CHAPTER 122: CHAPTER 33: THE SLACKER PRINCESS REFUSES TO BE CANNON FODDER

"You... you... stop talking nonsense..."

"You know in your heart whether I’m talking nonsense or not."

After saying this, Jiang Ling suddenly curled his lips, then leaned close to Murong Dun and whispered.

"Someone like you doesn’t deserve Jiang Lai at all, do you know? But none of that matters anymore. Guess what, if Jiang Lai knew about the things you’ve done, would she still forgive you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and saw Jiang Lai, who had briefly regained consciousness, struggling to sit up, staring at Murong Dun in disbelief. Her chapped lips opened and closed for a long time but couldn’t utter a word, finally taking a deep breath and slowly closing her eyes, as a tear gradually slid down from the corner of her eye.

The look of despair and sadness was like a hand directly tearing Murong Dun’s heart apart.

He looked at Jiang Lai, eager to explain, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn’t say anything. A strong sense of suffocation and guilt overwhelmed him, and with reddened eyes, he walked over to Jiang Lai and slowly knelt down on his unharmed leg.

He tightly held Jiang Lai’s hand, choking with sobs as he begged.

"Jiang Lai, it’s my fault, can... can you give me another chance?"

When he said this sentence out loud, even he lacked confidence.

Jiang Lai used her last bit of strength to break free from his hand, looking at him as if it was the last time she would ever see him, her voice calm to the extreme.

"If I were the one who deceived you so much, would you give me another chance?"

"Madam, I’m sorry, hit me or scold me, or just kill me. If killing me can make up for it a bit, I’ll do it myself!"

"Murong Dun, on that day at the bottom of the cliff, I made up my mind to give you one last chance, and if you betrayed me again, I would truly give up. I’m not going to hit or scold you now, and of course, I don’t love you anymore. I should have known long ago... hehe...

Murong Dun, let’s separate."

When Jiang Lai calmly said these words, Murong Dun’s body turned cold, and his entire being trembled, slowly standing up with a cane like a living corpse, head lowered.

He dared not look at Jiang Lai’s eyes, which were as dead as ashes, as if he could see his own ugly and hypocritical self in them from the past.

Finally, he personally lost the woman who loved him the most in this world.

Silly Jiang Lai, she once had her heart and eyes filled with him, once willing to turn against her family to marry him, give up all her glory and wealth to follow him, once gave her everything to him during the romantic nights.

Jiang Lai was so good, yet he deceived and hurt her again and again.

After Murong Dun walked out the door, he felt a sweetness in his throat, then immediately spat out a mouthful of crimson blood, and then collapsed straight down.

It was also at this moment that Jiang Lai heard the notification sound of the Heartbeat Value reaching 100% as she had wished.

"Men, they really are cheap, only cherish when it’s lost, never give it all when it’s firmly in hand."

Jiang Lai satisfied, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

While Jiang Ling was carefully taking care of her, not letting anyone interfere.

That night, he went to the abandoned temple in the east of the city to meet with Luoyang’s people.

Seeing Luoyang for the first time, the man drew his sword without warning and placed it directly against Luoyang’s neck.

"Give me the antidote."

Luoyang frowned in confusion, looking at Jiang Ling’s dark, icy eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of heartache and disappointment.

"What antidote?"

"Luoyang, my patience is limited. If you don’t hand over the antidote by the count of three, I don’t mind executing you right here and now."

Seeing his expression, Luoyang tried to calm him a little nervously.

"Can you be a bit clearer? I really don’t know what antidote you’re talking about!"

"One."

"Jiang Ling, since we are allies, why don’t you even have this bit of trust in me?"

"Two."

The man remained expressionless, but his grim gaze was enough to express his impatience.

At this moment, Luoyang finally realized that the man in front of her was not as simple as she had imagined, too cold-blooded, flipping faces as if he had no past cooperation feelings to speak of.

"If you kill me, you’ll never get the antidote!"

Hearing this, Jiang Ling finally gave her a proper look.

"Give me the antidote."

"Take me to see the patient, I need to assess his condition to determine the medication, otherwise, even if I give it to you, the dosage might be wrong, and it won’t save him."

Luoyang didn’t know any antidote but could guess that Jiang Ling must have misunderstood her for poisoning someone.

Now she could only see the condition of the poisoned person, she believed that with her medical skills, no poison in the world could challenge her.

Jiang Ling calmed down.

"Luoyang, if you play tricks again, I’ll make you wish for death."

With this, Luoyang was put on a carriage by Jiang Ling, racing to a secluded and quiet villa in the city, after passing through heavily guarded gates, Luoyang was brought to a warm room.

Pushing the door open, a strong smell of medicine hit her nose, and as soon as she stepped in, she saw a large eight steps rocking bed, with layers of curtains vaguely showing the silhouette of a woman, sitting there coughing constantly, her voice was broken and weak, and the most important thing, she was very young.

In Jiang Ling’s own villa, there was actually a young woman.

Luoyang couldn’t help but be curious about the identity of the person on the bed, and in the next second, Jiang Ling quickly stepped forward, lifted the curtain, sat down, supported the woman’s waist, and gently patted her back, comforting her softly.

"How are you? Still uncomfortable? Do you want to drink some water?"

"Don’t bother."

The voice was a bit familiar, making Luoyang frown and feel a little incredulous, but when she saw the woman on the bed, her eyes were full of surprise.

Jiang Lai?!

How could she be here?

Jiang Ling didn’t hesitate to fall out with her just for a mere Jiang Lai?

"She..."

Luoyang, who had changed her appearance again, turned into another look, Jiang Ling said in a low voice.

"I found a pharmacist who can cure the poison in your body, you’ll be fine soon."

Jiang Lai glanced at Luoyang and then slowly looked away.

Luoyang stepped forward to examine her, her face continuously tense, staring at her face for a long time, then had Jiang Ling take a small bowl and used a needle to draw some blood from Jiang Lai’s finger.

The blood turned black when it hit the water and quickly coagulated into clots.

Luoyang frowned, this was a poison she had never seen before, how could she possibly cure it.

"Where is the wound, let me see it."

Jiang Lai pulled down the clothing on her shoulder, exposing the wound.

The scraped area was already black and purple, with the black lines continuously spreading down, climbing up the shoulder and extending towards the front and back of the chest.

Looking at Jiang Lai’s frail shoulders again, Jiang Ling felt no romantic thoughts, only faint worry.

Outside the door, he kept asking.

"Where’s the antidote?! Hand it over!"

Luoyang was almost laughing from anger.

That poison wasn’t even hers, where was she supposed to get an antidote from?