The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, the servant came to call them to set off.

Biluo knocked on Su Fuying's door early in the morning:

"Miss, you've forgotten, we're setting off today."

"Oh yes."

I've almost finished being busy these past few days.

She didn't have much luggage, just a small bundle, and set off before dawn when she got into the carriage.

"Why so early?"

“Miss, it will take two or three days for our carriage to reach the capital. The weather has been hot these past few days, so the journey will be slower. Let’s set off early and try to reach the post station before sunset to rest.”

Biluo was explaining things to her from the side, and Su Fuying felt annoyed, realizing that not having a car was really inconvenient.

The morning air was slightly cool, and Su Fuying propped her head up, feeling drowsy.

"call out."

The sound of an arrow piercing the air reached Su Fuying's ears. She remained motionless, propped up on the table as if taking a nap. Biluo swiftly drew her soft sword and knocked the arrow away.

The horses outside sensed danger and paced restlessly in place.

Su Fuying straightened up impatiently, "So noisy."

"Let me see what you've accomplished these past few months."

"Yes, ma'am."

Bilu bowed and retreated. Soon, the sound of clashing swords came from outside.

"one two three four."

Four lackeys.

Su Fuying closed her eyes, rested one arm on the table, propped up her smooth chin, and said lazily, "Biluo."

Upon hearing the sound, Biluo's movements became even more swift.

Before long, Biluo, her face flushed, got into the carriage. "Miss, the coachman and two servants are all dead."

"If you're dead, you're dead."

“But, Miss, I don’t know how to drive a carriage.”

Biluo lowered her head, her voice muffled.

Su Fuying looked at her for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Silly girl, it's not your fault. You did a great job."

At first, I only intended to teach her some fighting skills, but I found that the little girl was quite talented, so I slowly taught her martial arts.

To achieve this in four months is truly impressive.

"Let's go."

The girl rose, pulled a short knife from her shoe, cut the reins, and mounted her horse with clean, swift movements.

Biluo stared wide-eyed.

"Miss, can you ride a horse?"

"Is there anything you, Miss, don't know?"

As the last rays of sunlight faded and dusk deepened, the clatter of horses' hooves sounded somewhat abrupt on the quiet stone path.

"We've arrived, Miss."

Biluo was surrounded by Su Fuying, her ears slightly red, and she was excited when she saw the light of the post station ahead.

They should have arrived much earlier on horseback, but neither of them knew the way and got lost several times, asking for directions along the way.

As night deepened, Su Fuying, having traveled all day, felt unusually sticky. Biluo was outside fetching water. Su Fuying stood at the window, holding a jade pendant and a token in her hand.

"You can't wait that long?"

A mocking smile appeared on Su Fuying's lips.

Although people had been coming to her in the past few days, they didn't want her dead; they just wanted to find something. But the people who came today were clearly here to kill her.

Some time ago, she asked to return to Beijing. Her good mother thought about it for a long time and figured that after living in the countryside for so many years, she probably wouldn't amount to much and wouldn't be able to influence her dear second daughter.

Yesterday, Granny Gui returned to the capital to report the news, which probably made her feel threatened, leaving her no choice but to resort to this deadly act.

She had already disregarded public opinion to welcome Su Fuying back to the capital, but on the way back, it was quite normal for a young lady to die if she encountered bandits in the mountains.

This way she'll gain fame, and most importantly, how can a dead person compete with her youngest daughter for a marriage contract?

However, his mother looked down on her too much, sending any Tom, Dick, or Harry to her.

"Miss."

Biluo called out softly, then opened the door and went out. The young lady no longer liked having someone serve her while she bathed, and she would consciously withdraw each time she took a bath.

"and many more."

"I won't go back to the capital with you. Find a coachman to take you back first thing tomorrow morning."

"Miss, don't you want me anymore?" As Biluo listened, her nose tingled and her eyes gradually reddened.

Seeing the pitiful look, Su Fuying chuckled and gently patted the little girl's head.

"Silly girl, I have something to take care of. You go first. Take the main road and don't go too fast. Take your time and stroll back."

He then took out a human skin mask and demonstrated how to wear it.

"Did you remember that?"

Biluo's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly. Thankfully, her mistress hadn't abandoned her.

"I remember, Miss, you must come back soon."

"Ah."

Sunlight filtered through the leaves outside the window, dappling Su Fuying's face. Su Fuying moved her neck, and her cervical spine made a slight loosening sound, as if her whole body was regaining its vitality from the silence.

"Waiter, bring me a new set of clothes, men's clothes."

