Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Yan Ling didn't say anything, and didn't even look at Feng Yaoguang.

He stared at Yan Donghuang without blinking, as if he wanted to find some clues from her face.

Yan Donghuang raised his eyebrows slightly: "Poisoned?"

Yan Ling nodded: "Yes."

Yan Donghuang's mouth corners raised: "Worse than death?"

Yan Ling nodded slowly: "Yeah."

Yan Donghuang smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes: "I have actually experienced this feeling."

As soon as the voice fell, the warm room suddenly became quiet.

Feng Yaoguang froze and turned to look at her in disbelief: "Your Highness?"

Yan Donghuang glanced at him: "You go out first."

Feng Yaoguang silently retracted his gaze, put down the chess piece in his hand, stood up and walked out, but couldn't help but wonder if what she said was true or false.

Poisoned?

Worse than death?

He frowned tightly, trying to recall when His Highness had been poisoned, when he had experienced the taste of poison that was worse than death... It seemed that he had never experienced it in those years on the battlefield. Could it be before he went to the battlefield?

Feng Yaoguang felt a little nervous, and felt a little heartache for no reason.

Because he knew that the princess had a hard time when she was young. If someone wanted to do something to her, a child who was not favored would not be able to escape...

"Sit down." Yan Donghuang said calmly.

Yan Ling had the same question as Feng Yaoguang, but he and Feng Yaoguang had different ideas.

At this moment, he was thinking that the poison he had given Yan Donghuang had never worked, so how could she have experienced that kind of feeling?

Could it be that Yan Donghuang had been poisoned somewhere else?

Yan Ling was worried and walked to the side and sat down silently.

"Treat someone the way he treats you." Yan Donghuang raised his lips slightly, looking at Yan Ling with a smile, "Have you heard this, Seventh Brother?"

Yan Ling's face changed, and he felt like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"You...what did you say?" He hid his uneasy expression and forced a smile, "Donghuang, I didn't quite understand what you said..."

"It's okay if I don't understand." Yan Donghuang picked up the teacup, lowered his eyes and took a sip, turned his head and looked out the window, "The weather is still a bit cold these two days. If the seventh brother is weak, you should stay in the palace to avoid the cold. Go out less and be careful not to catch a cold."

Yan Ling quietly clenched his hands and lowered his eyes and said: "Donghuang, I am worried about you, that The woman who just entered the mansion may have ulterior motives. If you keep her by your side, she..."

"You have ulterior motives!" The unhappy voice of the girl sounded outside the curtain, "I am loyal to Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess, and I will never be like those poisonous snakes hiding in the grass nests to harm others. Also, those who talk about others behind their backs are not gentlemen, but villains."

Yan Ling's face was pale and blue, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the curtain. He wanted to be angry, but thinking of the poison he had been poisoned with, he had to suppress his anger.

"Ziying." Yan Donghuang said in a light tone, "Didn't I ask you to go find Xie Yunjian? Why are you still here?"

Yuan Ziying replied, "Xie Yunjian is on duty and has no time to talk to me."

Yan Ling took the initiative to say before Yan Donghuang said the next word, "It's cold outside, Miss Ziying, come into the warm room and sit down."

"This is not your home. The princess hasn't spoken yet. Do you keep your word?" Yuan Ziying was annoyed, "I'm not afraid of the cold. It's good to stay outside."

Yan Ling pursed his lips, his expression was a little ugly.

Although he always showed a gentle and harmless face, he was born a prince after all. For so many years, has any woman dared to talk to him like this?

Yan Donghuang just drank tea carelessly, his expression was deep and unpredictable.

"Donghuang..."

"If the Seventh Brother is really poisoned, you can ask the imperial physician." Yan Donghuang said indifferently, "If the imperial physician can't cure the poison, it's useless for you to ask me."

Yan Ling lowered his eyes, his tone was gentle but he didn't hide his questioning: "How dare you say that this matter has nothing to do with you?"

"What does the Seventh Brother mean?" Yan Donghuang raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his eyes were cold, "Do you suspect that I poisoned you?"

Yan Ling didn't say anything, but his expression was tacit.

"Since the Seventh Brother suspects me, I also want to ask you a question." Yan Donghuang raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and raised a little sarcasm, "Seventh Brother, do you know who gave the Seven-Step Heartbreak Powder in Pingyang Hou's hand?"

Yan Ling's heart sank.

Looking up at Yan Donghuang's cold and calm eyes, he immediately understood that Yan Donghuang had already known all the truth.

Her cold attitude towards him these days was not an illusion, nor was it that she didn't recognize her relatives, but she really had a defensive heart towards him, and even had murderous intentions.

So the poisoning last night was her revenge?

"I don't know what you are talking about." Yan Ling lowered his eyes, hiding his inner panic and guilt, "Donghuang, didn't you say that Pingyang Hou has confessed..."

"It doesn't matter who he confessed to, I'm asking for your opinion now." Yan Donghuang's voice was indifferent, "If you don't know, forget it, please go back."

Yan Ling was silent.

A long silence.

He held the teacup, his fingers couldn't help tightening, and his face turned pale little by little.

He wanted to deny everything and wanted to get up and leave.

But when he thought of the torture of being worse than death when the poison took effect last night, his body couldn't move a step.

The atmosphere in the warm room was depressing.

Although there was a charcoal fire burning, it was warm, but it seemed that there was an indescribable cold air blowing in his face, making his whole body feel like he was immersed in ice water in the cold winter, and his limbs were cold and stiff.

At this moment, Yan Ling's mind seemed to be suddenly clear.

He really didn't have the ability to fight for the throne.

Yan Donghuang not only has a strong military force and powerful means, but he is even better than him in using poison.

He failed twice when he attacked her, but she made him live a life worse than death with just one attack.

What else can he use to fight with her?

Miao Qiyuan was right, he was too impatient.

He should have been patient and waited until all other princes were eliminated and Yan Donghuang had complete trust in him, then it would be the best time for him to take action.

But it was too late to say anything now.

Yan Ling took a deep breath and looked up at Yan Donghuang: "What do you want to ask me?"

"It depends on what you want to answer." Yan Donghuang said coldly, "You have been pretending for so many years, aren't you tired?"

Yan Ling sneered: "For the position above thousands of people, what's so tiring?"

"Then why don't you continue to pretend?" Yan Donghuang leaned on the couch, his posture lazy and leisurely, "You ordered Chen Shaoheng to attack me, do you think that I will only suspect Yan Ming and deal with Yan Ming, but can't find out the real mastermind behind the scenes?"

Yan Ming didn't speak, his face was stiff and pale.

"The Seven-Step Heart-Breaking Powder was meant to kill me." Yan Donghuang stared at Yan Ling, with a cold look in his eyes. "Yan Ling, you are too impatient. Even if I die of poisoning, do you think the throne is yours?"

Yan Ling pursed his lips.

"Yan Ming was demoted to a prince, and he has no spare energy to fight for the throne. Even if my death implicates him, you will not be the final winner."

"Yan Zhang is the son of the imperial concubine, and he has the support of the King of Wuyang in his fiefdom. What can you use to fight him? Just relying on that sinister person you invited from nowhere?"

Yan Ling was silent for a moment: "I didn't want you to die..."

"It doesn't matter." Yan Donghuang said indifferently and ruthlessly, "Yan Ling, you ruined your own life with your own hands."

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