Marrying a concubine and swallowing her dowry? The mistress turns around and marries a high-ranking

Chapter 322

She clearly watched as Lady Yongning drank the tea laced with slow-acting poison, so how come she was completely unharmed?

Could it be that the poison has been stored for too long and has lost its effectiveness?

Two months ago, a distant cousin of Song Yong came to visit the Grand Princess's residence. She flirted with Song Yong every day. She had just given that little vixen that kind of poison, and the vixen died of illness a few days after she returned home.

Princess Pingkang couldn't figure it out, and didn't bother to think about it any further, only thinking that perhaps the Lady of Yongning was just lucky.

Slow-acting poison won't work; she has plenty of other methods, and she'll get rid of that bitch sooner or later.

A widow, without her husband, shouldn't she be like withered wood and dead ashes? That slut even looks so beautiful. Isn't she just lewd and shameless, trying to seduce men?

She didn't care if he seduced other men, but he dared to seduce her husband!

At the autumn banquet that day, Song Yong's gaze towards that vile woman was so intense that he practically had his entire eyeballs glued to her. He didn't even try to restrain himself in front of everyone, showing just how infatuated he was.

If this isn't removed quickly, how can people feel at ease!

Princess Pingkang hated these slutty vixens who, relying on their good looks, kept trying to get close to Song Yong.

Yes, Song Yong is indeed exceptionally talented and incomparably handsome; any woman would be captivated by him. But this man belongs to her! He can only belong to her!

Thinking of this, Princess Pingkang clenched her teacup tightly in resentment.

She instructed her subordinate, "Keep an eye on the Yongning Marquis's residence. Report back to me when the Yongning Marquis's wife returns."

Song Yong has been absent-minded these past few days; it's obvious he's still thinking about that bitch.

She needs to act quickly!

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Shen Lingjun stayed at the Marquis of Changguo's residence for three days.

Chu Tianming's recovery went very smoothly. His left arm was indeed saved, but the necrotic muscle tissue and other tissues could not regenerate. Even without amputation, the arm was essentially useless.

On the fourth day, seeing that Chu Tianming's condition had stabilized, Shen Lingjun took her leave of the Marquis of Changguo's residence. The Marquis of Changguo's family was still extremely grateful to her.

When Shen Lingjun went out, she was in such a good mood that she felt like she was floating on air.

Just like last time, she first left the city, then removed her disguise outside before returning, pretending that she had already left Kyoto as the disciple of the Apricot Elder.

But before she even reached the outskirts of the city, as she walked through the bustling streets of Kyoto, she felt as if someone was following her.

Shen Lingjun felt a slight tightness in her heart. She turned around, and the other person didn't seem afraid of being discovered. Without dodging or avoiding her, they stopped on the street and stood still, meeting her gaze openly.

This was a young man with an ordinary face, ordinary build, and ordinary clothes, except that he was a bit tall; otherwise, he would have been hard to spot in a crowd.

But his eyes were completely at odds with his ordinary appearance.

His eyes were long and narrow, with a particularly light amber color in the pupils. They were clear and ethereal. When he looked over, his gaze seemed gentle, but it inexplicably sent chills down one's spine.

Shen Lingjun could tell at a glance that this person knew martial arts, and she suspected that he was also disguised.

Before she could react, the man stepped forward and said softly, "Are you Elder Xingju's youngest disciple?"