Originally thought that she could find a way to detoxify just by taking a glance, first appease Jiang Ling, but unexpectedly the poison was unfathomable, and she had no clue.
"I can’t deal with this poison. Even if you kill me, I can’t do anything."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ling swiftly reached out and grabbed Luoyang’s neck, a ruthless and fierce light flashing in his eyes, as he lowered his voice in a threat.
"Do you really think I don’t dare to kill you?!"
Luoyang was skilled in martial arts, but in front of Jiang Ling, she was utterly powerless. His strength was astonishing and cruel, and despite Luoyang’s struggles, she couldn’t move him an inch.
Finally, with no other choice, Luoyang played her last card, lifted her hand and flicked the powder hidden in her nails. Jiang Ling reacted quickly but still inhaled some of it, causing him to frown and tighten his grip further.
"Do you want to die?"
"If you kill me, both you and she will be buried with me!"
Just as she finished speaking, Jiang Ling felt a heat rushing under his nose, reached up to touch it, and found his hand covered in blood.
Besides the nosebleed, his body began to heat up inexplicably, his entire being uncomfortable and restless like being in a furnace, choking and agitated.
"Did you poison me with a lust toxin?!"
Upon hearing this, Luoyang was momentarily puzzled, but there was no time to think it through as she seized the moment of Jiang Ling’s distraction to quickly escape a few steps back.
Looking down, she realized she had used the wrong poison. She had originally intended to use some itching powder to give Jiang Ling a bit of trouble, not expecting to mistakenly use a lust toxin she had never used before.
Facing Jiang Ling, Luoyang momentarily did not know how to speak. She wanted to explain but didn’t know where to start, so she could only pretend to be calm and said.
"You wanted to kill me? You won’t survive the lust toxin either unless it’s resolved. You’re already a fish on the chopping board, and you dare to be rude to me?"
Jiang Ling clenched his fists, forcefully suppressing the surging desires within him, striving to control his impulses as he reached out to Luoyang.
"Give me the antidote!"
"If I give it to you, what if you still want to kill me?"
"I’ll kill you regardless!"
Saying this, Jiang Ling gathered his energy to draw his sword, but in the next second, every part of his body felt like a red-hot iron, growing increasingly painful and uncomfortable. His face flushed, he stood still, coldly staring at the woman in front of him.
Luoyang chuckled smugly.
"Try channeling your energy once more?"
"Give me the antidote, and I’ll let you go."
Looking at the man in front of her, who was repressing and enduring his struggle, Luoyang inexplicably found it somewhat amusing. Such a powerful man was ultimately subdued by her, though with his enormous backing, this leverage should not be given up lightly.
So she decided to tease him further, taking out the antidote and shaking it as the sound of pills clinking in the bottle made Jiang Ling’s eyes redden even more.
"Young General Jiang, you’re only seventeen this year, right? Want the antidote? Call me sister and let me hear."
"..."
"Just moments ago, you wanted to kill me, and now you’re not showing any sincerity. Why should I trust you?"
"What sincerity do you want?"
"Lend me your Black Moon Token for two days."
"Don’t even think about it!"
The Black Moon Token can command his three thousand hidden guards at will, and yet Luoyang dared to ask for it!
"Then you can hold it in. Anyway, the antidote is with me. If you don’t show some sincerity, go ahead and try to catch me. If you can, I’ll give it to you!"
Saying this, Luoyang turned towards the courtyard gate, listening for any activity from behind. When she realized there was no sound at all, she looked back and was suddenly surrounded by several dark shadows.
Not Jiang Ling, but his hidden guards, had already surrounded her heavily.
"Luoyang got caught again; finally back to the original plot line a bit."
Little Buding was getting a little worried, fearing Jiang Lai couldn’t handle the original plot. If Jiang Ling and Luoyang joined forces, Jiang Lai’s task would be utterly doomed.
In bed, Jiang Lai was leaning against his pillow engrossed in the sketchbook he hid under his pillow, listening to Little Buding relay the situation outside in real-time.
"Is this how the original storyline got the two to know each other?"
"Luoyang got pregnant with the protagonist’s child around this time."
"..."
Little Buding asked sternly.
"Did you even bother reading the parts after?"
Jiang Lai raised an eyebrow, dismissively.
"According to the original plot, around this time, I would already be dead, so why should I read the rest of it, what bad luck."
"If you hadn’t interfered, around this time, the male and female leads would’ve already liked each other, just hadn’t broken through the barriers. Later, they formed a bond because Jiang Ling accidentally got hit by Luoyang’s lust toxin. The chaste protagonist was allergic to any woman but the female lead, so naturally, he involved her in detoxification.
Afterwards, when the protagonist woke up, the female lead had already run away. Later, the protagonist returned to Chu Country to become the monarch, always searching for the female lead, and the female lead pregnant with his child gave birth to a genius son..."
"Stop, stop, not as interesting as the sketches in my hand, shut up."
Little Buding stayed silent for a while, then couldn’t help but speak up again.
"Jiang Ling now looks like a wolf; he caught Luoyang again. Isn’t he just going to find her?"
Jiang Lai continued to look at his sketches, murmuring.
"Then there’s no choice. Let’s see if we can poison Jiang Ling into a cripple by then..."
Little Buding: "..."
Jiang Lai began to feel a bit sleepy as he looked; as soon as he closed his sketchbook, the door to the room opened.
Who would come over at this time besides Jiang Ling?
But shouldn’t Jiang Ling be busy detoxifying, even if not from Luoyang, find someone else.
Then who could it be now?
The next second, a tall dark shadow appeared before his eyes, eyes slightly wet with a deep red gaze, breathing rapidly, taking steps that were somewhat disordered and anxious.
Jiang Lai’s hand holding the sketchbook trembled slightly, trying to maintain his composure as he looked at the wolf-like Jiang Ling before him, his face adopting a weakened expression, almost as if on his last breath, accompanied by a few soft coughs.
"Cough cough... Ling, what brings you looking for your sister?"
One sentence, two meanings.
I’m sick, about to die.
I’m your dang sister.
Though unrelated by blood, still your official sister.
Hoping to awaken the little conscience and shame you have, which is even less now inadequate.
Jiang Ling stared at her, taking one step after another, slowly sitting down. If Jiang Lai hadn’t known what happened outside, he’d think Jiang Ling was just a normal person.
But as he got closer, despite no change in expression, the heat emanating from him was slightly intimidating.
Jiang Lai discreetly inched further away.
Jiang Ling stared at her, leaned in, reached out his hand circling around Jiang Lai’s back and then... pulled out the sketchbook from under her pillow.
"Sister, are the sketches good?"
Watching Jiang Ling flipping through the sketchbook in his hands, Jiang Lai, for a moment, felt a completely irrational sense of panic in his heart.
"Cough cough cough... lying idle all day, I could only rely on these for solace."
"Sister... do you still remember I once told you, when feigning illness... not to paint your face too white?"