When Mu Lingyue stretched out her hand to scratch her face, she saw that the back of her hand was covered with red spots.

She herself was startled and hurriedly opened her sleeves... Her arms, as white as lotus roots, were also covered with red spots.

She was stunned...and stretched out her hand to touch her face. There were red spots on her hands, and her face...

Looking at Mo Nu's shocked expression, her face turned ugly.

"How does it taste?"[

Lan Qingyue slowly sat up, walked to her with graceful steps, sighed softly, with a regretful expression on her face, "What will you do on your wedding day if you look like this..."

Mu Lingyue couldn't think of talking, her whole body was itching terribly, and she stretched out her hand to scratch her face.

Lan Qingyue grabbed her hand and smiled frivolously, "If this face is scratched again, no one will want it."

"Your Highness, be careful and don't get infected."

Seeing Lan Qingyue holding Mu Lingyue's hand, Mo Nu said worriedly.

Lan Qingyue didn't care at all. She held her hand tightly and said lazily, "Next time, if you remember to plot against me, use a smarter method. Don't let me see it at a glance again. Then

It’s really boring.”

He is allergic to the smell of peonies.

No matter how hard she used other scents to cover it up, he could still smell it.

Seeing her ugly smiling face covered with red dots, Lan Qingyue felt inexplicably good.

It seems that we were right to save this little girl.

At least, she can serve as a pistachio, making his life less boring.

It turns out...he knew early on...

Mu Lingyue was so angry that she blew her beard and stared, but who can blame her?

She has a profound understanding of the profound meaning of the word "self-inflicted".

Mo Nu sent Mu Lingyue back to Dongfang Wuye Mansion.

Before leaving, I threw a box to her, saying that rubbing it would help get rid of the red spots on her body.

After a tossing night, Mu Lingyue couldn't sleep again.

Early the next morning, Zi Yan knocked on her door.

"Sister Lingyue, I'm sorry... I made you suffer in order to understand the poison in Zi Yan."[

Zi Yan stood in front of her with tears in her eyes. After drinking blood for several days, her complexion improved a lot. At least, there was no trace of blood on her face anymore.

She held a bowl of soup in her hand, still steaming, "Sister Lingyue, this is the tonic soup made by Zi Yan herself. You can drink it while it's hot."

Mu Lingyue was most afraid of her crying, and would get a headache whenever she saw her eyes red.

Once Zi Yan starts to cry, there is no end to the fun. She has to be coaxed for a long time. Like a person made of water, she sheds tears at every turn.

She nodded hurriedly, feeling a little nauseous when she smelled the tonic soup, so she took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"Sister Lingyue, does it taste good?"

"Um..."

She nodded. She drank it so quickly. In fact, she had no idea what the tonic soup tasted like.

However, Zi Yan's thoughtfulness in making soup for her by herself is commendable.

"Sister Lingyue, aren't you afraid that I will put medicine in the soup?"

Mu Lingyue was stunned and laughed. What she asked was really strange.

How could she suspect that she had drugged the soup?

She has no grudges or grudges with her.

"Silly girl, why did you drug me?"

"That's a strange question of yours...if I drugged you, of course I would harm you."

Zi Yan's soft and melodious voice suddenly turned cold, and her sneer accompanied by it reached Mu Lingyue's ears.
Chapter completed!