After conquering seven male favorites, the vicious heroine wants to run away

Chapter 228 A Test of Love
Inside the Poisonous Snake Village.

Qinghe, Fusheng, and Shan Baiyu sat together, their eyes fixed coldly on the note on the table.

The sorcerer invited the royal advisor for a talk.

The words on the creed did not attract their attention; what caught their eye was the hairpin that was sent along with the creed.

Shan Baiyu recognized the hairpin; it was a gift he had personally given to her.

"I led my troops to destroy the northern frontier."

The reach of the northern frontier is so long, extending all the way to the southern moon.

Hua Si'an, who was waiting anxiously outside the door, was restless and wanted to defend the witch, but could not find a suitable reason.

Upon entering the Poisonous Snake Stronghold, she had just met the Imperial Advisor when General Shan rushed over and drove her out of the gate.

The Northern Frontier only wanted to protect its people and did not want to offend the Southern Moon.

"Wait a minute."

Qinghe picked up the hairpin and examined it with an inscrutable expression. "I want to see the methods of a poison witch."

Despite having been in a relationship with Nuannuan for so long, he has never given her a gift.

"No."

Fusheng spoke up to stop him, disagreeing with his actions.

“The poison witch is skilled in using poison, so it is most appropriate for me to go in place of my brother.”

He already knew the toxicity of the Gu worms in the northern border region, so it was right for him to go.

Qinghe smiled gently and returned the hairpin. "My brother can't take his place." Seeing Fusheng's puzzled expression, he kindly explained, "My brother has no hair."

Fu Sheng stood up abruptly with a cold face, angrily turned and left.

It takes a whole day to travel from the Poisonous Snake Stronghold to the Gu Stronghold. The Gu Stronghold is located in a secluded place, and even if the Shan family army came, it would be difficult to find its exact location.

Led by Hua Si'an, Qinghe entered the Gu Village, secretly marking the way to guide the Shan family army.

He was genuinely puzzled as to why the sorcerer would invite him for a chat at this moment, given that his actions risked exposing the sorcerer's stronghold.

If Nuannuan were truly in his hands, the Poison Witch would surely use this as leverage to plot even greater schemes.

As far as he knew, a witch doctor shouldn't be this stupid.

"Girl Hua, you're finally back."

Upon entering the village, the villagers gathered to greet her, asking if the National Preceptor of Nanyue had made things difficult for her.

Hua Si'an tried to reassure her people, saying, "The Grand Preceptor of Nan Yue has not made things difficult for you, so please rest assured."

Looking around and seeing no familiar faces, she asked anxiously.

Where is the poison witch?

The imperial advisor was invited, but the poisonous sorcerer refused to come and greet him.
The clansmen had strange expressions on their faces. One of them bowed to Qinghe and led him in another direction.

Hua Si'an wanted to follow, but her clansmen stopped her.

The entire Gu Village was strange. Guided by the villagers, Qinghe headed right and stopped at a house built of wood and bamboo.

"Imperial Preceptor, please."

Before he could react, the clansmen lowered their heads and hurriedly left.

Qinghe looked around the room, remained silent for a moment, and then steadily climbed the ladder.

What exactly are the methods used by the poison witch?

He considered many possibilities, but he deciphered them one by one.

Upon reaching the second floor of the house, he stood motionless in front of the door. Inside, the sound of bamboo and wood being struck filled the air; the music was uneven and discordant, utterly unpleasant to the ear.

Qinghe remained calm, a composed smile playing on his lips.

He wanted to see what tricks the poison witch was up to, daring to use Nuannuan as a threat.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of grass and trees as Qinghe pushed open the door, and the music inside abruptly stopped.

A light purple veil hangs high on the roof, swaying in the breeze. Inside, incense smoke curls from the burner, its fragrance stirring the soul.

Qinghe frowned and subconsciously held his breath.

There's something wrong with the incense burner!
They stopped before the light gauze curtains, refusing to take another step forward.

"sit."

The voice behind the curtain was ethereal, as if separated from a goddess.

Qinghe sat down with a hint of doubt in his heart. The Poison Witch was actually a woman. Could it be that the spies' information was wrong?

