siyao's lips curled into a sneer, his hatred bursting forth. "Didn't your father tell you that you have to keep a low profile on someone else's turf, or you'll get beaten to death!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the silver needles flew out of her hand.

Wen Tao raised his feather fan to deflect the flying silver needles, then stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Song Siyao with a sneer, "Miss Song, your father and brothers both died at my hands. You don't actually think your mediocre skills are better than your father and brothers, do you?"

Song Siyao retorted coldly, "Prince Cheng, do you still have any strength in your left arm?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Tao reflexively raised his left arm. He hadn't raised it before, but when he did, he found that he had no strength in his arm at all.

His expression changed instantly!

Upon closer inspection, he saw three silver needles stuck in his arm.

He had blocked all the silver needles that Song Siyao threw, so how did he still get pierced?

He guessed that these silver needles had been inserted into his acupoints, which was why he felt weak in his arm.

Therefore, he had to remove these silver needles.

"do not move!"

The moment his hand touched the silver needle, Song Siyao's voice suddenly rang out.

Song Siyao added, "If you don't want to die, don't touch my needles!"

“Miss Song, your feigned mystery and bluffing won’t work on me!” Wen Tao, of course, wouldn’t listen and directly pulled out a silver needle.

"what!"

The moment Wen Tao pulled out the silver needle, he let out a sharp scream and squatted down, curling himself into a ball.

pain!

The pain felt like ants gnawing at his flesh and sucking his marrow from inside his body.

The pain was so intense he felt like he was dying!

Ironically, he was perfectly conscious; he couldn't live, nor could he die!

The eight experts instantly surrounded Song Siyao, and one of them stepped forward to grab her.

Song Si spun around, and with both hands moving, eight silver needles flew out simultaneously. In the end, each silver needle found its home.

Eight masters, each with a silver needle inserted into their arm.

They looked at Wen Tao, who was writhing in pain on the ground, and then at Song Siyao. Seeing Song Siyao laughing arrogantly, they were frightened and dared not remove the silver needles.

"Don't move. Just use your internal energy, and the silver needles will pierce into your bodies until they are completely inside. They will run rampant inside your bodies, leaving your internal organs riddled with holes, until not a single drop of blood is left!"

Song Siyao's words were like a death knell, and the eight experts were so frightened that they dared not move.

She slowly walked up to Wentao, squatted down, and looked at him as if he were a stray dog ​​on the street.

“I just warned you not to remove the needles, but you wouldn’t listen. Prince Cheng, do you think I’m joking with you?”

Song Si slapped Wen Tao's face, tearing away his pride and self-esteem and trampling it underfoot.

She certainly didn't mean any harm; it's just that Wentao can't die yet, he's still useful, and they need to play with him slowly.

Wen Tao stared intently at her, his teeth clenched with hatred.

However, he dared not make any rash moves at the moment. He knew that Song Siyao would not take his life now, but at most take revenge on him and make him suffer.

However, he will one day take revenge for all this suffering.

"All three silver needles are poisoned; it's the silkworm poison you gave the people of Sang County. Prince Cheng, I don't need to explain the toxicity of silkworm poison to you, do I? Moreover, this is silkworm poison that I've improved; it's more than a hundred times more toxic than before!"

Song Siyao's gaze turned cold. "The three silver needles were meant to save your life. With them, the silkworm poison wouldn't have affected your internal organs. It's a pity you pulled one out. Now, the poison has entered your limbs."

Large beads of sweat streamed down Wen Tao's forehead. His face was deathly pale, and he was filled with extreme panic and helplessness.

All eight of his skilled fighters had been subdued by Song Siyao. Now, unless Song Siyao was willing to spare his life, he was doomed.

Are you scared? Feeling particularly desperate?

Song Siyao's smile was like that of a demon from hell, but his gaze suddenly turned fierce. "Every bit of pain you are enduring now is something that tens of thousands of people in Sang County have endured. You have only tasted one of their tens of thousands of sufferings!"

Song Siyao said dismissively, "So, what's a little suffering like this to you?"