The Phoenix's Cry Shakes the Heavens: The Poison Doctor's Rebellious Consort

The stench of blood mingled with the festive red silk of the wedding, blending in Shen Ning’s memory into a thick nightmare she could never shake.

Now, it seemed that nightmare was about to return.

She crashed into a carriage and fell into a cool embrace scented with sandalwood.

The next instant, a long, powerful hand clamped precisely around her slender throat.