Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 340 The Tears of the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect (1)

Luo Tianxuan probably really has some kind of illness.

I was once tormented by tuberculosis, and although life was worse than death, I still wanted to live. After all, there is so much beauty in this world that I wanted to see it for myself.

Song Yan married into the family, and she knew he probably didn't have much affection for her. After all, they hadn't met many times, which was quite normal in those days. In fact, many couples hadn't even met before marriage, and after consummating their marriage, spending time together day and night gradually developed feelings for each other. But for Luo Tianxuan, it wasn't like that. The moment her health gradually improved because of Song Yan, and the torture she had endured gradually disappeared, her heart was completely devoted to him.

She also believed that once she fully recovered and returned to normal, she could consummate her marriage with her husband and stay by his side day and night. She believed that he would gradually come to love her, and with a son and a daughter, they could live together for the rest of their lives, supporting each other through thick and thin, which would be very happy.

However, God did not wish.

Her body had been tormented for far too long; all sorts of medications had ravaged it beyond recognition. When she heard the doctor say, "You may have difficulty conceiving," it felt like the sky had fallen for Luo Tianxuan. At that moment, Luo Tianxuan made up her mind to give her husband the most beautiful things in the world.

Therefore, she gave up the opportunity to stay by her husband's side to her younger sister, who happened to be the one who also had feelings for her husband.

Therefore, Luo Tianxuan felt no aversion when she met Nakhtoya.

Therefore, when Luo Tianxuan saw the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect before her, she had an idea. She had a good figure, a good appearance, and was slightly older than her husband—perfect for a woman to accompany him.

As for her wanting to kill her husband?
It's okay, with her here, this woman can't do it.

Thinking that she had accomplished something again, Luo Tianxuan was overjoyed and looked at the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect in front of her with a smile. At this moment, the Holy Maiden's body was curled up on the ground, like a humble worm, constantly wriggling. Large beads of sweat seeped out from her fair skin, and in a short time, her long dress was already soaked.

She must be punished for plotting to harm her husband.

It was as if something eerie was wriggling within the saintess's flesh, as if worms were gnawing at her heart, as if steel needles were piercing her bones, as if knives were slicing through her skin piece by piece.

pain.

It hurts.

Even as a ninth-rank martial artist, the Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect could not endure such torment at this moment, and a suppressed sob escaped from deep within her throat.

On her exposed skin, streaks of scarlet blood, like fine blood vessels, appeared, densely packed and crisscrossing, giving her beautiful face an eerie look.

This torment lasted for about fifteen minutes.

But for the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, it felt like several years had passed. When the unbearable torment finally subsided, the Holy Maiden seemed to have all her strength drained away. She lay on the ground in a very ungraceful position, panting heavily.

A pair of eyes, as clear as jewels, still held a deep, unyielding fear.

"Don't worry, that was just punishment for your attempt to harm my husband." Luo Tianxuan smiled, but her beautiful smile looked like a terrifying ghost in the eyes of the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect.

This woman is a devil.

She absolutely did not want to experience that taste again, never.

hateful.

If she had known that Song Yan had a Grandmaster-level expert by her side, she wouldn't have dared to harm him even if she had a hundred times the courage. Besides, even if she wanted to, she hadn't had the chance yet; was it really necessary to treat her like this? Her body struggled, the excruciating pain causing muscle spasms, and her body trembled irregularly. She finally managed to get up, but could only maintain a kneeling position, her proud head bowed: "Thank you, Princess, for sparing my life."

Luo Tianxuan nodded, looking the Hehuan Sect's Holy Maiden up and down. The more she looked, the more satisfied she became. It wasn't just her appearance and figure, but also the martial arts she practiced. Perhaps she could bring her husband a lot of surprises. As for the Hehuan Sect's Holy Maiden's own opinion, it was not within Luo Tianxuan's consideration. If she had murderous intentions towards her husband, then she had to be prepared to atone for her sins.

"Get up."

The Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect then rose shakily.

"What's your name?"

"Purple Jade".

What is your status in the Hehuan Sect?

"Saint."

