Wei Manping was brimming with confidence about the mission to eliminate Li Chen, and she had made thorough preparations.
Even if their generation could not wear him to death, the Wei Family had no shortage of successors. Those successors would marry and have children too. As the saying went, sons and grandsons stretched on without end. What did a mere Saint realm cultivator amount to? Sooner or later, he would die on top of a Wei Family woman's belly!
Li Chen had been visiting the Wei Residence frequently lately. For some reason, this place felt even better than the Jiang Residence.
Having worked everything out, Wei Manping could not help a ruthless gleam rising in her eyes. She hurried over to Li Chen, who was drinking and enjoying himself while the Wei Family women attended him, and pouted her cherry-red lips as she spoke, her face full of grievance:
"Your Majesty, I seem to have contracted a strange illness too."
Her mother had already told her everything that had happened in the room yesterday. She thought to herself that her mother really was experienced; even her excuses were so convenient to use.
As the saying went, a journey of a thousand miles began with a single step. As the architect of the plan to whittle down Li Chen's health bar, she naturally had to lead the charge. If she did not work hard herself, how would the others in the lineage work hard?
"You have a strange illness too?"
Li Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and fell into thought. Somehow, this excuse felt incredibly familiar, but he could not recall why just then.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I've contracted a strange illness that will kill me if I don't move up and down. Could Your Majesty..."
Wei Manping opened her large,