The waiter looked at the woman, who was wearing a veil, but whose eyes were clear and bright. He then weighed the silver in his hand, and immediately went to do his job with a big smile.

At the hour of Wei (1-3 PM), when the temperature reached its highest point of the day, a fast horse galloped along the path, leaving trails of flying dust behind it.

Su Fuying calculated the time; if she didn't rest tonight, she could arrive in the capital early tomorrow morning.

But fate is unpredictable. Large raindrops began to fall, and in just a couple of breaths, a torrential downpour, like countless silver threads, poured down from the sky, creating a magnificent and unrestrained scene. The raindrops hit the ground, splashing up tiny droplets.

The man on horseback whipped the horse even faster, and by the time they reached the entrance of an inn, he was completely soaked.

Her clothes clung damply to her skin, and Su Fuying frowned in displeasure.

He strode into the inn, ordered the waiter to prepare hot water, and then comfortably soaked in the tub.

As the heavy rain gradually subsided, the water droplets on the eaves tapped intermittently against the tender banana leaves outside the window.

The woman by the window wore a white gauze dress, with a light blue silk ribbon tied into a bow at her waist. Her dark hair cascaded down like a waterfall. Her skin was as clear as jade, and she wore no makeup.

The sounds of fighting gradually approaching from the rooftop caught her attention. She closed her eyes, sensed the formidable strength of the two fighters, quickly closed the window, and hurried to the bedside to put on the human skin mask from the bundle.

"boom."

With a loud crash, a dark figure rolled into the room through the window, knocking over tables and chairs with a piercing sound. Su Fuying rubbed her ears in annoyance.

It seems there's no beauty sleep tonight. Su Fuying frowned slightly, her beautiful eyes flashing with a coldness like a knife, locking onto the man on the ground.

Outside the window, a tall, slender figure was shrouded in darkness, his face obscured, but his imposing presence was undeniable.

Su Fuying squinted her beautiful eyes and looked out the window, a dangerous aura enveloping her.

The man's cold eyes merely glanced at her before he stepped into the room.

The man wore a silver mask, which seemed even colder in the dim candlelight. His exposed eyes were extremely beautiful, but his gaze was icy and bloodthirsty, and the aura around him seemed to come from a demon from hell.

"It's him."

That night, the moonlight flowed and rippled, creating a hazy, dreamlike atmosphere, like a light veil draped over everything.

A man dressed in black stood with his hands behind his back, bathed in moonlight. His tall figure was covered by the moonlight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was upright and handsome. Putting aside his cold and murderous aura, he looked exceptionally good-looking.

Su Fuying suddenly became curious about what kind of face he had under the mask.

The man on the ground flipped to his feet and swiftly attacked the masked man with his curved knife.

Just as the knife was about to reach his face, in a flash, the masked man raised his palm and struck from a distance. The man spat out a mouthful of blood and, like a kite with a broken string, crashed hard into the wall and slowly slid down.

The man looked down at the dying man on the ground. The man on the ground shivered involuntarily, took a deep breath to keep himself from fainting, and even his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"I'll give you the things, but you have to let me leave."

This person is terrifying; he's not even in the same league as them.

"Ah"

A sneer escaped the man's chest, his cold voice carrying a chilling undertone, "Ghost Blade, what right do you have to negotiate with me?"

The person on the ground was speechless for a moment, then gritted his teeth as if making a difficult decision, and said, "I'll give it to you."

He slowly stood up, leaning against the wall, his hand groping for something in his chest. He moved slowly to Su Fuying's side, then suddenly grabbed her shoulder, a cold-looking dagger pressed against her delicate neck.

"Let me go, or I'll kill her."

Ghost Blade's sinister voice rang in her ears, and Su Fuying frowned impatiently. She knew the name Ghost Blade; he was the top assassin of Qianjin Pavilion.

Over the past few months, she has learned most of the assassination organizations on this continent and plans to return to her old profession after finishing this task, as it's a quick way to make money.

Among the assassin organizations, the most famous is the Shadowless Hall, followed by the Thousand Gold Pavilion; the others are just insignificant nobodies.

I never expected that even the so-called top assassin wouldn't be like this.

She wasn't afraid of this man named Ghost Blade at all, but the masked man in front of her made her feel a sense of danger. Besides, she was about to enter the capital and didn't want to cause herself any unnecessary trouble.

The man seemed amused, and lifted the hem of his dark coat to sit on the only intact chair in the room.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Your Majesty, I am late. Please punish me."

A man dressed in black, wearing a mask, nimbly climbed through the window and knelt down in front of the man.

"Go back and accept your punishment."

The man's voice was neither hurried nor slow, yet it carried an air of authority without anger.

