On the day of the granted marriage, the daughter of a general wept and was reborn!

The loving scenes from her previous life flashed back in her mind, and she clenched her fists tightly to prevent tears from falling.

She let out a long sigh, relaxed her clenched fist for a moment, and a drop of blood slid down her palm.

"Sir, right now in this court, the most important thing for me is to protect myself. It just so happens that you can lend me a hand. If you need it, I can also help you get what you want."

Shen Wantang tried his best to control his emotions, slowly raised his head, and said calmly and strongly.

"If the prince is willing, we can be the most loyal partners."

After she finished speaking, she forced a smile as if nothing had happened.

Cen Xiao was also a man who had seen the world, and it was not difficult for him to see that beneath Shen Wantang's suppressed smile, she was indeed extremely sad.

He frowned slightly and looked aside.

"I will help you arrange your father's affairs."

After getting the answer Shen Wantang wanted, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The mission has been completed. Shen Wantang bowed and said, "I'm leaving now."

Looking at Shen Wantang's back, Cen Xiao always had a strange feeling. He didn't know when it started, but his heartstrings seemed to be plucked by someone, and his thoughts were always being led away.

Is it possible...

Cen Xiao frowned.

"Prince!" The deputy general shouted, interrupting Cen Xiao's thoughts, "The Marquis has sent a letter."

After returning to the General's Mansion, Shen Wantang finally calmed down.

But the emotional range today was too great. As soon as Shen Wantang entered the courtyard, he felt dizzy.

I managed to hold on to the door frame.

"Qing'e..." She called weakly and was about to fall down in the next second.

Suddenly, a force behind me pulled me up.

People who practice martial arts are extremely sensitive to perception. This strength is definitely not from Qing'e.

She turned her head with a little strength.

Lian Zhao! ?

"Why do you look so pale? Fortunately you are a martial artist!" Lian Zhao smacked his lips, squatted down and carried Shen Wantang on his back.

Lian Zhao stared at Shen Wantang for a long time, sometimes opening his eyelids, sometimes checking his pulse.

Lian Zhao hissed, stepped back suddenly, and his expression suddenly changed: "I say, female general, when were you poisoned?"

Poisoning?

Shen Wantang frowned. Since her rebirth, she has been very careful every day. Even the meals have to be tested with a silver needle before eating.

Snapped!

There was a sound of a teacup breaking at the door.

Qing'e stood there in a daze, her voice hoarse in her throat, staring into the room with wide eyes.

"Oh no..." Lian Zhao felt something was wrong.

"Ah! Mmm..."

As soon as Qing'e screamed, Lian Zhao rushed forward, covered Qing'e's mouth tightly, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Don't scream, don't scream. If you scream, the Shen family will be in big trouble!"

Shen Wantang coughed twice and spoke weakly: "Qing'e, it's okay."

Qing'e then fell silent.

Lian Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness, you just said that I was poisoned?" Shen Wantang asked.

Lian Zhao came forward and nodded repeatedly.

"Have you had a headache every day these days? When it's serious, you'll feel your legs go weak and instantly collapse to the ground?" Lian Zhao asked.

Qing'e, who was listening nearby, hurried forward and nodded repeatedly: "Young lady has been like this these days. Whenever she feels uncomfortable, her face turns pale, but on other days she seems fine."

After listening to Qing'e's description, Lian Zhao became more convinced.

"There is a poison in Rong country called Ma Shen Cao. This poison cannot be detected with a silver needle. If you take it every day, you will die suddenly within a month." Lian Zhao's face twisted together, "This thing is not something you dare to touch in Rong country."

Shen Wantang frowned and clenched his fists.

"Your Highness, do you have an antidote?" She looked at Lian Zhao anxiously and asked hurriedly.

Lian Zhao's eyes turned, he raised his eyebrows, turned around and sat aside, pouring a cup of tea as if nothing had happened.

"It's not that there is no antidote for this poison, it's just..." Lian Zhao dragged out the last word.

Seeing that he couldn't even fart with this stick, Qing'e became anxious and rushed forward to snatch the teacup from Lian Zhao's hand: "It's a matter of life and death, and you are still so careless!"

Lian Zhao was stunned, but the tea spilled all over his body.

Shen Wantang moved his weak body and said hurriedly: "Qing'e, please don't be rude..."

Looking down at his new clothes, Lian Zhao felt a surge of inexplicable anger in his heart. He suddenly stood up and slammed his palm on the table: "My Lord's new clothes!"

"This cloth was transported from Rong State over a long distance. This piece of cloth is worth a hundred taels of gold!" Lian Zhao became anxious and shouted loudly.

Qing'e's tears fell and she fell to her knees with a thud.

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die! As long as you can save our young lady, I am willing to do anything."

Now, no matter what he said, Lian Zhao only had his eyes on his newly tailored clothes.

"Your Highness, if you can help me get rid of the poison, I will tell you the news I have heard about the royal family of Rong."

Shen Wantang managed to sit up with a little strength, his arms trembling.

News from Rongguo...

Lian Zhao raised his eyes instantly, and his thoughts turned away from his clothes: "Really?"

"It's absolutely true." Shen Wantang said without hesitation.

Without saying a word, Lian Zhao took out a small white porcelain bottle from his sleeve, poured out a pill from it, and stuffed it into Shen Wantang's mouth without saying a word.

"Bring paper and pen." Lian Zhao, who was sitting aside, ordered.

Qing'e trotted along and placed the paper and pen in front of Lian Zhao.

He just raised his sleeves and wrote down a prescription with a flick of his pen.

"Take this prescription and go to the pharmacy to get the medicine. If you are slow, I can't guarantee your master's life." Lian Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Qing'e picked up the prescription, turned around and ran towards it.

Lian Zhao was not idle either. He walked to the bed and was about to take action when he felt something was wrong.

"Lie down and roll up your sleeves." Lian Zhao stood aside awkwardly.

Shen Wantang did as he was told and lay quietly aside.

Seeing Lian Zhao, who is usually so carefree, now so serious, it’s a bit unusual.

Now I can only try my best. If it doesn't work this time...

Shen Wantang's gaze fell on the dressing table beside her, where she left her suicide note, just in case something unexpected happened.

"Lie down and don't move." Lian Zhao casually pulled off one of Shen Wantang's sleeves from the hanger and tied up his wide sleeves.

There were silver needles placed on the bedside. He picked one up, took a long breath, and slowly inserted it into Shen Wantang's acupuncture point.

Suddenly, a pain in his arm spread throughout his body, and Shen Wantang couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

She has experienced countless swords and sabers on the battlefield. What can a mere silver needle do to her?

Shen Wantang slowly closed her eyes. Even though sweat broke out on her forehead, she clenched her teeth and did not utter a word.