Feeling Qi Fang tremble, Song Qingshu gently patted her back and comforted her softly. "There's no need to be sad over a man like that."
"Mm." Looking at the dignified man beside her, then comparing him to her husband's servile appearance, Qi Fang let out a quiet sigh. Just then, the conversation below resumed. She hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked down carefully.
Lan Fenghuang smiled alluringly. "Young Master Wan certainly has a sweet tongue."
Wan Gui could only respond submissively. Noticing that the back of his hand had turned from red to purple, then from purple to black, and that a red line was slowly creeping up his arm, he panicked and immediately said, "I hope Cult Master Lan will forgive this insignificant one. Please grant me the antidote first. Once the poison is cured, I'll take my time keeping you company, Cult Master."
Lan Fenghuang glanced at him with a faintly amused smile. "Don't worry. You won't die until that red line reaches your chest. There's still time."
Wan Gui nearly exploded with rage. Once the poison is cured, if I don't pin you to a bed and fuck you a hundred times, how can I vent this anger in my heart?
But when he thought of how many venomous snakes and poisonous insects might be hidden on her jade-white body, he shuddered, and the lust in his heart vanished completely.
As the poison continued to travel upward, Wan Gui felt waves of dizziness and began swaying uncontrollably. He hurriedly said, "What exactly has Cult Master Lan come for tonight? Why not name your terms? My grandfather is the court's Prime Minister, second only to the emperor and above countless others. His influence is far beyond that of those martial arts sects.