Luo Tianxuan walked to the window. Although the street was bustling with people, she spotted her husband immediately, and a gentle smile appeared on her face. "I gave you a kind of poison called Heart-Eating Powder..." Luo Tianxuan stretched her arms, her lazy appearance like that of a golden cat: "Don't ask me why it's called Heart-Eating Powder when it's clearly a pill. It's been passed down from generation to generation in my sect."

"The Heart-Eating Powder will cause an attack every three days."

Ziyu trembled, the little color that had just returned to her face vanished instantly, and her eyes showed panic.

"However, I will prepare an antidote for you. One antidote will last for fifteen days." With that, Luo Tianxuan tossed out a small bottle containing three antidotes, enough to last for a month and a half.

She bit her lower lip with her pearly purple teeth, suppressing her grievances as she carefully put away the jade bottle.

“My husband is currently staying at the Fang family’s house. You should go and find him there.” Only after her husband’s figure could no longer be seen did Luo Tianxuan turn her gaze away: “Take good care of my husband.”

"If you can bear a son or daughter for my husband, I will completely cure the poison in your body."

As the last syllable faded, Luo Tianxuan's breathing ceased entirely in the room. Ziyu suppressed her fear and cautiously looked up, only to find Luo Tianxuan nowhere to be seen. The pressure that had been weighing on her body and mind for so long vanished in that instant. Ziyu could no longer control herself and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. Looking at the medicine bottle in her hand, her eyes were filled with bitterness.

This Luo Tianxuan is absolutely insane, a lunatic.

How could a wife in this world go around looking for women to have children for her husband?

Sniffing, Ziyu got up again. She knew Luo Tianxuan wouldn't give her much time. Gritting her teeth, she went downstairs and found a junior sister in Qunyu Garden. She didn't mention that she was poisoned, but simply said that she had important business to attend to and needed to leave temporarily before leaving Qunyu Garden.

As the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, she still enjoys considerable freedom of action. The only one who can restrain her is probably the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, and her strength is no less than that of the sect leader. Therefore, such restraint is mostly nominal.

Ziyu naturally knew where the Fang family lived.

She gently bit her lower lip with her pearly white teeth. The streets were too crowded, making it difficult for the carriage to move. Not wanting to be jostled with others, Ziyu glanced around and found an empty alleyway, heading towards the inner city. The inner city was where high-ranking officials and nobles lived. Although there were shops, they were few in number. Qunyu Garden was located in the outer city. Many civil officials and nobles were frequent visitors to Qunyu Garden, but they felt it was beneath their dignity to have it located in the inner city.

Their figures moved swiftly through the alleyways. Although a ninth-rank martial artist was not as strong as a grandmaster, it was still extremely easy for them to evade the Imperial Guards and scale the city walls.

Once inside the city, the surrounding noise disappeared.

She had only taken a few steps, and was still some distance from the Fang family's house, when Ziyu suddenly stopped, her brows furrowed. She then saw another figure in a long black dress appear at the end of the alley.

For some reason, Ziyu's heart skipped a beat.

A very bad feeling kept lingering in my mind.

No way, no way, there are only a handful of grandmaster-level experts in this world, it can't be that she's so unlucky as to run into them all, right?
Instinctively, Ziyu began to back away.

She is very fast.

The Hehuan Sect was skilled in techniques like lightness of body, and in the blink of an eye, Ziyu was almost out of the alley.

But at that moment, a scene that made Ziyu's scalp tingle appeared. The woman who was originally at the end of the alleyway instantly turned into a series of afterimages, like a gust of wind, and swept across the ground in the blink of an eye, appearing in front of Ziyu.

Before Ziyu could react, someone grabbed her neck and, with a slight pull, made her mouth open instantly, while a black pill was flicked into her mouth.

He swallowed it with a gulp.

"Take good care of Song Yan. If you dare to neglect him in the slightest, I'll kill you."

With a mature and charming voice, the woman in black had vanished without a trace, leaving Ziyu standing there in a daze. If it weren't for the lingering feeling of suffocation and the unexpected appearance of an antidote in her hand, Ziyu would have even doubted whether everything that had just happened was an illusion.

The pill went down her throat and into her stomach, and Ziyu knew it was too late.

