After the marriage, the sick and weak husband fell off the horse

Xie Chunchao was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Why don't you drink? Could it be that...you look down on me?"

When Xie Chunchao was talking, Sheng Jiajun kept staring at her face, his black and white eyes so deep that it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

His slender white fingers pinched the round base of the porcelain cup, and the wine in the cup rippled with his movements.

After Xie Chunchao finished speaking, Sheng Jiajun did not speak immediately, but remained silent with his eyes lowered.

Xie Chunchao's face remained calm, but his heart was filled with fear. Could it be that he had discovered something?

It must be.

Otherwise, given his normal personality, he would have drank it all in one gulp, and then chatted to her.

Where was it exposed?

Is it the boatman who just came to report a problem with the boat?

The thoughts in Xie Chunchao's mind went back and forth a thousand times, but in reality it only lasted a short moment.

She smiled and took the wine glass from Sheng Jiajun's hand, retreating instead of advancing, "Forget it, you look like you don't want to drink anymore."

"Then let's eat first." Xie Chunchao said with a smile, "It's the same with us drinking sweet syrup."

After hearing this, Sheng Jiajun went to grab the wine glass taken away by Xie Chunchao and said, "Sister, you misunderstood me."

"How could I not want to drink? I was just thinking about something."

The wine glass returned to Sheng Jiajun's hand. Xie Chunchao picked up his own wine glass and touched his glass gently, and asked casually, "What are you thinking about?"

After she asked, she covered her face with her sleeves, raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp.

Sheng Jiajun immediately followed her actions and drank all the wine in one gulp.

He put down his empty wine glass and said, "I'm thinking about our wedding and our future."

Xie Chunchao chuckled when he heard this, "Why do you want to go so far away?"

As she spoke, she took another shrimp ball for Sheng Jiajun and put it in his bowl, and said, "Try it."

Sheng Jiajun glanced at the colorful shrimp balls in the bowl, suddenly grabbed her arm, and asked again, "Sister, you chose me, right?"

Xie Chunchao looked surprised, "What's going on? Why are you asking this question again?"

"I just want to hear my sister say it again." He raised his lips and showed a bright and innocent smile.

"Yes, I chose you." Xie Chunchao smiled and asked, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Yes." Sheng Jiajun nodded heavily, turned around and sat down. He glanced at the shrimp balls in the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and then swallowed them in small bites.

Although it was only the size of a cherry, he felt like eating a watermelon.

Xie Chunchao sat on one side with a smile in her eyes. She poured herself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.

This time, she did not cover her face with her sleeves, but moved boldly without covering up.

There was a sticky and warm feeling on his lips, as if a small insect crawled out of his nose, causing itchiness. Sheng Jiajun hesitantly raised his hand to touch his mouth and nose, and his throat was filled with sweet and spicy blood. , his throat and entire mouth and nose were burning, and he was in unbearable pain.

The tips of his fingers were covered with thick blood. He looked at the blood in his palms and smiled.

He looked sideways at Xie Chunchao, and with difficulty opened his mouth to ask, "Sister, you chose him, right?"

Xie Chunchao put down his wine glass and looked back. His round little face was stained with blood, and his brocade robe embroidered with auspicious regimental patterns was stained with dazzling red.

She opened her red lips lightly and said, "I'm sorry." Sheng Jiajun felt that his life was draining away. He didn't know if there was something wrong with the glass of wine or the shrimp balls.

He didn't yell or curse Xie Chunchao viciously, but smiled and asked, "Sister, you..."

He paused, but after all he didn't ask, he just said, "Forget it."

Sheng Jiajun closed his eyes. He already knew the answer without asking.

Xie Chunchao calmly watched his life passing by little by little. His originally rosy and vibrant face gradually turned pale. He slowly fell back and leaned silently on the wooden chair.

Xie Chunchao thought he was dead and was about to get up and leave, but the hem of his skirt was caught by his hand.

A bloody handprint instantly appeared on the light pink skirt. Xie Chunchao looked down at him, waiting for his last words.

The poison she administered was so cruel and incurable that he would not survive.

"Sister, Rong... Rong Shen is not a simple person." He said, with a nice smile on his lips, as if he wanted to show his best side to Xie Chunchao, "Sister, in the future... we must... careful."

"I...I'm afraid he will hurt my sister."

A flash of surprise flashed in Xie Chunchao's eyes. In the last second of his life, he was still worrying about her. Didn't he understand that she killed him?

Doesn't he hate her at all?

"I killed you, and you...are you still worried about me?"

"I know." Sheng Jiajun said, "I..."

His voice became quieter and quieter until nothing could be heard.

The hand holding the hem of her skirt dropped weakly, and the heartbeat in her chest fell silent.

Xie Chunchao pursed her lips, then leaned over to close his eyes that he would never close. She whispered, "I'm sorry, I have to kill you."

There was also complete chaos outside the house next to the door. All the guards who had drunk the honey fell to the ground unconsciously, and then died in their sleep. The few survivors were also killed by Xie Chunchao's people.

Overnight, the peaceful and peaceful island turned into hell.

Xie Chunchao pushed the door open and went out. There was silence outside the corridor, and the painful wailing could be vaguely heard in the distance.

Qiu Qingying appeared in front of Xie Chunchao covered in blood. The dirt and blood stains covered her delicate face, but her eyes were still frighteningly bright. She told Xie Chunchao energetically, "Princess, we have almost solved the prince's people." , you can leave here now."

Xie Chunchao did not show any nostalgia and ordered without hesitation, "All personnel retreat!"

The only remaining treasure ship on the island slowly sailed away from the island, and the surviving people on the island had no ship available even if they wanted to cross the sea to land to report.

They could only wait for people on land to take the initiative to explore, so the news that Xie Chunchao killed the prince could not spread for a while.

She can escape with the help of the token given to her by Sheng Jiajun.

The moon was shining quietly on the calm sea. Xie Chunchao stood on the deck and felt the peaceful sea breeze. Her eyes were looking in the distance, looking in the direction of the capital of Sheng Kingdom.

I don’t know how Rong Shen is going.

Qiu Qingying looked at Xie Chunchao's back from a distance. She thought for a while and finally stepped forward to comfort her, "Princess, don't worry. Prince Rong Shen is both civil and military. He is superior to his peers and will be able to successfully complete the mission."

Xie Chunchao responded with a light 'hmm'.

Although the big thing was accomplished, she was not in a happy mood. Instead, she felt depressed. She didn't know whether it was because she was worried about Rong Shen or something else...

Just thinking of Sheng Jiajun's eyes before he died, her heart always surged with unspeakable sourness.