The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife The Sly Lady Chapter 256: Falling for the Trick

She had to keep it from Gong and Duan that the guards were hiding in Mingzhou, which would cause a great disturbance once revealed. So she would come here again secretly and in no way would she stay in Duan's mansion again.

When Murong tried to come up with a reason with a sullen look in her eyes, a gust of breeze with a strong aroma blew past her nose.

Her dislike of the smell made her frown. “What's that strong smell?”

Upon smelling the aroma, Gong's flawless face turned slightly solemn. “It smells like... The lust incense!”

The lust incense? Wasn't it a kind of love potion?

With vigilance in in her eyes, Murong covered her mouth and nose and abruptly looked up at the source of the aroma. In the dark corner, a figure in black could be seen vaguely, who was fanning an unknown object repeatedly, the top of which was glittering.

It must be the incense!

Tapping the ground with her tiptoe, Murong dashed to the man in the blink of an eye. After cutting its wick with her sword, she thrust at the man in the chest and stuck him on the wall. Instantly, blood spurted out and saturated his clothes.

“Ouch!” the man let out a cry with anguish, which resounded through the yard.

Disregarding his cry, Murong looked at him coldly and asked, “Who sent you here?” He was really heedless of consequences to have attempted to poison her with the incense.

“No comment!” The man also shot her a piercing glare.

He was indeed an adequate secret keeper!

Curling up the corner of her lips, Murong whipped out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed the man. When the dagger penetrated his shoulder with blood spurting out, blue veins stood out and cold sweat oozed on his forehead.

The man glowered at Murong with a flicker of coldness in his eyes as if he could have devoured her alive.

Murong blinked. The wound didn't seem serious enough since the man still had the mood to glower.

With a quirky smile, Murong waved the dagger at the man whose blood instantly pumped from the gash on his neck and saturated his clothes.

“Who sent you here?” Murong asked calmly in a cold voice, staring at the man. She moved the dagger up and down along his neck.

With the sharp pain, the man could clearly feel the blade gradually slit his skin and blood vessels open and it almost reached his windpipe.

Without a doubt, Murong would slit his throat cruelly and leave him losing all his blood if he refused to confess. It was hot in June, but the man was still shivering while saying with his lips trembling, “Alright...The one who sent me here was...”

Meanwhile, the man pulled out a dagger secretly from his belt and thrust at Murong fiercely.

Murong put on a cold look with the corner of her mouth curled upwards coldly. How reckless he was to have attacked her sneakily!

After Murong flipped her wrist over, her sharp dagger glanced off the man's and cut a gash in his neck with bright blood spurting out onto the flagstones.

The man held the assassinating posture for a minute before he smashed on the ground with anger and grievance in his widened eyes.

The dim light reflected off Murong's silver dagger, where blood gradually trickled down to the tip and finally dropped to the ground with a spine-chilling sense of stickiness.

Murong didn't intend to kill him, but since the man recklessly laid a trap to assassinate her, she had no other options.

“Is he dead?” a charming male voice rang. Gong Qianyu came to her with his black clothes flowing like a blooming black lotus.

“I'm afraid so,” Murong replied casually. It made sense she killed the man since he didn't confess who the one behind the scenes was and even tried to assassinate her.

Murong sheathed her sword and looked up, only to find Gong flushing unnaturally with sweat oozing from his forehead.

“Are you alright?” Murong looked at him confusedly.

“I... I feel sick.” Gong looked at her with his seducing bleary eyes, feeling empty in his body. He leaned against the wall and slid down slowly with a helpless look in his eyes.

He was poisoned by the incense!

“You alright?” Murong looked at him with concern, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Yes... I am...” Gong said faintly with a flush on his flawless face and a lustful look in his bright eyes.

“Is there a pool of cold water around? I'll take you there,” Murong asked hastily. The cold water could antidote the incense effectively.

“My legs are weak...” Gong answered gloomily when he sat against the wall, looking miserable with cold sweat oozing from his forehead and his facial features distorted slightly.

The incense had such strong power that even Gong couldn't compress it with his internal power.

“Try to compress it with your internal strength. I'll go get help,” Murong said hurriedly as she turned round. All of a sudden, a warm current reached her limbs and bones from her belly before it turned into scorching heat wreaking havoc inside her body.

To her shock, Murong was also poisoned by the incense!

With all her strength drained instantly, she staggered to the wall and gradually slid down onto the ground. She didn't expect that inhaling just a bit could still poison her in such a serious way.

“Xue, are you alright?” Gong looked at her with a touch of confusion in his bleary eyes.

“Same as you. The incense is kicking in,” Murong said faintly as she clenched her fist tightly, her fingernails embedded in her palms, from which the pain kept her conscious.

The incense took away all her strength, which made her feel powerless to walk or yell for help.

Chapter end