Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Then everyone on the Prime Minister's side stood up and said that Prime Minister Zhou was right.

It was supposed to be a lively welcome banquet, but now, it has become tense.

Emperor Wen Zhao looked at Prime Minister Zhou and snorted coldly, "Loyalty? That's easy for you to say. Anyway, it's not your son who was killed."

Lan Yi looked at the situation meaningfully, with a condescending smile on his face, as if he was watching a good show.

But the sword on Yang Susu's neck showed no sign of being retracted.

Yang Susu ignored the cold sword on her neck and reached out to check Jun Zeyuan's pulse.

He said to Wangyou and Chen Yanhe, "You two carry him to the bedroom over there. Remember, be as gentle as possible and don't let it swing too much."

Then he instructed Wangyou: "After entering the bedroom, disinfect it first, prepare the things needed for the operation, and give him anesthesia. I will be there soon."

Wangyou nodded, pulled Chen Yanhe, slowly lifted Jun Zeyuan from Chen Yanrou's arms, and walked towards the bedroom not far away.

Chen Yanrou looked at Yang Susu who was held hostage by the sword with concern.

Yang Susu gave her a reassuring look.

Seeing Jun Zeyuan being carried away, Lan Yi's smile finally froze: "It seems that this Third Miss Yang is really not afraid of death."

Then she used her inner strength to thrust the sword a little deeper into Yang Susu's neck.

But this time, Yang Susu did not stand there motionless waiting for Lan Yi to cut her neck.

A sneer appeared on her lips, and when the sword was about to pierce her neck, she snapped her fingers.

Then he stretched out his hand, pushed the sword on his neck, turned around coldly, and showed a cocky smile to the blue-clothed man who was standing there unable to move.

She took the sword from Lan Yi's hand, which was still stained with the blood from her neck.

She raised the sword and slowly placed it on Lan Yi's neck, taking in the surprise in Lan Yi's eyes.

"Miss Lan, isn't this very strange? You are such a powerful martial artist, how did I manage to make you unable to move?"

As Yang Susu spoke, she placed the sword on Lan Yi's neck and said with a smile, "Not only am I good at medicine, I also know a thing or two about poison. When Miss Lan was listening to the quarrel among the court officials, I poisoned you."

The poison Lan Yi is suffering from now is the same poison Xiao Di was suffering from before.

It just so happened that at that time, a little bit of this poison was still in the Sansheng Stone. It was colorless and tasteless, and could make a person's whole body numb, lose all strength, and be unable to move.

Yang Susu thrust the sword into Lan Yi's neck a little, and a wicked smile appeared on her face: "This poison is a new one I developed. If I don't give you the antidote within three hours, you will bleed from all seven orifices and die from the poison."

Lan Yi stared at Yang Susu fiercely, as if he wanted to cut Yang Susu into pieces.

"I'm not a scared person. I've died many times before.

I finally have the people I love and friends around me, but you actually want to take them away. I think you are tired of living."

Although Yang Susu's voice was not loud and unusually cold, everyone present could hear it clearly.

“So, what to do?

Or will your life, Miss Lan, remain here today?"

"No!"