Chapter 6: Chapter 2: Setting a Poisonous Plot

Dizzy and muddled. Although Yun Luoqing did not know where she was currently, she was still grateful that she was still alive.

"Ling Qiu, how did the matter go?"

A low yet powerful voice reached Yun Luoqing's ears. It caused her to frown slightly, feeling a curious urge to open her eyes and see exactly what the other party was doing. However, her attempt failed, and instead, a massive amount of information surged into her brain, instantly drowning her. It was this surge that carried her from her past life into this current one.

In her past life, Yun Luoqing was an agent of the most secretive organization in the twenty-first century. She was ruthless in her work; at only twenty-one years old, she had already reached the top tier. Yet, what Yun Luoqing never expected was that she wouldn't die in one mission after another, but would instead die in resentment under the poisonous scheme of the only man who could give her warmth.

Until the moment of her death, Yun Luoqing could not forget her personal hell. What she saw was the passionate tryst between those two. If she had possessed even a shred of strength, she would have wanted to cut them into a thousand pieces, but her fading life told her she no longer had the chance.

She had originally thought that opening her eyes again would surely lead to hell. But according to the reactions of her memories, she had not died. It seemed that Heaven still favored her, allowing her to survive in another time and space.

"Master!"

The voice of another man followed immediately.

"I leave the remaining matters to you."

Having said that, he departed with the wind.

"Yes!"

A man was heard falling heavily beside her, followed by a sound. The door was slammed shut completely.

Xia Zibing let out a heavy sigh. If she still couldn't understand what was happening now, then she would have lived for over twenty years in vain. Before she could react, the man beside her had already begun to undress her.

Xia Zibing hurriedly opened her eyes. In a sudden panic, she delivered a fierce kick that sent the man flying off the bed. Only then did she regain a sliver of composure.

The night breeze, accompanied by its natural fragrance, blew into the bridal chamber. Xia Zibing felt a sense of refreshment throughout her body; it felt good to be alive.

Xia Zibing's gaze shifted slightly downward, seeing that the man was not yet conscious. His body was hunched, and he was grabbing a chair, placing it between his legs and moving it up and down.

Her eyes flickered, and a slight smile rose on her lips. She wanted to see just how expressive the Fourth Prince's face would become in a moment. With that thought, Xia Zibing knocked the man unconscious, took the jug of wine laced with Hehuan aphrodisiacs from the table, and leaped out of the window. She hurried toward the Rouxuan Pavilion where the Side Consort resided. To her surprise, Qin Yunhong was not there.

"Princess Consort, it seems the Fourth Prince truly intends to spend the night with that little wen—" A voice that seemed to carry a hint of regret drifted from the main hall of the Rouxuan Pavilion.

"Forget it. Let her enjoy herself for one night before she dies." From the words, Xia Zibing could hear a vicious lightness, as if tonight was merely an act of charity.

"What does the Princess Consort mean?"

"A servant does not need to know too much. Leave," Xia Yu Rou rebuked with an expressionless face.

"Yes!" The maid, Xin'er, withdrew.

Xia Zibing curled her lips in a cold sneer. *Dealing with me tomorrow? If I don't strike first, how could I face you?*

Thus, she jumped through the window. Before Xia Yu Rou could turn around, she knocked her unconscious. Then, she forced down the Hehuan aphrodisiac that Qin Yunhong had sent to the Bingyu Pavilion.

Having finished everything, Xia Zibing returned to the Bingyu Pavilion.

Xia Zibing lay on the bed, looking at tonight's moon through the small window. Thinking about what was about to happen, her mood was incredibly good.

About an hour passed before she heard movement outside the door. Xia Zibing lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the show to begin.

"Ling Qiu, you must play the part to the fullest later. This time, I want to see what the Empress has to say after I divorce this woman."

"Yes! Master's methods are brilliant. Your subordinate is utterly impressed."

"Haha, that woman has probably enjoyed herself enough by now. Go in."

With a "clatter," the door was pushed open again. Two people walked in.

As far as the eye could see, the room appeared normal. The bridal chamber was deathly silent. Qin Yunhong lifted the red veil, only to see Xia Zibing lying alone on the bed, looking quite leisurely. Instantly, Qin Yunhong's face flushed red. His brows furrowed deeply. The moment he looked at Ling Qiu, his expression was filled with sinister darkness.

"Master, your subordinate... your subordinate placed that man in..."

Ling Qiu's entire body was trembling, his face turning pale with fright.