Forcing me to become a concubine? Remarrying the Ninth Prince, she'll be pregnant all over the

Why...?

She murmured softly, as if talking in her sleep, leaving Lin Wantang puzzled by her incoherent and nonsensical speech.

Her brows furrowed, she sat sideways beside the couch, her complex features deep in thought, gazing at his closed eyes and restless sleeping face. "What? Why? It's not because you want to kill me, is it?"

Lin Wantang gave a cold laugh, her initial shock quickly dissipating, but the resentment in her heart remained: "Wei Wujiu, shouldn't I be asking you that? What have I done to wrong you that you would want to kill me just because I'm poisoned?"

"You took her last night, so you'll take her life tonight?"

Is this definitely poisoning, or is it not his true intention?

Despite her anger, Lin Wantang took advantage of Wei Wujiu's unconscious state to punch him twice in retaliation. After venting her anger, she decided not to stoop to the level of a poisoned patient.

"Fine, I know you were controlled by the poison, and it wasn't your intention. But if this hand of mine develops any ailments after it heals and never fully recovers, Wei Wujiu, then the feud between us will be officially over!"

From now on, he'll be her servant for the rest of his life, working tirelessly and obediently at her beck and call!

Lin Wantang gave a haughty snort, pushed him aside to make room for herself, lay down fully clothed, and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

But she didn't sleep long. Her mind was full of things to think about, and she was too worried. Once she recovered from the fatigue, she opened her eyes, got up, turned up the candlelight, and began to carefully examine the ancient books and fragments, shaking off her sleepiness.

Unaware that Wei Wujiu, who had already fallen asleep nearby, was trapped in a terrifying nightmare...

The scene was a chaotic mess of corpses and blood, a bloodbath that stretched as far as the eye could see, with rivers of blood flowing through the air.

In the battle of the northern frontier, the 100,000-strong army was completely wiped out.

"We can't take them down. The barbarians are fierce and skilled in mounted archery. They came prepared, and our army is no match for them..."

"Accept your fate, General Wei. The enemy outnumbers us! We simply can't win! No matter how much we strategize, it's like throwing an egg against a rock! They're treating the lives of so many of our soldiers like a joke!"

"Admit it! You're just a eunuch, trying to seize power through your crony. You really think you're a man fit to lead us as generals? Look at the results of your leadership! So many brothers are dead! Are there any survivors?!"

"Give up! It's not too late to negotiate peace! Cut your losses! How many more of our soldiers do you want to die before you stop? Our soldiers are human beings; they all have families to support—fathers, mothers, wives, and children! Whose life doesn't matter?"

"General, save me... I don't want to die..."

"I have a wife and children. My youngest child is about to be born, General. I want to go home alive..."

"I still have my elderly mother at home. She's in poor health and bedridden. What will happen to her if I die, General..."

……

The roars were like the angry cries of a dead soul, spitting and denouncing Wei Wujiu, and pleading bitterly.

But then, a strange voice, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, seductively entered his ears: "You can't save anyone. Your soldiers died because your plans failed, your lieutenant died tragically because of your recklessness, and your woman... was also killed by your own hands when the poison took effect! Ahahaha..."

"See? Wei Wujiu, you're destined to be a jinx. You can't keep anyone by your side. You killed your father and mother when you were young, killed the eunuchs and nannies who raised you, and killed your mentor who taught you everything..."

"Now, it has also killed the woman who was truly devoted to you, who, before even getting married, disregarded everything and consummated her marriage with you to help alleviate your poisoning!"

"……No!"

Wei Wujiu let out a painful scream, but all around him was endless darkness, blood everywhere, and corpses strewn across the ground.

He was trapped in it as if he had fallen into a swamp, into an abyss, with corpses, one after another, their eyes wide open in death, crashing down on him...

Lin Wantang was sitting on the edge of the couch, engrossed in reading ancient books. She noticed Wei Wujiu's unusual behavior and instinctively took his hand, saying, "Don't talk, just sleep..."

A gentle voice, like a magical artifact piercing through the dark dream, instantly brought a ray of light to Wei Wujiu, who was trapped in a nightmare.

He struggled desperately toward the light, and everything around him seemed to float and sink in an instant, as illusory as dust, vanishing with the wind.

Wei Wujiu opened his eyes in a daze, his consciousness still fading, but his vision gradually cleared. He turned his head and bumped into her face.

She was beautiful yet aloof, her captivating eyes gazing at her with a puzzled expression.

Then, Lin Wantang was the first to come to her senses, and defensively shifted back: "You're awake. Do you recognize who I am?"

As she spoke, Lin Wantang also clenched a golden needle coated with anesthetic inside the sleeve of her right hand.

As long as Wei Wujiu shows any abnormality, she will show absolutely no mercy.

"...Lin Wantang."

His voice was low and hoarse when he spoke.

Lin Wantang's tense heart relaxed a little. "You're awake now, you won't... try to kill me again, will you?"

Wei Wujiu frowned, feeling a splitting headache. He sat up slightly, rubbing his aching temples with one hand: "I...want to kill you? What is this?"

His words were startling, and even more hurtful.

Lin Wantang's recently relaxed vigilance tightened again, and she narrowed her eyes uncertainly: "You...don't remember?"

"What?"

Wei Wujiu, barely suppressing his discomfort, looked up at her with a puzzled expression: "Did I...do anything? I don't remember. I only remember asking them to prepare the meal so we could eat together when you came back."

Then what happened... he couldn't remember.

In his dream just now, Wei Wujiu felt a vague sense of grief, anger, and even a feeling of being overwhelmed with anger and heartache after waking up. However, when his consciousness cleared up a little, he couldn't remember why these emotions arose.

Lin Wantang narrowed her eyes in surprise, looking at his determined and serious face. It didn't seem like he was teasing her. She analyzed, "If you don't remember anything, it further proves that your previous outburst was not due to your unpredictable mood swings, violent and bloodthirsty nature, but rather caused by poisoning."

Wei Wujiu pursed his lips silently, looking at her with complicated and deep eyes.

Lin Wantang's words were meant to be an explanation, but somehow they sounded like she was slandering and fabricating against him.

"So how do you feel now?" Lin Wantang put away the gold needles, then stepped forward and pulled his wrist to check his pulse. It was a little erratic, but nothing serious.

It remained exactly the same as before, showing no signs of poisoning whatsoever.

Wei Wujiu shifted his body to lean against the soft pillow, adjusting to a more comfortable position, and then squeezed her hand tightly: "I feel much better, I feel fine now."

"It's like this again." Lin Wantang's breathing became heavy with surprise. "This poison seems to be able to control people's minds and it always seems to be at the right time. During the day, it makes you feel uneasy, but at night it becomes increasingly severe."

But as she picked up the ancient book fragment, the worry on her face lessened somewhat: "However, there is a way!"