The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

The man remained silent for a long time, his gaze fixed on her face. His eyes were cold, like a stagnant pool, unfathomable, yet there was a hint of mad bloodlust within that coldness, as if it could erupt at any moment, making one's heart tremble.

"I had no intention of hurting you, but since you saw me, you must die."

The man's voice was deep, but his words were devoid of warmth. Then, he flicked his wrist, and his longsword flashed, sending a blinding sword light soaring up like a dazzling silver dragon.

She swung her right arm, thrusting the dagger forward with lightning speed and ruthlessness, the blade whistling sharply.

"Miss."

The sounds of fighting inside woke up Biluo in the side room, who was now anxiously calling out from outside the door.

"Go back."

The woman's voice was unwavering. Biluo was no match for this man; she didn't want the little girl to die in vain.

"But Miss..."

"I told you to step back."

Su Fuying breathed slightly, her tone becoming stern. Looking at the long bloodstain on her arm, she frowned. The man was in no better shape, dressed in a black robe, obscuring his wounds. The smell of blood in the air grew even stronger.

Biluo reluctantly agreed, knowing that she could not disobey her mistress's orders, so she turned and left.

"Your injuries and the poison won't last long; at most, it will only result in mutual destruction."

Su Fuying's eyes reddened. She didn't want to die here with him; she still had so many things to do.

Upon hearing this, the man's pupils contracted, and his voice grew even colder, "How do you know I've been poisoned?"

"Why not? Perhaps I have a way to detoxify."

"come over."

The man looked at her as if trying to see through her. After a long while, he spoke softly, his voice as clear as a secluded valley.

He then casually tossed the longsword aside, and it fell to the ground with a clang.

Su Fuying breathed a slight sigh of relief. Seeing that the man really did seem indifferent, she put away the dagger.

She walked straight to the table, tore off her sleeve, revealing a section of her fair, jade-like arm. Bathed in moonlight, it seemed to be plated with a layer of silver luster. The long wound did not detract from the beauty at all; on the contrary, it added a touch of bloodthirsty beauty.

Seeing her so oblivious to everyone else, the man's eyes narrowed slightly beneath his mask. "Do you know that a woman cannot expose her skin in front of men?"

"You've already sneaked into my room at night, and you're still bothered by these things?"

Her voice is soft and sweet, yet not cloying; it is clear and clean, giving listeners a refreshing and comfortable feeling.

However, he could detect a hint of impatience in her tone.

He watched as she finished bandaging her wound, put on a light white gauze dress, and walked straight up to him.

"Let's make this clear first: I'll treat you, and you must leave immediately afterward, without harming me."

"Yes, I always keep my word."

"Take off your clothes."

"what?"

The man's voice rose slightly, as if he was surprised that a woman would suddenly say such a thing.

"Brother, you look very handsome in this outfit, but how can I see your wound if you don't take it off?"

Su Fuying rolled her eyes silently where he couldn't see.

The man hesitated for a moment, then reached out his hand.

"?"

Well, she has no power to speak today, but once the effects of the drug wear off, she will definitely wash away today's humiliation in blood.

Helpless, she stepped forward, reached out and wrapped her arm around the man's lean waist, and reached for the belt behind her.

The warmth against his chest, carrying a girl's fragrance, made the man's body stiffen slightly.

"What, are you getting shy?"

The slightly teasing voice of the woman beneath him made him clench his fists at his sides.

If you don't get angry, the toxins can be suppressed for longer.

He secretly comforted himself.

Su Fuying skillfully took off the belt and pulled the black robe down to her waist. The man's perfect physique was outlined in the dim candlelight, with sexy collarbones, a strong chest, honey-colored skin, and clear and hard stripes. Even without making any movement, he exuded seven parts charm.

I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "He looks slim in clothes, but has a muscular physique when he takes them off."

Looking at the crisscrossing scars, most of them were old wounds, with a deep, bone-revealing wound running from the shoulder and almost piercing through the entire arm.

After observing, I used force to pull down all the clothes, but my wrists were covered by a pair of large hands.

"What?"

The man's eyes were cold, like ice that had never melted, and he was staring straight at the woman who only reached his shoulder.

Su Fuying looked up, her eyes bright and clear, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Isn't there an injury on your leg?"

The man's thin lips pursed slightly beneath his mask, and he loosened his grip a little. "No need."

"Alright, sit down and wait." Su Fuying turned around to get the medicine. It was fine if she didn't need it; she didn't want to waste her energy.

The woman's slender, white fingers touched his body as lightly as feathers. His hand, resting on the table, clenched unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hand extending to his forearm bulged slightly.

"Alright, I need to stitch up this wound. There's no anesthesia, so you'll have to bear with it."

Looking at the wound that was still bleeding, a sly glint flashed in Su Fuying's eyes. She had anesthetic, so she wouldn't use it on him; she'd make him suffer in agony.

In the quiet room, the only sounds were the sound of a needle piercing skin and the man's heavy breathing.

Half an hour later, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Su Fuying's forehead. When she looked up, she met a pair of eyes that were like whirlpools.

He couldn't help but think "Awesome!" in his heart, but he couldn't utter a single sound.

I couldn't see his face, but he must have lost a lot of blood and wasn't in good condition.

Then she took out bandages and wrapped them around his body again and again, finally tying a pretty bow in front of his chest. She rubbed his arm, which he could barely lift, and said, "Alright, let's go, I need to rest."

The man didn't move, looking down at the bow on his chest, lost in thought.

Oh, right, it's also poisonous.

He felt something was strange when he was treating his wound; the blood that was flowing out was poisonous, but the wound itself was not.

She placed her hand on the man's wrist, and after about half an incense stick's time, her brows furrowed more and more tightly. She then took the man's other hand, and the shock in her heart became more and more obvious.

This is the poison she researched her whole life in her previous life, the one she created, but the antidote was always just a little lacking.

This is her proudest work, which she named Du Shuang (独霜).

Because her former name was Ying Shuang.

This poison doesn't kill immediately, but it takes effect once a month. The pain extends from the heart outwards, until the limbs and bones feel as if they are being crushed. At most, one will die within a year.

But her diagnosis revealed that the poison had almost spread to his heart, and he was still alive despite such a degree of penetration.

Seeing the woman in front of him touching herself, her face as red as a palette, he knew it was hopeless. "If you can't even tell what kind of poison it is, there's no point in looking."

The man finished speaking coldly, stood up, raised his hand, and looked directly at her, his meaning clear.

Su Fuying almost gritted her teeth in secret. When did she fall so low as to change other people's clothes?

She deliberately shoved the man forcefully into her clothes, but he seemed completely oblivious, which made her feel bored.

"The stitches will be removed in two weeks."

After saying that, he realized it wasn't right, "No need to come, I'm not here, just find someone to pull it out."

After speaking in a cold tone, he turned and lunged at the bed.

The man stared at her intently for a long time. "If you need anything, you can come to me."

After uttering a single sentence, he nimbly climbed out the window and left.

Upon hearing his words, Su Fuying curled her lip in disdain. What did a dying man want from her?

Judging from his pulse just now, this poison will take effect in a year at most, at which point there will be no way to save him.

It's not that she can't be cured, it's just that research would be too exhausting, and it's not worth it for someone who wants to kill him on sight.

As my thoughts drifted, I caught a glimpse of something glowing on the table out of the corner of my eye. I picked it up and took a look.

A token made of pure gold, with the character "Shadow" engraved on it.

"Shadow? The Shadowless Palace?"