He couldn't stand pretense and stated his purpose directly.

"I want to see Princess Nanyue." The woman inside the tent smiled sweetly. Her face could not be seen through the light veil, but it was vaguely possible that she was wearing a veil.

"I've heard that the Imperial Preceptor, with his refined and elegant demeanor, could also fall for a woman?"

Qinghe smiled faintly, "It's all just empty talk from the world. I'm just an ordinary person."

They are troubled by worldly affairs and disturbed by the mundane world.

The opinions people have about him being an immortal sometimes sound quite ridiculous.

The woman let out a long "oh" and shook the bell in her hand to make merry.

"Since you are a layman and a national advisor, would you be willing to make a deal with me?"

She wanted to see what kind of demeanor the Grand Preceptor of Nanyue was like.
Qinghe's eyes darkened, and he did not answer.

The woman continued, "I admire the appearance of the Imperial Preceptor. Would the Imperial Preceptor be willing to marry me and make a vow to be together in the north and south?"

"Well, to be honest, we're still at a loss."

Such a handsome man, she also wanted to have a taste.

Qinghe's eyes were cold, and he refused gently.

"My heart belongs to Princess Nanyue, and there is no one else in my heart."

He never does anything that would compromise his morals, and once he makes up his mind, he stays for life.

"Since the Poisonous Witch has no intention of negotiating or returning Princess Nanyue, it would be better to resort to arms."

The road has been marked, and the Shan family army will arrive in less than an hour. They will then massacre the Gu village and have no fear of them refusing to hand over the people.

Those who cross the line will die.

"Oh dear, the Imperial Advisor is so affectionate, I can't bear to spoil it."

The woman sighed plaintively, "I've also heard that the Imperial Preceptor is plotting with the Crown Prince of Beilin to attack Nanyue. I wonder if this is true or not?"

"The Crown Prince of Beilin has sent a message to me."

Qinghe's pupils constricted, and he exuded a terrifying killing intent.

Each time he was controlled by an unknown force and wrote the words "Attack Nanyue, capture Princess Nanyue alive," he would suddenly come to his senses as he finished writing the last stroke, realizing that the message had not been sent.

Why does she know?
Panic rose in Qinghe's heart. Could it be that the Poison Witch had already informed Nuannuan about this?

Therefore, she could not stay.

"Is it the Grand Preceptor of Nanyue, or not?"

The woman suddenly raised her voice, her words carrying a questioning tone.

Her gaze was fixed on Qinghe. She had been missing him terribly for months, but she still wanted to know whether he was being controlled by the plot or whether he was really like the one in the original book.

Shi Nuanyu did not want to die. She had done a lot to live, and she absolutely could not die under the control of the plot.

As the incense in the burner burned out, the lingering fragrance in the air gradually disappeared.

Qinghe sighed softly, a look of bewilderment on his face, and gently recounted the strange events that had occurred recently.

"I wrote a creed of 'attacking Nanyue and capturing the Nanyue princess alive,' but I didn't know where to send it. Only after what the Poison Witch said today did I realize that the creed should be sent to Beilin."

“Recently, I have been troubled by strange things and, in my confusion, I have done things against my will,” he said, taking out a piece of wood that had been smoothed from being touched from his pocket. “Every time I regain my senses because of this thing, I am filled with remorse.”

He stared intently at the person inside the tent.

"Nuan Nuan, you can believe what I'm saying."

Such bizarre and outlandish things are unbelievable to outsiders.

A warm voice made her heart pound, as if something was no longer under her control, or had never been under her control at all.

"Believe it."

If it's him, she's willing to believe him.

The final champion in the book was someone even the Crown Prince of Beilin, Yu Changfeng, feared.

Qinghe's burning gaze softened slightly, and the tension in his heart slowly subsided.

"To have you as my companion is my greatest fortune."

He slowly raised his hand and reached into the tent. "Nuan Nuan, don't you miss me?"

After two months apart, his longing for her was unbearable.

I think of her, miss her, long for her, but I can't see her.

Shi Nuanyu stared blankly at the hand that had reached into the tent. How long ago was it that she held this hand tightly, sharing her heart with its owner and pouring out her soul to him?

She believed him.

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