23 Angering Him 3 (1/2)

”Oh?” His eyes gleamed with interest.

Hongyue rolled her eyes. If this sort of poison could kill her, would she even dare to eat it in the first place? She felt her toes gradually begin to numb as the poison took effect. Both her leg muscles spasmed violently, forcing her to collapse on the ground. She lamented sadly while she laid paralyzed. While it couldn't kill her, this body absolutely couldn't handle the pain.

Nonetheless, to reach her goals, she was willing to use anything or anyone; even herself. She has underestimated the dosage of the poison. Hongyue knew her second sister must have been prompted by someone to get rid of her quickly. How stupid was this ChunHua? First, she was to be used by someone else and now by Hongyue, herself. Since the mastermind wanted to see her dead, Hongyue will gladly take the bait, only will that pathetic father of this body be willing to let her die in front of a prince? It seemed as he was here to protect her, after all, she was supposed to be marrying into the royal family. It looks like she still had some value. She tsked before she shifted back with a great effort to face the prince. Throughout the entire process, he didn't even appear to be concerned. That was as if he had witnessed scenes worse than this before. What a cold man, she thought.

”You saved me once before, whether it was for your own profit or not, I still want to thank you. I never got your name. I'll compensate you back in the future.”

”If you tell me how you controlled your sister's hand and the teapot, I'll gladly tell you.”

Oh~

So he noticed.

She smirked coldly.

”Now that I think about it. A name is just a title used to greet a person. Ah, I know. On the account, you snuck into my room while I was unconscious and dying, I'll just call you stone-faced pervert.”

The Third Prince's hazel eyes darkened. Although he did sneak into her room while she was unconscious, it was merely because he was interested in her strange powers. How did he get rewarded with the title of a pervert? He fiddled with a nearby teacup nonchalantly as he slowly inquired.

”Last time I checked, your mother was from a clan that focused on martial arts that could null other magic users' attacks. You were 'normal' trash for 10 years since you lost your powers at age 4 to 6. Your personality change is also strangely alarming...”

He glanced up to meet her eyes.

”...so who are you?”

Hongyue laughed dryly.

”Who do you think I am?” She eyed him charmingly, ”No, rather I should ask who do you want me to be?”

Seeing that he didn't answer, she continued.

”Tsk, you overlooked that I was also poisoned for those 10 years. Seeing how you know so much, you wouldn't lack this important detail in your reports, would you? I'm just simply a waste who can't produce magic. I was even rejected by the God of Death. After that, well, poison can do crazy things to the mind. If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself.”

He didn't speak for a while. However, his fingers tapped restlessly on the stone table.

”Jiayi.”