[Two peerless poison doctors + mutually doting power couple + play the pig to eat the tiger + decisive and ruthless + seniority gap]
The carriage was dim. Three repeating crossbows pressed against Ye Qingling’s brow.
The man wore a black python robe. At twenty, he had fingers like iron clamps around her throat, lifting her off the ground.
“You dare crash into my carriage? A concubine-born daughter of the Minister of Rites, are you tired of living?”
His voice was icy, his eyes holding the power of life and death over thirty thousand iron cavalry.
Choking in agony, she neither flinched nor dodged. Her wrist moved with lightning speed.
A tiny poisoned needle pierced the skin on the side of the man’s neck without hesitation, aimed squarely at his carotid artery.
“Is the three-inch patch of cold in Your Highness’s chest caused by the Western Regions’ rare poison, Seven-Star Begonia?”
Facing the man’s sudden, murderous fury, she showed no fear and refused to yield an inch.
“Without my Nine Yin Rejuvenation Needles, Ninth Imperial Uncle won’t last until next month’s full moon.
Keep the Marquis of Dingguo’s wedding sedan chair outside from reaching me, and let your prince’s residence be my shelter.
It’s a good deal for you.”
One was a living demon king who commanded a vast army and killed without blinking.
The other was a concubine-born daughter, a poison doctor whose ruthless skills hid beneath an unassuming facade.
In the cramped carriage, their sharp edges clashed, needle against needle.
When the nominal uncle and niece break through the constraints of propriety, which one will be the one brought to heel?