Ghost Hand, enraged at being ignored, shouted, "Shut up! Let me go if you don't want her to die!"

The masked man casually glanced at Su Fuying, his aggressive gaze causing Su Fuying to feel uneasy.

"Kill him, so I don't get my hands dirty."

A casual remark made the masked figure holding her neck stiffen, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Since that's how it is, it's worth it to have this little beauty accompany me down here."

With a forceful pull, Su Fuying raised an eyebrow slightly, having not felt the sensation of a sharp blade slicing through flesh for a long time.

The masked man watched coldly, without moving an inch.

"Boom"

Ghost Face suddenly collapsed to the ground. All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The guard beside the man quickly gripped his sword sheath, his eyes scanning the woman in front of him. He hadn't even seen how she made her move, killing him with a single blow.

A hint of interest flashed in the man's sharp eyes, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth. He stood up and walked to her.

Su Fuying, at 1.7 meters tall, is considered tall anywhere, but now, standing in front of this terrifying man, she appears petite and delicate.

His gaze was scrutinizing, as if he wanted to dissect her inch by inch.

However, Su Fuying had seen it all in her previous life, assassinating high-ranking government officials and fighting her way through numerous experts, so she had long since learned to remain calm in the face of adversity.

The room was eerily quiet, with a faint smell of blood lingering in the air. Facing the two people opposite her, Su Fuying dared not relax for a moment.

Despite the circumstances, he remained calm and composed, and even managed to kill one of the men.

She was a woman with a delicate appearance. He had noticed her from the moment he entered, and she had watched the whole thing unfold without batting an eye.

Most women would have been terrified and made a scene upon seeing this, but his calmness reminded him of someone, which piqued his interest.

A large, well-defined hand slowly lifted her chin.

Perhaps due to years of martial arts training, there is a thin layer of calluses on his hands.

"interesting."

The man's casual tone carried a hint of interest.

Su Fuying grasped her wrist, his hand pausing for a moment.

The poison in his body is about to erupt.

"How can you get distracted while talking to me?"

A man's unhurried voice came from above, and his warm breath sprayed on his head.

"If you use your internal energy today, the poison will take effect immediately, but I can help you suppress it."

The woman slowly raised her eyelids, her gaze fixed on those deep eyes, her voice languid and tinged with coldness.

Upon hearing this, the man's breath caught in his throat, followed by an overwhelming killing intent. He gripped her fair neck tightly with his large hand.

The eyes beneath the mask gleamed with a chilling light.

"who are you?"

The man lowered his voice, but his tone left no room for argument, and his hand tightened its grip.

Tsk, still as annoying as ever, ready to kill at the slightest provocation.

The female protagonist reached out and gently pinched the man's arm. Suddenly, her arm went numb, and the pressure on her hand loosened for a moment.

Upon seeing this, Su Fuying immediately took a step back, keeping herself within a safe range.

Upon seeing his actions, the man couldn't help but sneer, "If I want to kill you, hiding no matter how far away you are won't help."

"Your honor."

The guards beside him were getting anxious and stepped forward to examine Su Fuying.

"Go back."

"But……"

The man glanced at him coldly, and he felt a chill run down his spine, involuntarily shivering. He quickly bowed and withdrew.

He was excited to hear that this woman could suppress the Venerable One's poison. Originally, it would have been some time before the Venerable One's poison took effect, and the old apothecary had also returned from his trip.

However, the reckless assassination attempt a few days ago, coupled with today's incident, caused Your Majesty to use too much internal energy, which may cause it to erupt prematurely.

"Tell me what the conditions are."

He turned around, walked to the bedside and sat down, looking lazily at Su Fuying.

"Now, right now, have a match with me."

The woman parted her red lips slightly, her eyes resolute.

The man tilted his head slightly, thinking he was hallucinating because he was so poisoned.

"Haha, are you sure?"

"If you die, who will treat me?"

The man leaned back slightly, his tone tinged with pleasure.

This was the first time Su Fuying had ever heard him speak in this tone. Damn it, she'd heard someone say online that a voice could make your ears pregnant, and it turned out to be true.

I quickly shook my head, trying to shake off those vulgar thoughts from my mind.

Wearing a mask every day might mean that the face underneath is ugly and unsightly, which is why you can't show it to others.

She really enjoys looking at handsome men.

"What a joke! What do I have to fear?"

Su Fuying stood with her hands on her hips, looking ready to get to work, which made people chuckle.

It's hard to imagine this pose appearing on a delicate woman.

"it is good."

The man gave a curt reply and got up to walk outside.

Su Fuying had only one thought in her mind: she must avenge her previous humiliation today.