On the wedding night, the newlywed prince put a sharp knife at her throat: "The Chu family sent you to send me back to the west. Do you know how to write the word "death"?"
Shen Weilan looked calm, pushed the blade away with his bare hands, and poured the Hexin wine into the charcoal fire with his backhand——
Chi! The green poisonous fire shot up three feet high!
"Your Majesty, the Chu family has been killing you for twelve years, and the chronic poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow. If you kill me tonight, you will become a wife-murderer tomorrow morning, just in time to make room for the youngest step-son."
The always violent and bloodthirsty Prince Feng Biao turned pale and stumbled to the ground.
Shen Weilan knelt down and bandaged his bloody wrist with very light movements. Her voice was like broken jade: "Your Majesty, if you want to live, you must draw your sword according to the rules I teach you."
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In her previous life, Shen Weilan endured and asked for mercy, but what she got in exchange was a cup of Juezi Soup and she died tragically in a side hospital.
To live a new life, to remarry the dying son, the whole capital was waiting to see how this sickly concubine would die in widowhood.
Who would have expected that he would establish his authority in the hall, slap someone with a borrowed knife, check for corruption, and seize the prize?
The dandy mad dog whom the whole capital avoided obediently handed the knife to her: "Madam, who do you want to kill today?"
Xiao Jue, the cold-blooded powerful minister who held sway over the entire government and was ruthless in killing people, broke into her boudoir in the middle of the night with dark eyes:
"I took advantage of this king's power to take control of the family and seize the direct descendant... Weilan, what do you plan to give in return?"
