Chapter 9 Torturing the Enemy
Rage and hatred burned in my chest, I almost tore off Qi Wanwan's scalp, asking softly.
"How is it, such clean river water, does it taste good?"
Qi Wanwan was exhausted, without even strength to glare at me, just gnashed her teeth and asked.
"You treat me like this, aren't you afraid Third Highness will know?"
I raised my brow, patted her pale face.
"Zhao Yan won't know. Even if he knows, it will be the truth I weave for him."
"Qi Wanwan, you're not the only one who can frame."
"I'll make you reap what you sow, taste real pain."
I threw her aside and walked to Wei Chuan.
He looked at me in terror, seemingly calm, but his trembling pupils had exposed his fear.
I smiled lightly, suddenly kicked him in the chest.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, hurriedly brought out his identity.
"I'm the son of Minister Wei, Princess Tangyue, if you kill me, when my father investigates you, he won't let it go!"
"Hehe, threatening me?" I stepped on his head and ground it hard, looking down with a laugh.
"Don't think I don't know, you're also a son born to a maid, so you and Qi Wanwan are kindred spirits."
"Rest assured, I'll fulfill you two, arrange a poignant and tragic death for you."
In my previous life, after Wei Chuan hid Qi Wanwan, he participated in the imperial exam the next year and was successfully named top scholar.
I married him because he personally asked Father Emperor for my hand.
And I agreed for Zhao Yan.
Imperial Consort Mother said Wei Chuan was talented and could be a help to Imperial Brother.
So I sacrificed my own happiness.
After marriage, we treated each other with respect.
But I never thought he was also Qi Wanwan's person, from the day he married me, he put undetectable chronic poison in the nuptial wine.
If not for one day I suddenly bled, I might still be in the dark.
Thinking the discomfort in my body was all sequelae from drinking that bowl of fish soup.