"Slave~" The eunuch kowtowed heavily: "How dare you say such nonsense? Now the palace is in chaos, and the imperial doctor has confirmed it. The father-in-law in charge asked me to inform you. There is no need to prepare anymore.

"

After a while, the dazzling red ribbons in the other courtyard were all replaced by white silk, the red wedding robes turned into white mourning clothes, and the red bedding also turned into white.

Almost instantly, the entire palace turned from joyful red to miserable white.

The sound of joyful singing and dancing turned into the sound of weeping and wailing.

In so many years of dynasty, this is the first time that a prince died suddenly after getting married.

Ling Mulao was transformed from a lucky star into a Rakshasa in the palace in an instant, and became the culprit of the prince's death in everyone's eyes.

However, Ling Mulao didn't care about all this. If the prince didn't die, she wouldn't let him go so easily. Now that someone had helped her clean up, she was happy and relaxed.

In one day, Ling Mulao came across two idioms: "The crowd is crowded, but the crowd is sparse."

Ever since the news of the prince's sudden death came out, all the maids in the palace left one after another and treated Ling Mulao in a different way.

"Princess, now that the matter is over, don't worry too much. After all, this has nothing to do with you."

Seeing Ling Mulao sitting blankly in front of the window, Qinghua couldn't help but comfort him.

After the news of the prince's death came out, the princess never spoke again. She must have been extremely sad.

"Qinghua, you go and have a rest. I have been very tired in the past few days~"

Ling Mulao looked away from the red dot on her fingertips, wondering if Nangong Yi would keep his promise and give her the antidote.

"Qinghua is not tired at all. Are you hungry, princess? I'll have someone make some porridge for you?"

Seeing that Ling Mulao finally spoke, Qinghua felt happy. She turned around and called her servants. Suddenly she realized that they were the only two people left in the yard.

"No need, I'm tired today and want to rest."

Ling Mulao waved his hand, knowing that Qinghua would not leave until he fell asleep.

After lying on the bed for a long time, she couldn't remember how many hours it was. She could only see the crescent moon gradually moving eastward, and the early morning was not far away.

Damn it, Ling Mulao couldn't hold it in any longer. How could she believe Nangong Yi's words?

This person is using her with peace of mind. No matter whether he ends up marrying the prince or not, he probably won't give himself a way to survive afterwards.

There was an inexplicable depression in her heart. No matter how she had saved him, this man was so cruel and ruthless.

Flying up, since he couldn't find the antidote, he had to use his last resort.

Ling Mulao never strikes unprepared, but this time is an exception. Now that time is limited, he can only make a desperate move.

Walking into the bathroom, she slowly took off her clothes and lay naked in the tub.

In a flash of cold light, a sharp dagger cut her wrist, and blood gurgled out. At first glance, this action looked like suicide for love.

Ling Mulao soaked her wrist in the bathtub and felt a burning pain penetrate into her body along with the wound, then spread to her heart, and she almost fainted from the pain.

The water in this bathtub is not ordinary water. Various poisons are added into it. It is extremely toxic. If ordinary people come into contact with any of them, they will die in an instant.

Ling Mulao read about using poison to fight poison in an ancient book. Although she had not tried it, based on her understanding of poisons, she believed that this method was feasible.
Chapter completed!