Xiao Yao wished she could die.
What kind of karma was this!
She should never have bothered with this scoundrel. Why pity him for his sore throat?
What did it matter to her if he had difficulty speaking?
"What? Are you not going to treat my throat?" Feng Ye Xuan raised an eyebrow.
Xiao Yao glared at him.
Forget treating his throat, she'd be doing well if she didn't poison him.
Looking at the cup of tea before her, she felt incredibly wronged.
"Don't even think about poisoning me. I have experts everywhere. If you manage to poison me, you'll definitely be dragged to be buried with me."
Feng Ye Xuan enjoyed seeing her frustrated little face; it always improved his mood.
"Imagine sleeping with a corpse, with corpse worms crawling onto you..."
"Fine, I'll treat your throat! Who curses themselves as a corpse?" This dog of a prince was truly something else!
Finally, she added a bit of medicine to the tea.
At last, the cup of tea was presented to Feng Ye Xuan.
"It's a bit bitter, but it will be very helpful in clearing the toxins in your throat."
Feng Ye Xuan took it, glancing at her. "You didn't poison it?"
"I don't want to touch the corpse worms on someone!" Xiao Yao almost rolled her eyes.
A hint of amusement flickered in Feng Ye Xuan's eyes. He lowered his head and took a sip.
But after just one sip, his expression changed drastically.
The hand holding the cup instantly tightened, almost crushing it.
"What... what are you doing?" Xiao Yao, seeing his sudden change in demeanor, felt an inexplicable unease. "I didn't poison it..."
Feng Ye Xuan put down the cup, his tall frame suddenly rising. He grabbed her wrist, "Why..."
"What are you doing? I really didn't poison it!"
Was it because it was too bitter?
Xiao Yao grew anxious. "I told you it would be a bit bitter, but bitter medicine is good for your throat!"
"Why?" Feng Ye Xuan, however, seemed unable to hear anything else. He pulled her over and pressed her against the table.
His gaze wasn't exactly filled with killing intent, but it made Xiao Yao feel a deep, primal fear.
"I really didn't poison it. If you don't believe me, call the prince's physician to check."
Why had he become like this? His eyes looked as if he wanted to devour her; it was truly terrifying!
"Your Highness..."
"Why?" Feng Ye Xuan's words were always the same, his gaze fixed on Xiao Yao's face, his breathing utterly chaotic!
"Why what?" Xiao Yao was about to be driven mad by him.
But it didn't seem like he harbored any hostility towards her.
Yet, his demeanor and his eyes were incredibly frightening.
"Prince Xuan, let me go!"
Feng Ye Xuan pressed her against the table, his long fingers falling onto her face, rubbing it forcefully.
This face was not fake; it was real.
No, she wasn't!
She wasn't his dead woman!
But why? Why did the tea she gave him just now taste exactly the same as the one Li'er used to give him when he was in Long Teng Kingdom?
It was truly identical!
Why was this happening?
"Feng Ye Xuan!" Xiao Yao was truly enraged, pushing against his chest with all her might.
"If you don't let go, I won't be polite!"
But Feng Ye Xuan still didn't let go. His long fingers pressed down heavily on her face.
Xiao Yao, furious, struck his chest with her palm.
But she never expected this mad prince to neither dodge nor evade. In fact, as her palm force hit his vital point, he instantly retracted his protective aura.
It was only because he was afraid of hurting her.
This dog of a man...
A trickle of blood slid down the corner of Feng Ye Xuan's lips.
It dripped onto his clothes, spreading a patch of crimson.
That patch of deep red caught Xiao Yao's eye, causing her slightly blank mind to sway slightly.
Fragments of memory began to surface, slowly becoming clearer...