The medicinal powder, mixed with the biting cold wind, was forced into her mouth. Lin Tangyue struggled violently, but he pinned her against a pillar, leaving her unable to move. As the bitter powder scraped against her throat, she coughed uncontrollably, tears and saliva streaming down her face, as she heard his voice drop to a low murmur right above her: "I am no fool. A disfavored prince of a foreign state having an illicit affair with the Prime Minister's Wife within the palace, while you sweet-talk me into drugging Ruan Jiaojiao—tell me, who ultimately reaps the profits?"
The porcelain bottle was smashed fiercely against the ground, the pulverized remnants of the medicine mixing with her tears. Lin Tangyue collapsed, sitting limply on the floor. At that exact moment, she felt as though countless ants were rapidly swarming every inch of her skin. She regretted bringing this powder with her more than anything else, and she regretted even more ever provoking this man from the Bantan State. She had known all along that Ashina Chengguang would eventually overthrow his elder brother and become the ruler of the Bantan State. Someone with that kind of ability could surely be no mere playboy who had survived until now purely on luck.
"Save me!"
Chapter 133