For a moment, Ziyu didn't even know what she was feeling. Master-level experts, rarely seen in ordinary times, were suddenly appearing all at once, and they were all related to that guy Song Yan. A few breaths later, Ziyu couldn't hold back any longer and unceremoniously plopped down on the ground. Her eyes stung, and long-held grievances welled up inside her, causing her to burst into tears.

Tears streamed down her face.

Even a pretty face can turn into a big, spotted cat.

After crying for a while, Ziyu sniffled, wiped away her tears, and pitifully continued walking towards the Fang family's house.

Two grandmasters! This is too much!

……

Two grandmasters, Hua Lianyue and Luo Tianxuan.

Song Yan was unaware of everything they had done for her. After inquiring about the direction of Wangjiang Tower, about 15 minutes later, Song Yan finally broke free from the crowd.

Looking up, the three large characters "Wangjiang Tower" came into view.

Although it was past noon and not lunchtime, Wangjiang Tower was still doing quite well. The main hall was full of diners, and the noise of their conversations was particularly loud. They were talking about some interesting things that had happened in Dongling City recently.

I listened to a bit of it, and it was mostly gossip.

A young master was caught red-handed by his fiancée while indulging in pleasure, or a powerful figure was preparing for a marriage alliance... In this age of scarce entertainment, such things are good topics for conversation after meals.

He vaguely overheard things about himself, mostly questioning his achievements. After all, they were Jurchen barbarians; how could they be so easily trampled by Song Yan's horse? It was simply too unbelievable.

Occasionally, one could see some young noblemen, perhaps drunk, pointing fingers and boasting that trampling the royal court was nothing, and that if they had the chance to command an army at the border, they could wipe out not only the Jurchens but also the Xiongnu. Song Yan glanced at the young nobleman who was spouting such boasts. He was short and stout, with a flushed face and dark eyebrows and eyes. He was clearly the type whose body had been ravaged by wine and women. If such a man went to the border, he would most likely be turned into jerky by the foreign tribes.

Song Yan didn't call him out on it; it's his freedom to brag.

A waiter approached Song Yan: "Sir, how many are in your party?"

"Number Three of the Heavenly Class".

So someone was treating them to a meal. The waiter didn't dare to be negligent and quickly led Song Yan to the third floor and found the private room. Upon opening the door, a familiar face appeared before them—none other than Marquis Anning. Song Yan was somewhat surprised. He had thought this man was currently suing him with the Prefect of Dongling, but unexpectedly, he was treating them to a meal.

Raising an eyebrow, Song Yan went inside. The waiter skillfully closed the door, and the noise in the lobby instantly subsided, thanks to the good soundproofing.

There were already many dishes and two jugs of wine on the table. Upon seeing Song Yan, Marquis Anning stood up: "Earl of Pingyang... ah no, I should call you Marquis of Champion now, congratulations."

There was a hint of envy in his words.

His marquisate was inherited from his ancestors, while Song Yan's marquisate was earned through his own military achievements, making its value incomparable. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the two sat down, and the Marquis of Anning's face was full of smiles: "Brother Song, take a look, is there anything you don't like? I'll have someone change it."

This guy is quite the social butterfly. He was just calling himself the Earl of Pingyang and the Marquis of Champion, and now he's calling himself Brother Song.

Song Yan shook his head. He didn't have any dietary restrictions and casually asked:
"How are your wife and son?"

Marquis Anning sighed: "It's not good. Last night, bandits suddenly broke into our house. My wife and only son were both killed. The bandits were extremely cruel. My wife and son were slashed hundreds of times, and their bodies were almost chopped into mincemeat."

"That's truly frightening." Song Yan raised an eyebrow. "In that case, why doesn't Your Excellency hurry to the Eastern Mausoleum Prefecture to report the case?"

Seeing that Song Yan was still playing riddles, Marquis Anning frowned. He didn't have much time left, and finally decided to be frank: "Brother Song..."

"I want to know what the Yang family is really planning!"

"Although I am just a minor marquis, the Yang family has caused me a lot of trouble, and I don't want them to get away with it too easily."

"Perhaps we can cooperate in this regard."

(End of this chapter)