The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

died?

That makes things even stranger. "Where is the doctor now?"

The man picked up the teapot with his slender fingers, slowly poured himself a cup of tea, took a small sip, and tsk.

"It tastes terrible."

"Damn it."

Su Fuying couldn't help but want to curse, but then thought, "I won't bother arguing with a dying man."

"Brother, I'm talking to you about something serious."

The man slowly put down his cup, looked up at her, and said, "This tea is awful and has upset me. That's the important thing."

"I want to make it clear that this is a normal transaction, not me asking you for a favor."

Seeing his attitude, Su Fuying's expression turned cold. He was the one who said he would set conditions, and now he's going to ramble on and on.

Seeing the woman's slightly angry face, the man stood up, shook his robes, and his cold aura became even stronger than before. His voice was devoid of any warmth, "Come find me tonight."

After the man finished speaking, he left. Su Fuying thought he was about to leave and asked her to go find him that night.

Is someone inside the Hall of No Shadows?

"Miss, are you okay?"

As soon as the person left, Biluo quickly came in to check on Su Fuying. Seeing that Su Fuying was sitting there unharmed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Fuying coldly swept her gaze over the coachman, the chill in her eyes startling him. A chill ran down his spine, and he immediately knelt down, begging for mercy, "Princess, I saw nothing today, I know nothing. Please spare my life, Princess."

In broad daylight, a stranger brazenly entered her residence and even talked with her behind closed doors for almost half an hour. If word got out, who knows what people would say about him.

Su Fuying looked down at him and said, "It's good that you know."

As night fell, the lights of countless homes shone brighter under the faint starlight and moonlight. The streets were deserted, with only a dark figure constantly moving about.

It's too much trouble. I don't know how to use light-footed kung fu, I can't ride a horse at night, and it's so far away. It's just too inconvenient.

After walking for about half an hour, we arrived at a towering palace that seemed to reach into the clouds. The dark building, with a few bright red lanterns outside, looked somewhat eerie in the moonlight.

Su Fuying raised her hand to push the door open when a dark figure descended from the sky, a sharp blade flashing a blinding light.

Good reaction time; these people are so focused that they're hard to spot.

"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into the main hall?"

A masked man glared at Su Fuying, his sword pointed directly at her face.

Su Fuying took out the token, and the man was startled. He quickly sheathed his sword, and his expression became more respectful. "Please."

A large black bronze door slowly opened, revealing a completely dark interior without a single candle.

As soon as I stepped inside, the door behind me slammed shut.

In the pitch-black environment, Su Fuying sensed a dangerous aura approaching. A gust of wind rushed towards the back of her head. She turned around, took a few steps back, and immediately drew her broken blade to defend herself.

The sound of clashing swords was exceptionally clear in the darkness. The two fought back and forth for more than a dozen rounds. Finally, Su Fuying took a step back and threw the man to the ground on his back. A broken blade gleaming with cold light was placed against his neck.

"Wrong, wrong, let go, my old back."

A loud male voice rang out, and Su Fuying lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "If you dare to launch a sneak attack again, I will not give your master any face."

The warm breath sprayed against the man's ear, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation. In the darkness, no one could see the man's bright red earlobes.

After Su Fuying finished speaking, she released him. One by one, the candles in the room lit up, and a black figure slowly walked out from the corner of the stairs. The man was wearing a loose black robe, and his black hair was lazily draped over his shoulders. Even though he was dressed casually, the cold aura around him gave him an air of mystery that was hard to fathom.

"Come up."

The man's cold gaze fell on Su Fuying's face. The woman was dressed in black night clothes, the tight-fitting clothes outlining her graceful figure.

Su Fuying followed closely upstairs. The man who had just attacked her approached with a grin. Su Fuying recognized his face; he was also wearing black night clothes with some mud and dust on them, indicating that he had just returned from running errands.

He had a handsome and refined face, and he smiled at Su Fuying with a set of big white teeth. "My name is Huai Chen, you can just call me A-Chen."

Su Fuying glanced at him and went straight upstairs.

"Hey, wait for me! You still haven't told me your name."

Huai Chen was chasing after him when Su Fuying suddenly stopped. Due to inertia, he couldn't keep his balance and bumped into him. Su Fuying took a step forward and turned to look at him.

Seeing his foolish look, she was suspicious. Could someone like this really be able to get by in the Shadowless Palace?

The woman's fragrant scent made him feel flustered for a moment. He scratched his head and said, "His Majesty sent me all this way to bring back a doctor. I was just curious why you wanted to see him."

"You went to catch it?"

Su Fuying raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down, but he looked somewhat tired.

"That's right, I rode there at breakneck speed, and on the way back I encountered several groups of assassins, but luckily I'm highly skilled in martial arts..."

The man's incessant boasting instantly extinguished the gratitude Su Fuying had just begun to feel for him.

"Go down."

The man's icy tone inside silenced Huai Chen. He glanced up and his pupils suddenly dilated. No wonder Su Fuying had stopped abruptly.

Inside the room, a shirtless man stood with his back to the camera. His well-defined muscles outlined his perfect physique, and a small patch of pink flesh was growing from a wound on his shoulder.

"Damn it, Your Majesty, why are you taking off your clothes?"

A loud commotion erupted, and the man inside only needed to glance back before Huai Chen immediately surrendered, "Okay, okay, I'll go."

As he turned to leave, he didn't forget to turn back and ask Su Fuying's name, only to be met with a look as if he were an idiot.

"Come in."

Su Fuying walked in, frowned as she looked at the wound on her shoulder. Why hadn't the wound healed after all this time?

"how so."

She was very confident in her medicine; it was impossible that it hadn't healed for so long, especially with some bloodstains in the deeper areas.

He couldn't help but touch it, feeling the warmth of his fingertips on his back, and his brows furrowed slightly beneath the mask.

Su Fuying pressed hard; there was still some pus in the blood inside. No, no.

Looking at the other, shallower wounds, they were only just beginning to scab over.

"Have you been fighting again these past few days?"

"No."

That's even more wrong. He reached under his nose and sniffed, his expression changed, and his voice became stern, "What did you eat?"

Hearing her tone, the man also became more serious. "The same as before."

At this point, the man paused for a moment, then turned to look at Su Fuying, "There's something different."