In Prince Li's Manor, the lights were bright. Today was the day that Prince Li married Mu Chengyuan.

In the dark room of the candlelight, Mu Chengxuan was pressing down on Feng Jiu's body. His deep pupils were exceptionally cold in the room.

All of a sudden, the figure outside the window moved. In a flash, he was lying in front of the window.

Mu Chengxuan's body was heavy, but his voice was filled with killing intent.

"You'd better cooperate or die. You choose one."

Feng Jiu glanced at him indifferently. Sure enough, a figure moved outside the window.

A faint smile flashed across her beautiful face. She opened her red lips and said, Is this the attitude of His Highness to ask for help?

The faint fragrance on the wedding robe spread out, mixed with the girl's body fragrance, and entered Mu Chengyuan's nose.

Looking at his sharp brows and his instinctive desire to distance himself from her, Feng Qing Jiu suddenly remembered that this man was famous for not being able to smell incense. The entire Prince Li's Manor didn't even have the scent of flowers.

She came up with a plan and put her whole body on him in revenge. She pulled out her arm and wrapped it around the man's waist, forcing him to get closer to her.

Feng Jiu took advantage of the situation and placed her hand on Mu Chengyuan's chest.

"How does it taste? It has been fragrant for three days."

There was a dangerous aura in his dark and deep eyes. His face was slightly pale, his lips were thin and red, and his eyebrows and eyes were sharp. He frowned and seemed to hate this kind of fragrance.

Feng Jiu Jiu succeeded and smiled cunningly.

She could even feel that Mu Chengyuan's breath was chaotic.

Do you really hate incense so much?

When the figure outside the room left, Mu Chengxuan, who was lying on the couch, immediately got up.

Mu Chengxuan's black eyes were cold and his expression was unhappy. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back and a terrifying aura gathered around him. He said in a low and deep voice, "Feng Jiu, you did it on purpose."

Feng Qing Jiu sat up with an indifferent expression.

The smell in the room instantly solidified, mixed with a strong fragrance...

Mu Chengxuan's face turned paler and paler. His eyes were so cold that they were freezing cold. The Buddha wanted to make a hole in her.

Before Feng Qing Jiu could reply, she saw Mu Chengyuan suddenly furrowing his brows tightly and spewing out a mouthful of blood uncontrollably.

She saw it clearly. The blood fell in the candlelight, and her hair was black and purple. Obviously, she was poisoned, and it was not light. The poisoning history was at least five years old.

Feng Qing Jiu stood up and looked down at the man who was half kneeling on the ground. She couldn't hold on any longer and even looked as if she could hold on any longer. She shook her head helplessly and stretched out her hand towards him. "Stop holding back. Lie on the bed. Hand over. I'll treat your illness..."

He couldn't die on the first day of his time-travel here, not to mention the benevolence of a doctor.

"Get lost."

Mu Chengxuan shook off her outstretched hand and propped himself up to the bedside. His suppressed and dark gaze gradually became turbid.

At this moment, the man's face was paler, and his thin lips were black. His body finally couldn't hold on and slowly collapsed. He couldn't move anymore.

Feng Jiu held back the emotions in her eyes and forcefully grabbed his hand to feel his pulse. Ignoring his dark and resistant gaze, she flipped over his eyelids.

It was a type of slow-fire poison that she had never seen before. It had been a long time.

Even the original owner didn't know that he had been pretending so well...

This type of poison had an effect on Su Hexiang. Just the smell alone was enough to make the poison flare up, indicating that the poison had already penetrated deep into his bones.

After a moment of hesitation, she put her fingers together and wandered around several of his acupoints. In just one breath, the technique was as fast as a ghost.

This was the ghostly acupoint technique passed down from Feng Qing Jiu's ancestors. She was the most talented successor and had mastered it since she was nine years old.

Mu Chengxuan looked at how fast her fingers were moving, but the sensation on his body was real. Soon, he felt the blood in his heart surge, and a mouthful of dark brown blood was gushing out of his throat.

It was shocking.

However, his body could move.

The man's eyes flickered between bright and dark. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The candlelight made his face pale, and his thin lips were particularly red and gorgeous.

How could that brainless and vicious First Miss have such a thing? How could she have saved someone?

"Don't think that you can please me like this..."

Feng Qing Jiu stood up and said in an indifferent tone, "It doesn't matter if you're a widow or not since you're dead. I just feel that it's not good for you to die in my wedding room."

Mu Chengyuan's dark eyes were obviously colder, and there were some emotions in his eyes that she could not see clearly.

The man stood up with his hands on his chest. His eyes were calm, and his cold and fierce aura spread around him. He warned her again, "I don't care what tricks you are playing. If you dare to tell others that I was poisoned, you will bear the consequences. From today on, you will stay here and be your Consort Li. If you dare to cause any trouble, especially don't provoke me, give it a try."

As she spoke, she slowly took a step closer to Feng Jiu, her tone carrying a cold threat.

Yue Xinmei was Mu Chengyuan's Bai Yueguang, the only orphan of the Yue Family. She had been his co-consort for many years. Because of her poor health, she had not been brought up. However, Mu Chengyuan had been particularly fond of this woman for many years. Except for her, Mu Chengyuan had never accepted any other woman...

Feng Jiu gave a cold snort. This man was treating her savior just like that?

Just now, she looked like she was about to die, but when she got up, she refused to admit it.

What a damn man.

"Take good care of your little wife and don't make trouble for me. Otherwise, you will have to bear the consequences."

"Feng Qingjiu!" Mu Chengxuan gnashed his teeth and called out her name.

Feng Qing Jiu raised her eyebrows and walked up to him with a strong fragrance. She tilted her head and asked, "What is it?"

Looking at Mu Chengyuan's pale face, she felt inexplicably happy...

"I won't warn you again." After that, he waved his sleeve and went out.

Take care, Your Highness.

Feng Qing Jiu closed the door, and her eyes were covered with a layer of cold and arrogant frost.

The most important thing was to escape from the prince's mansion so that she could live a wonderful life! Even this cold-blooded prince could not live for long, so she did not want to stay.

However, Feng Qing Jiu was a little sleepy. She had only used the Ghost Hand to point at her acupoints once, but her weak little chick-like body was already unable to endure it. How many steps could she run outside?

I'd better take good care of my body and think about it later...