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

Chapter 411

“I made the poison.” Shen Lingjun did not deny it. “But I can’t cure it either. When Chief Mo asked me to make the poison, his requirement was to increase its toxicity so that there was no antidote and it had to be able to kill people.”

Although she is now in Fu Shiyan's hands, she still cannot agree to give Fu Shiyan the antidote.

Fu Shiyan killed so many of Mo Zhonggui's relatives. She saved Fu Shiyan once back then, which made Mo Zhonggui hate her for so many years. She would never save him again.

Firstly, if Mo Zhonggui found out, he would definitely not show her any mercy; secondly, she herself felt that this was too unfair to Mo Zhonggui.

Mo Zhonggui said he hated her, but in reality he treated her well; she still owed him so much.

Back then, she was unaware of the situation, so saving Fu Shiyan could be considered an act of ignorance. But now that she knows everything, saving Fu Shiyan again is no longer justifiable.

However, she couldn't be so stubborn as to directly tell Fu Shiyan that she didn't want to save him, so she could just say that she was powerless to do so.

Shen Lingjun was actually very nervous when she said this.

Although she had saved Fu Shiyan's life, for a killer like him who had taken countless lives, the debt of saving a life probably meant nothing at all.

She said she couldn't cure the poison, but Fu Shiyan might not believe her. Would he torture her and force her to cure him?

Or even if you really believe her, you might think she's useless and just get rid of her?

Shen Lingjun broke out in a cold sweat, his mind racing as he tried to figure out how to deal with the Talisman Master Banquet.

But Fu Shiyan looked at her and simply asked, "Can that alleviate the poison?"

Shen Lingjun dared not say no again. As a disciple of Elder Xingju, it would be unrealistic for her not to be able to do even this.

"Yes, I'll try my best, but the results may not be ideal."

In any case, the concept of alleviating toxicity is very broad; alleviating it a little is still alleviation, and alleviating it a lot is still alleviation.

She'll just pretend she's working hard and go through with the talisman master banquet.

There was no other way; she had to be true to Mo Zhonggui, but she also had to be true to herself. She had to save her own life first, so she couldn't act too righteously or with too much backbone.

Fu Shiyan: "What medicinal herbs do you need? I'll have someone go find them."

To show her seriousness, Shen Lingjun wrote a long list for Fu Shiyan, making numerous corrections and revisions.

She dared not do anything reckless. The formula did have some effect in suppressing the toxicity, but for Fu Shi Yan, it was basically negligible.

Shen Lingjun even specifically chose to list rare and hard-to-find medicinal herbs. If Fu Shiyan couldn't find them all, then she couldn't be blamed.

Fu Shiyan took it, looked at it, and left without expressing any doubt.

Shen Lingjun hadn't expected that when he looked at him, he seemed quite easy to talk to.

The feeling she had towards Mo Zhonggui was far more terrifying than that of the Talisman Master's Banquet.

Even so, Shen Lingjun still didn't consider running away. "Naihe's" strength was beyond her reach, and even if she had the ability to cheat with her spatial abilities, she probably couldn't afford to gamble with her life.

As long as her secret guard and the guards of the Yongning Marquis's mansion weren't all killed by "Naihe," they would definitely report to Mo Chonggui and the Shen family. Someone should come to rescue her; she just needed to wait.

Shen Lingjun was idling in the basement when, before long, someone brought in his meal.

The food was quite good, no worse than what she ate at the Yongning Marquis's residence; it didn't feel like the treatment a prisoner would receive.

A little natural light shines through the small window in the basement, and the ventilation seems to be well-designed, as there is no feeling of dampness or stuffiness.

That evening, the talisman master's banquet began again.

He had changed into an ivory-white robe, his long hair slightly damp, as if he had taken a bath. But he didn't look well; a dark aura shrouded his brows, and his face appeared even more pale.