Stop Looking, Regent Prince: The Man from That Night Was Your Princess Consort

Her back ached.

Her legs hurt.

Even her lips hurt.

The man beside her had yet to wake. His features had returned to their usual cold severity, and a fresh knife wound remained on his shoulder.

Shen Zhaoning looked down at her rumpled clothes, then at him.

She remained silent for a full ten seconds.

Then she raised her hand and smacked him hard on the shoulder.

“I said I’d help you get rid of the poison.”

“Not use myself as the antidote!”