Subconsciously, Song Qingshu glanced at Yang Miaozhen and found her looking back at him with an equally strange expression. He was somewhat dazed. "How many cups did I just drink?"
It seemed he should not casually drink things in the future. Earlier, when he had gone to Zhang Lin's place, he had been thirsty and simply picked up the teapot to drink. What if there had been poison in it? Wouldn't he have suffered in someone else's place?
He could not just let himself go because he was immune to all poisons. Besides, who knew whether his immunity to poisons could even withstand this kind of drug?
"Boss truly sees far ahead. You actually planned everything out. We were worried for nothing," several flattering voices came again from inside the tent.
Li Quan was clearly feeling quite pleased with himself. "Of course. I'll work hard and plow her properly, make her pregnant and bear children every year. How will she have any energy left to compete with me then?"
"Boss is wise, truly wise!"
"Hmph, no matter how formidable she is, she's still a woman. She's destined to be ridden by men." Li Quan's voice was drawing closer. He was evidently about to leave the command tent.
"You shameless scoundrel, die!" Yang Miaozhen had been suppressing her fury all along, but upon hearing this, she could no longer endure it. Gripping her spear, she charged forward.
Song Qingshu failed to stop her in time. No wonder everyone calls you a tigress. Your temper really is rather fiery.
Caught off guard by the sudden attack, Li Quan and the others were greatly alarmed. Though Li Quan's martial arts were inferior to Yang Miaozhen's, he was still a renowned expert of the Red Tunic Army, known as Li Tieqiang. In the crisis,