Chapter 5: [Consort Attack 005] Sending a Spring

Looking at the nervous state of everyone in the room, Jing Jie'er scrambled up from the floor, wanting to shrink into Cheng Nanye's embrace, but a single sweep of his gaze frightened her into taking a step back.

"Eh? Did I do something?" Nan Moyi withdrew her terrifying gaze, a smile lingering at the corners of her mouth, though her eyes remained as cold as ice.

"All of you, leave."

Seeing Cheng Nanye speak, the group of eunuchs and maids, who had also been quite frightened, hurriedly hurried out of the room. Could that be the Princess Consort, Nan Moyi? Heavens!

"In the middle of the night, with your hair loose and wearing white, are you trying to scare her to death?" Cheng Nanye sized up Nan Moyi, his expression calm.

Nan Moyi wore only a white robe, her slender cheeks somewhat pale. Her narrow, amber eyes were framed by long lashes, and a red mole sat at the corner of her right eye. With her slightly pouted pink lips, she possessed a breathtakingly beautiful face that no man could ever forget.

At this moment, however, a forced, haughty aura emanated from this delicate beauty. She smiled and looked down at them like a queen looking down upon ants.

This was Nan Moyi? No... she didn't look like her at all...

"I simply couldn't sleep and wanted to pay a visit. Who would have thought you two were engaged in *that sort of thing*, so I stayed in the study for a while and painted a picture to give to the Side Consort." *That sort of thing, Side Consort.* Hearing those words, Jing Jie'er's face grew even paler. Had she seen? Had she seen her kneeling in...?

"Is that so." Cheng Nanye's voice showed no fluctuation.

"Naturally. However, this is a gift for the Side Consort; the Prince may not look at it."

Seeing that Cheng Nanye did not speak further, Nan Moyi took it as his agreement. She smiled and walked toward Jing Jie'er. Seeing her looking at her, Jing Jie'er instinctively took a step back.

"Oh, Side Consort, why are you afraid of me? Could it be that you've done something wrong and are afraid to face people?"

"You..." Side Consort, Side Consort. Jing Jie'er couldn't even bring herself to be angry; her mind was filled with the look Nan Moyi had just given her. It was a look that seemed as if she wanted to kill her.

"Here, take it." Nan Moyi placed the painting in her hands, her eyes clearly flashing a warning. She suddenly leaned closer, whispering softly in her ear, "The antidote, or I will tell everyone what you did." Since Cheng Nanye was here tonight, she likely couldn't kill her, but there was plenty of time in the future; she wouldn't be able to escape.

Hearing Nan Moyi's words, Jing Jie'er swallowed hard. She could now confirm that Nan Moyi was not dead, which meant she would have a lot of trouble ahead. If she revealed that Jing Jie'er had tried to poison her, she would never be able to survive in this Prince's manor again.

Even if Nan Moyi was not favored, she was the legitimate Princess Consort. If a Side Consort poisoned the Princess Consort, it would mean certain death.

"I, I'll give..." Jing Jie'er tremblingly fumbled through her clothes and pulled out a small celadon bottle, handing it to Nan Moyi. "This is real, I definitely won't lie to you."

Nan Moyi turned her head, looking at her frantic face, her breath as fragrant as orchids. "It doesn't matter if you don't give me the real antidote. I will leave a letter exposing you. If I die, you will surely die as well." Having said that, Nan Moyi slowly withdrew her body and took the porcelain bottle in her hand.

"It's, it's real..." Jing Jie'er nodded hurriedly. She was so terrified right now that she didn't dare lie.

Nan Moyi smiled and glanced sideways at Cheng Nanye, who was watching her. She said with a light smile, "Won't the Side Consort open it to see what I have painted?"

Hearing this, Jing Jie'er glanced at Cheng Nanye. Seeing that he was also focusing his gaze on the rice paper in her hands, she had no choice but to open it with trembling hands.

However, after only one glance, she immediately folded the painting back up, a suspicious flush appearing on her cheeks.

"What is the painting of?" Cheng Nanye stood in place, hands clasped behind his back, turning his head to watch Nan Moyi's retreating figure as she walked out of the room.

Nan Moyi turned back and gave a slight smile, looking elegant, noble, and breathtakingly beautiful. "A 'Secret Play on a Spring Night'."