On the first day when I was dressed as a wedding bride, I set a small goal for myself: stay alive, don't die, and give the ailing Prince Jing a ride. It is rumored that King Jing Shen Yan is dying soon and he has to cough up three mouthfuls of blood every time he takes a step. As an abandoned son who was sent by my family to be used as "consumables", in order to survive, I had to obey the forces behind me and feed this "short-lived ghost" with nourishing soup every day. Of course, there is some "stuff" added to the soup. I looked at his face as pale as paper, and there was no emotion in my heart. I even wanted to laugh: "Your Majesty, drink it while it's hot to replenish your health." He drank it meekly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and an imperceptible hint of joking flashed in his eyes: "Thank you, my dear, this soup... Is very sweet." Then, a miracle happened. I was so frightened by the poison, but he became more energetic day by day, and could even talk to me about the affairs of the court late at night. I thought the poison had failed, until one day, he crushed the medicine bowl containing arsenic in front of me, revealing the ferocious and domineering red dragon pattern under his collarbone. He came up to me, pressed me against the couch, gently lifted my chin with his fingertips, and smiled in a terrifying way: "My dear concubine, how about giving you half of this country? But the premise is that you must first learn how to drug me to make it more deadly." Me: "..." Is it too late to run away now? Waiting online, quite urgent.
