The Poisonous Consort, the Regent's Beloved

The crescent moon hung high in the sky, its soft light spilling into the woods. The bright moonlight dispelled the darkness, the leaves rustled, and even the severed branches were tinged with a faint luster.

In the woods, two figures stood facing each other.

Su Fuying was unarmed, but she was skilled in short weapons and close combat.

Fearing that using a short blade would reveal her identity, she was currently wearing a human skin mask. She was very confident in her skills and was not worried that the man would recognize her at a glance.

"Without weapons?"

Su Fuying raised an eyebrow, her tone flippant, and asked with her chin raised.

"Two hands are enough."

"Insanity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Fuying pushed off the ground with his back foot, and his body shot forward like a streak of light.

His punches were swift and lightning-fast, leaving afterimages and whistling sounds that sent chills down one's spine.

The man dodged to the side, but before he could catch his breath, another flying kick came. The man raised his hand to block in front of his chest, but still took a slight step back.

At this moment, he also put away the nonchalance in his eyes, retracted his right palm, and his left fist spun forward from his waist without hesitation. With a swing of his arm, a vast and powerful fist force was unleashed, and the ground churned up wherever the fist struck, as terrifying as a giant dragon splitting the earth.

Su Fuying was unable to dodge in time and was hit in the left shoulder. The pain of the dislocated bone came over her. She gritted her teeth and heard a "crack". Su Fuying moved her arm expressionlessly.

Damn it, she hates internal energy.

A hint of admiration flashed in the man's eyes.

"It's not too late to beg for mercy now."

The man's voice was languid and steady, but with a hint of mockery in his tone.

Before he could finish speaking, the woman's lithe figure hurtled forward like a cannonball.

Sikong, hiding in the shadows, stamped his feet in frustration. What was wrong with His Majesty? Knowing that he shouldn't use his inner strength recklessly, he wasted his time on a woman today.

They dared not step forward, fearing that if they went back, they would be punished twice as severely and ridiculed again.

"cough,"

Before Sikong could react, Su Fuying had already kicked his master in the chest. The man staggered back two steps, clutching his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Su Fuying was slightly stunned. She had used all her strength in that kick, but with his skill, dodging it was more than enough.

No, she had sensed something was wrong from the beginning. The man's movements had become somewhat sluggish. She thought he was just looking down on her and didn't bother to use his full strength.

"Your honor."

A loud roar came from the woods, and a figure stepped into the air and quickly ran to the man to help him up.

"Wait, don't touch him."

Su Fuying shouted sternly, then quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and placed her hand on his pulse.

"Damn woman, it's all your fault. You knew His Majesty was poisoned, yet you still took advantage of him. If anything happens to His Majesty, you wouldn't be able to pay for it even with a hundred lives."

The masked guard's eyes were wide with rage, looking ready to fight Su Fuying at any moment; the mask on his face was almost blown off by the wind.

"Noisy."

Sikong felt a sharp pain in his neck, and his throat instantly became unable to make any sound. He reached out and pulled out a silver needle, then pointed it at Su Fuying and made a whimpering sound.

"If you keep making noise, your Venerable One will be dead."

Su Fuying spoke calmly as she swiftly inserted silver needles into the man's body.

She didn't take advantage of her vulnerability. Before proposing the match, she checked her pulse and knew that the poison would erupt today. She also knew that using internal energy would cause the meridians to flow backward, accelerating the poison's onset.

However, she had checked and found that the medicine she had taken a few days ago would temporarily alleviate the poisoning. Even if she used her internal energy today, the poison would not take effect so quickly.

"Help me hold this up."

Seeing that his breathing was gradually stabilizing, Su Fuying ordered the guards, who had a bitter expression on their faces, to help the man back to the inn.

She couldn't lift that tall man by herself.

When the two returned to the inn, Su Fuying was covered in sweat.

You stinky man, why are you eating so much?

While silently purging his stomach, his hands never stopped moving.

She ripped open her belt and pulled off her clothes. Sikong, who was standing to the side, was dumbfounded. He pointed at Su Fuying with a trembling hand, unable to say a word, his face turning red with anxiety.

She reached out to unzip the man's pants, saying, "You go outside and keep watch. Don't let anyone disturb us."

Sikong shook his head vigorously, refusing to leave. He was worried about this woman's unknown origins and what if she intended to harm His Majesty? He had to protect His Majesty.

"Get out if you don't want him to die."

Su Fuying was somewhat irritated and turned her head to glare at him coldly.

The Venerable One didn't kill her just now, so he shouldn't be a bad person. Sikong glanced at the man on the bed a few more times with reluctance before going out to stand guard at the door.

The hand that was on the man's waistband hesitated for a moment. After a struggle with her thoughts, she decided against it. Considering how chaste he had been last time, she worried that if he had a wife and children, it would have a bad influence in this feudal society.

Two little voices were fighting in my head: to save him or not to save him? I've already stabilized his condition, and it'll be enough to wait for the person who has been suppressing the toxins for him all these years.

He reached into his robes and stroked the token, his gaze hardening as he finally made up his mind.

Su Fuying fed him a pill, took out a small bag containing all sorts of silver needles, and with practiced skill, she moved so fast that she left afterimages. Soon, the man's naked body was covered with silver needles, making him look like a hedgehog.

He wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, stood up and looked around. The man's men were quite capable; they had cleaned the room so quickly. The new tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and a faint sandalwood scent lingered in the air.

He walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he walked to the bedside and saw that a mass of black blood had formed on the man's chest.

Su Fuying admired him somewhat at this moment. When Du Shuang erupted, it felt as if his heart was being crushed alive, then pieced back together, then crushed again. The pain slowly spread to his limbs and bones. This kind of poison was torturing people to death.

When the poison took effect, he didn't utter a word and even went back and forth with her for a few rounds.

A real man.

Su Fuying silently gave him a thumbs up in her heart.

Seeing the silver mask on the man's face, she was moved and reached out to lift it up to take a look, but when she touched the edge of the mask, she struggled.

Amitabha Buddha, I'd better not watch it, lest it be too ugly and affect my mood. What if I just cut him off?

He drew the dagger, heated it over a candle to disinfect it, and then sliced ​​the man's muscular chest with the sharp blade. Black blood, as black as ink, slowly flowed out. After about half a cup of tea's time, the blood gradually turned crimson. He immediately removed the silver needles to stop the bleeding.

That's all I can do for you.

Just as Su Fuying was about to pack her things and leave, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that the wound on the man's arm had reopened and was gradually seeping blood. She sighed softly, "Considering that I didn't think things through today, I just treated it for you to avoid anyone accusing me of taking advantage of you."

While tending to her wounds, she felt a bit resentful about all the effort she had put in today. "My consultation fees used to be astronomical. How are you going to thank me when you wake up?"

"Ah."

A soft laugh reached her ears, and Su Fuying paused. "Damn, is this person a robot? She woke up so quickly? Could it be that her skills have improved again?"

"How much do you want?"

The man's eyes were slightly closed, and his thin lips beneath the mask curved into a slight smile, conveying a hint of pleasure.

If Sikong saw this, his jaw would probably drop in astonishment.

"I can have as many as I want?"