Chapter 3

Sheng Jing’an was covered in blood, lying on the ground in a miserable and painful state, like a stray dog.

Yan Donghuang walked past him, looking at Shen Yun, who was trembling on the ground. She bent down and lifted Shen Yun’s chin, her stunningly beautiful face as cold as a god of death, “You want to be his secondary wife?”

Shen Yun was completely terrified by Yan Donghuang’s demeanor, crawling backward and trembling uncontrollably, “I… I… I…”

“Shall I send you both to be a pair of doomed lovers?”

“I… I don’t want to marry anymore, I don’t want to marry anymore!” Shen Yun shook her head frantically, terrified to the extreme, “Don’t kill me, don’t kill me! Princess, please don’t kill me—”

Yan Donghuang smiled, “Who am I?”

Shen Yun’s face turned pale, her eyes red, and she almost lost her soul. “You… you are Grand Princess Qingluan, the war goddess personally titled by the late emperor. Please spare me, Grand Princess, spare me…”

“Who gave you the courage to think you could offend me?”

“Jing… Jing’an, no, it was Sheng Jing’an. He said your military achievements were glorious, but… but you were weak in character and had to obey the emperor’s orders. You were also poisoned, so you wouldn’t dare to act rashly. You loved him deeply, so whatever he said was what you would do. He was the master of this house…” Shen Yun’s face was bloodless, almost crying in fear, “I really didn’t know you were so terrifying. Please spare me! I won’t dare anymore, Grand Princess, please spare me, sob sob…”

Yan Donghuang released her, turned around, and sat down, looking down at the two of them like ants. “You’ve been shouting for so long. Has anyone come in from outside?”

Sheng Jing’an was shocked, looking at her in disbelief, “Today is the wedding day. You only brought eight dowry maids. Except for Chang Lan, the others were sent to the backyard to help. There can’t be anyone else, you… you…”

“If I were truly so unprepared, I would have died on the battlefield years ago.” Yan Donghuang sneered coldly, “Do you two clowns think you can make me surrender?”

Sheng Jing’an gritted his teeth, “You are poisoned and can only live for seven days—”

“So what?” Yan Donghuang’s eyes were sharp, “I have never been threatened.”

With that, she turned and shouted, “Come in!”

Two men in black walked in from outside, ignoring the strange scene in the bridal chamber, and knelt on one knee, “Your Highness.”

Yan Donghuang ordered, “Rong Ying, immediately seal off the Eastern Mansion. Tell everyone that the Prince Consort is unwell from drinking and has retired to rest. No one from the Sheng family is allowed to step into the Eastern Mansion.”

“Yes!” One of them got up and left swiftly.

“Si Ying, take my command token and return to the Grand Princess’s mansion. Order Mo Lin to bring two hundred elite soldiers here. Then, personally go to the military camp outside the city and select ten thousand elite soldiers. Bring them into the city at dawn tomorrow when the gates open.”

Yan Donghuang threw the command token to him. “The city gates are not yet locked. Hurry.”

“Understood.” The man in black took the command token and left quickly.

“Yan Donghuang, what are you trying to do?” Sheng Jing’an was shocked, standing up despite the pain, his expression both angry and frightened, “Mobilizing troops without an imperial decree is considered rebellion. Are you trying to get the Sheng family killed?”

Yan Donghuang’s eyes were cold and sharp, and she had a ruthless smile on her lips. “So what if it’s rebellion? Since I only have seven days to live, do you think the Sheng family can survive? What can the person on the throne do to me even if I kill them all? It’s just death.”

“Who said you only have seven days to live?” Sheng Jing’an was furious, “Didn’t I tell you – there is an antidote for the Seven-Day Poison! As long as you behave, you won’t die—”

“I will no longer believe your lies.” Yan Donghuang’s voice was icy, like it was soaked in an ice cellar. “I also disdain to live a lingering life. In these seven days, the more people I can take with me, the better!”

As she finished speaking, Sheng Jing’an’s face turned pale, feeling a chill rising from his feet to his spine. He looked at Yan Donghuang’s stunningly beautiful yet icy face, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.