"Lord Xiao Heng, Princess is waiting for you outside. It's time."
The maid stood outside the hall. As soon as she finished speaking, a figure stepped out of the grand hall, followed swiftly by two young girls.
"Let's go!"
In the square of Myriad Poison Mountain, Nan He finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Xiao Heng arrive. At this point, she had no way out. Either she became the Poison Emperor and fulfilled the promise she had once made, or she could only bow and scrape from now on, submitting beneath others' feet—or die. There were no other choices.
In truth, she could have chosen differently. But for the position of Poison Emperor, for the promise she had once made, she was unwilling to give up. That was why she had come this far.
"Let's go!" Nan He walked to Xiao Heng's side and hooked her arm through his. Zi Yan and Qing Lin frowned beside them, but neither said anything.
There was no helping it—the rules were the rules. Besides, it was only in name, not any real relationship. Once this matter was over, everything would return to normal.
At the foot of Myriad Poison Mountain, everyone was somewhat surprised to see Nan He descend while holding a man's arm.
"Who's that man? I've never seen him before. He's not from our Myriad Poison Den, is he?"
"No idea. But judging by his appearance, he should be from the Central Continent, right? Still, Princess is actually holding his arm. Could he be Princess's husband?"
"He must be. Otherwise, why would Princess be holding his arm?"
The crowd discussed Xiao Heng among themselves. The Poison King frowned as he looked at Xiao Heng, displeasure rising in his heart, while a flicker of killing intent flashed past.
"Everyone!"