The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

Ren Yinxue!

Only she has the ability to invite so many people; this is definitely going to be the death of her.

But she only played a game of chess with her sweetheart, is it really that big of a deal?

He was still cursing in his head, but his knife-wielding movements became increasingly swift and precise.

Time passed second by second, and Su Fuying felt that energy from before rising again.

What kind of wine is that?! It's absolutely deadly.

"Shadow Two, you go first,"

Seeing that all I could do today was risk my life, I thought that this matter had nothing to do with Ying Er, so there was no need to die for her.

Shadow Two was also injured, but he still acted ruthlessly. After cutting off a head, he turned his head and glanced at Su Fuying, his tone as nonchalant as ever.

"Are you kidding? You're practically my master now, do I look like someone who would betray their master?"

After saying that, he added, "If you want to leave, then leave. My master's life is still in your hands."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle. I didn't expect this kid to be so straightforward.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow pierced the air, its internal energy making Su Fuying's scalp tingle.

Looking up, she saw a sharp sword coming straight at her face; the numbness in her body made her forget to react for a moment.

The owner of the arrow sat on a tall horse, his face shrouded in the lamplight, his hand still in the posture of releasing the arrow.

But Su Fuying saw the figure clearly and murmured, "The Regent?"

A sharp sword grazed past my ear, and I heard the sound of it piercing flesh behind me. Warm, sticky blood splattered onto the back of my neck.

Turning my head, I saw an assassin who had been holding a long sword and preparing to launch a sneak attack from behind fall straight down.

It turned out he was trying to save himself.

The man nimbly dismounted, and his guards quickly joined the battle, gradually turning the tide of the battle.

Su Fuying looked at the newcomer, who was dressed in a dark robe, wearing a jade crown, and was tall and imposing. He was walking towards her.

His steps were not fast but steady and powerful. His figure and aura were exactly the same as the Regent. I just saw him today, how could I mistake him?

Only when the man walked right up to her did Su Fuying get a clear look at his face. He had sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and a pair of handsome eyes that held a hint of lingering fear.

Although he was indeed handsome, he was not the regent, and he was far inferior to the regent.

Is he "Lu Yanxiu?"

The man did not respond to her question, but stared at her silently, his eyes deep and complex, as if containing endless emotions and thoughts.

His eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts.

Time ticked by, and the man remained silent, but his fingers, hanging at his sides, clenched tightly, veins bulging, as if he were trying to control his emotions.

After a while, he slowly released his hand, and then without hesitation reached out his arm and hugged her tightly.

He held her tightly, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly.

His burning body heat pierced through the fabric and clung to her skin, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply.

The man's distinctive scent lingered at the tip of her nose, and Su Fuying was certain that this was Lu Yanxiu.

Whether it was due to the alcohol or not, Su Fuying felt her heart beating faster and faster, her breathing becoming rapid, and her cheeks burning.

His broad embrace made Su Fuying want to get closer.

But a sliver of reason she retained made her want to push him away. She didn't think she was that close to Lu Yanxiu yet; this position was too ambiguous.

But the hands around her waist tightened even more. Her last shred of reason vanished, the noise around her gradually faded away, and finally she could only hear a whisper in her ear: "Thank goodness, I made it."

No one knew that just now, when he saw the sword falling towards the woman, he almost forgot to breathe.

In that instant, he thought he was going to lose her again.

When Su Fuying woke up again, she felt a slight headache and a dry mouth.

Just as I was about to get out of bed, I suddenly realized that the environment in front of me was somewhat unfamiliar.

This isn't her room! She tried hard to recall what happened yesterday, and the last image that came to mind was Lu Yanxiu almost strangling her to death.

what!

Su Fuying suddenly realized that he hadn't worn a mask yesterday! She saw Lu Yanxiu's face.

Although I can't quite remember some of it, that was definitely not the Regent's face.

After seeing the Regent up close yesterday, I felt that he and Lu Yanxiu were the same person.

The eyes, the figure, the aura were exactly the same, but the face I saw yesterday was not the same.

Strangely, my initial guess was suddenly overturned, leaving me somewhat bewildered.

"Squeak."

There was a noise at the door. Looking in the direction of the sound, a tall figure strode in.

Lu Yanxiu was dressed in a dark purple brocade robe, with large golden lotus flowers embroidered on it with gold thread, which gave him a charming and flamboyant aura.

This was completely different from his usual appearance, where he always wore all black and exuded a cold and aloof aura, making him a refreshing sight.

It's a pity that he still wears that cold mask, which covers his face and makes it impossible for people to see his true face.

Su Fuying looked at his attire and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

She had thought she would finally see his true face, but to her surprise, he was still wearing a mask.

"Looks like you're in a good mood today? You even changed the color of your clothes?" she said with a smile, trying to break the silence between them.

Thinking back to that hug last night, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

But she didn't want the awkward atmosphere to continue, so she chose to joke with him in a lighthearted tone.

"If your throat is sore, shut up."

The voice, usually so cold, actually made Su Fuying breathe a sigh of relief; it seemed she must have misremembered yesterday.

Thinking of this, she ignored him, turned around and walked to the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and then tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The tea flowed down my throat, moisturizing my dry throat and instantly making me feel refreshed, as if I had been reborn.

But as soon as she turned her head, she met his deep gaze and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Looking around the room again, I saw that the hibiscus-patterned window was half-open, and slivers of light filtered into the room through the sandalwood-colored silk curtains.

On the wooden incense burner with lingzhi patterns on the waisted wooden frame in front of the window, there was a beast-head Boshan incense burner, which was steaming incense over water, and the faint fragrance was spreading in the air.

The faint scent was familiar, exactly the same as the scent on Lu Yanxiu.

There were also familiar items on the table: a teapot and a cup.

!

Suddenly, she turned her head and glanced at Lu Yanxiu, thinking to herself that she was doomed.

The black-glazed cup with gold dragon design in his hand suddenly became a little hot, so he quickly put it back and cleared his throat, saying, "I can't afford to pay for it, but I can clean it for you."

These cups all look incredibly expensive; she can't afford to pay for them.

The man chuckled lightly, but before he could speak, a commotion arose outside the door.

"His Majesty doesn't look down on you at all; last night, he personally administered your medicine..."

"Shut up." Lu Yanxiu's sudden reprimand startled even Su Fuying. She looked at him questioningly and asked Ying Er at the door, "What about kissing?"