Forced her into demonic possession: There will be no more gods in the world!

Chapter 13 Old Lady Yun Picks a Fight

Murong Qian was poisoned on the night of the full moon. After drinking Yun Juan's blood to temporarily suppress the poison, she staggered back to her residence.

When his personal guard Qingming saw his master return, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He wanted to follow, but the prince wouldn't allow it.

The wind was unusually cool tonight, but the prince's forehead was already covered in sweat.

"Your Highness, you... have been poisoned!" Qingming quickly helped the person into the house and poured a cup of tea.

"Don't make a sound, go and call Sikong over! He won't die for now!" Since drinking that little girl's blood, this time the poisoning hasn't been as painful as before, and even the pain has decreased.

"What did you go out for so late at night? I told you the poison would flare up tonight, but you seemed not to hear me!" Sikong grumbled as he walked over.

Sikong was also one of Murong Qian's friends. As a descendant of the Divine Doctor Valley, he was not involved in any royal affairs, yet he became Murong Qian's honored guest.

When Murong Qian sought medical help at the Valley of Divine Physicians, the Valley Master saved his life with a snow lotus from the Tianshan Mountains.

He also discovered by chance that Sikong, the disciple of the Valley Master of Divine Physician Valley, was more skilled in poisons than in medicine.

He lured him with benefits, and since the Valley of Divine Physicians didn't have many freshly dead corpses for him to study, he seized on Sikong's weakness and brought him to the capital.

"Hmph, if I had known you were such a troublesome fellow, I wouldn't have come to the capital with you. Come on, give me your hand!" Although Sikong kept grumbling, he didn't hesitate at all in his actions.

After taking his pulse, Sikong was clearly incredulous and took it several more times.

"Strange... What did you eat today? Or did you meet some enlightened master? Has the poison been suppressed?" Sikong grabbed Murong Qian's sleeve excitedly and asked.

"Let go! She didn't eat anything, just drank a few drops of blood!" Murong Qian thought of that stubborn little girl he couldn't understand, and found it amusing, so he couldn't help but smile slightly.

Sikong quickly grasped the key point!

"A few drops of blood? Good heavens, whose blood is this? It can suppress the poison in your body. Could this person be immune to all poisons? Hehe... Could we get some to study?" Sikong's eyes gleamed.

I was incredibly excited and eager to try it out. I couldn't wait to find out who this person was and get her blood to study it.

"You... don't even think about it! There are already so many corpses, isn't that enough for you to study? Now you're starting to study living people? The mass grave can't hold you anymore, is it?" To make it easier for Sikong to study the corpses, Murong Qian specially dug a secret passage in the mansion leading to the mass grave outside the city.

Sikong sensed something was amiss and immediately forced a smile, "Enough, enough, I can confess, I can confess! I see you don't have anything to do today! I haven't finished examining the corpse yet! I'll be going now!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sikong seized the opportunity to slip away, fearing that the other party might block the secret passage at the slightest provocation, which was his lifeline.

He can stand by and watch someone die, but he cannot refrain from conducting research.

After seeing Yun Juan tonight, something seemed to awaken in Murong Qian's mind. He felt as if he knew her, as if there was a sense of familiarity.

He glanced at the red thread on his hand and noticed it had grown a little longer. Was it because he had seen her today? Or had the poison taken effect?

Murong Qian still did not attend court the next day. Since returning from the battlefield, he had claimed to be ill and had not attended court.

Even the emperor couldn't tell whether he was truly poisoned or not; if he was, how come he's still alive and well after all this time?

If it's fake, then why hasn't he attended court for so long? One imperial decree after another has been issued to grant marriages, eight of which resulted in the deaths of eight brides. The ninth one is Yun Quan, the legitimate daughter of Prime Minister Yun.

The other party was not yet of marriageable age, so although the imperial decree was issued, the wedding still had to wait.

This was also a way for the emperor to save face. Otherwise, if eight brides died after eight marriages he had already arranged, he couldn't just keep doing it, could he? If things continued like this, the court officials would be filled with resentment.

Is the throne more important, or eliminating a prince? He knew what was important and what was urgent.

Meanwhile, Yun Quan had just finished eating her instant noodles when she heard Qing He knocking on the door.

"Miss, Granny Jin has arrived. She says the old lady wishes to see you!"

Yun Juan couldn't help but roll her eyes. That old hag hadn't given up yet? Had she forgotten how she'd fainted from anger that day?

"Let her in!" Yun Juan waved her hand and quickly put the food on the table into her spatial storage.

The space has an automatic cleaning function, so it can automatically recycle any amount of trash, so there's no need to worry at all!

"This old servant greets Miss, the old lady invites you!" Granny Jin was quite obedient, but since she was that old woman's person, Yun Juan didn't give her a good look!

"Qinghe, come with me!" Yun Juan really admired this old lady Yun. There's a saying: "If you don't court death, you won't die."

She really loves dancing in people's minefield! Well then, let this super-duper beautiful girl teach her a lesson! Roll on, little cow!

When Yun Quan arrived, the old lady had already finished her breakfast.

"She is Ting'er's child after all, and these rules cannot be forgotten! Everyone in the manor must get up early every day to pay their respects, do you understand?" The old lady had barely finished speaking.

Yun Juan couldn't help but want to unleash a torrent of profanities.

So this old woman was waiting for me here! Making me get up early to pay my respects? Doesn't she fear shortening her lifespan?!

“Grandma, you’re getting old, and I understand that you’re having trouble sleeping! But you expect us young people to get up early to pay our respects? Are you the boss who pays our salaries?” Yun Juan didn’t hold back at all and directly confronted the old lady.

Yunrong, who was sitting next to her, couldn't sit still any longer and came up to her with a wronged look on her face: "Sister, how could you say that about Grandmother? Grandmother is old, and it is we younger generations who should get up early to pay our respects and show our filial piety!"

Grandma Yun was very pleased to hear Yun Rong's words and gave Yun Rong a kind smile.

Yun Quan felt nauseous just looking at it, and even the instant noodles she ate that morning didn't taste good anymore.

"Look at my little sister Yun, with that pitiful expression. Do you really think you're Lin Daiyu? Filial piety? When Grandmother passes away, I'll remember to burn two more old men to serve her, so she won't be lonely down there!" Yun Juan casually sat down on the stool next to her.

Inviting her over but not letting her sit down—this kind of manipulative tactic is nothing compared to the palace intrigue dramas I've watched, especially with Sister Huan.

"You...you..." When Grandma Yun heard Yun Juan's words, she pointed at Yun Juan's nose again, not understanding how a young lady could say such shameless things.

"Sister Yun, what are you saying? How could you say that to Grandmother? Grandmother keeps talking about you! All her efforts have been wasted." Yun Rong continued to play the role of a dutiful granddaughter speaking up for her grandmother.

Yun Juan felt even more disgusted. Ugh... the ability to lie through one's teeth is something only the ancients could do!