In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

Chapter 93 Is this... an aphrodisiac?

The next second, Chunxia said something outrageous.

"Otherwise what? Miss, you wouldn't be trying to tell Chunxia that you no longer like Gu Chaomu, but have fallen for Young Master Xie instead, would you?"

"puff!"

Qiao Wanwan choked on the tea she had just drunk and spat it out.

This is just great,

Mo Zilin, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, instantly felt his heart sink.

"Miss, please be careful."

Chunxia kept patting Qiao Wanwan's back to calm her down.

Qiao Wanwan whispered to her:

"Chunxia, ​​you can't just say things like that. Xie Ze isn't from the same world as us."

"Not this world?"

Chunxia could only give Qiao Wanwan a speechless look, as if to say:

Miss, you're talking nonsense again.

Qiao Wanwan then realized that she had said the wrong thing again.

What she meant was:

Xie Ze likes Gu Chaomu, and he likes boys. The villain's way of thinking is completely different from ordinary people; of course, they're not from the same world!

"No, no, no, what I mean is that we have different identities and are on different levels, you know."

"Oh, I understand now, Miss."

In a lower, more subdued voice, Chunxia spoke to the young lady:

"I heard that Young Master Xie is very ruthless and will kill anything he likes, which is why Chunxia doesn't like Miss's liking for him."

"... "

Indeed, but he should have killed those who were wary of his possessions.

Just as I was thinking this, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside me.

"Junior Sister Wanwan, have you drunk the flower tea I gave you?"

"?"

Qiao Wanwan looked back and realized it was Mo Zilin.

Why did he come back?

"What did you just say?"

"... "

Mo Zilin glanced at the cup in Qiao Wanwan's hand and his lips twitched.

He took the flower tea from Chunxia's hand and personally poured tea for Qiao Wanwan.

"Senior brother, you should just let Chunxia pour it. Why are you doing these things yourself?"

"... "

Mo Zilin stared at the woman in front of him, thinking to himself:

I'm still worried, aren't I?

I have to watch you drink it myself.

But what he said was:

"Senior brother invited you, how could we ask someone else to do it? We'll see Master in a few days, and he'll be so happy to see us all together in Anqi City. Come, junior sister, everyone's happy today. Let me toast you."

"okay."

The inexplicable words left Qiao Wanwan bewildered, but she did not refuse.

Mo Zilin watched as Qiao Wanwan slowly picked up her teacup and pressed it to her red lips.

His heart was pounding wildly.

His junior sister will soon be his.

With him overseeing things this time, there definitely won't be any mistakes.

"You are...Young Master Mo?"

"!"

Mo Zilin was interrupted and turned around, only to see his father's old friend.

"Uncle Lin?"

"Yes, it's me. I didn't expect you to still remember me at your age. Let's go over there and talk."

"But what about my side..."

"Hey, no buts, what's more important now than catching up with me and having a drink?"

"... "

Mo Zilin glanced back at Qiao Wanwan behind him. She had already put down her teacup and was eating and drinking as usual.

But I don't seem to feel anything yet; the medicine probably isn't potent enough.

Wait a minute.

"OK then."

So he was forced to start catching up with his father's old friends, and when Qiao Wanwan started to feel something was wrong, he took her away.

Before leaving, he specifically gave Chunxia some instructions.

"You must tell me if anything happens to your young lady. Don't let her drink alcohol; let her drink more herbal tea."

"Understood, Young Master Mo, please rest assured."

"Ah."

As Chunxia watched Mo Zilin leave, she leaned close to the young lady's ear and whispered something.

"Miss, Young Master Mo seems a bit strange today. Please be careful."

"Well, you too."

"Don't worry, Miss. Chunxia will keep an eye on him here and report his every move to you."

"Thank you for your hard work, Chunxia."

“Miss, it’s only right that Chunxia does this. It’s not hard work for her.”

She smiled and filled the young lady's teacup.

"Please have a drink, miss."

"Ah."

Qiao Wanwan picked up the tea she hadn't drunk yet and was about to drink it.

A maidservant came out to serve the dishes and accidentally bumped into Qiao Wanwan's arm.

The tea was poured directly onto Qiao Wanwan, soaking her light blue dress.

"oops!"

"Miss."

Seeing her mistress get splashed, Chunxia became angry and scolded the maid:

How did you serve the food?

The maid's face turned pale, and she immediately knelt down to apologize.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to."

Qiao Wanwan knew that the maid hadn't meant it, so she quickly told Chunxia to calm down.

"It's alright, Chunxia, ​​don't be angry. It's just a little bit of your clothes getting wet, I'll wipe it off."

"This won't do. The clothes are all wet; it looks terrible."

"It's alright, you won't be able to tell once it's dried."

"Miss!!"

The two, master and servant, sang in unison, while the little maid beside them said pitifully:

"Guest, could you give me a chance to repent? I'll take you to change your clothes."

The fifteen-year-old maidservant had big, teary eyes; it was heartbreaking to see her like that.

Qiao Wanwan knew that if a servant in ancient times did something wrong and was blamed, the little maid might even lose her life.

Then, feeling soft-hearted, she said:

"Alright, stop kneeling. Hurry up and take me to change."

The little maid's eyes brightened considerably. Wiping away her tears, she was filled with gratitude and said:

"Thank you for being so forgiving."

"Let's go."

Seeing Qiao Wanwan stand up from her seat to leave, Chunxia quickly asked:

"Miss, what about me?"

"Just wait here for a while. If anyone else asks you, just tell them I'm going out for a bit and will be right back."

"it is good."

...

In the dimly lit courtyard, only one room was lit by candlelight.

The flickering candlelight illuminated her pale wrist as someone gently took her pulse.

The handsome man's hair fell slightly down his face, his complexion was noticeably flushed, and his eyes were somewhat cold.

The man in black standing to the side looked anxiously at Zhong Shi and asked:

"How is the young master now? Is he about to have another attack?"

"Do not."

"Why does the young master look so strange?"

Zhong Shi ignored Xie Yi's incessant chatter and turned to ask the sickly, handsome man sitting on the bed.

"Young master, you've been drugged with aphrodisiacs."

"... "

Xie Ze didn't react much when he heard those two words, but Xie Yi, who was next to him, couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock when he heard Steward Zhong mention the word "aphrodisiac".

"What?! Aphrodisiac...?"

He clenched his fists, his heart filled with resentment.

Young Master is already so sick, yet someone still tries to give him aphrodisiacs.

Young Master's body can't possibly withstand this!

"Who drugged the young master? Xie Yi, go and kill her right now!"

Zhong Shi frowned slightly as he listened and reprimanded Xie Yi.

"Xie Yi, do not be reckless."

The young master was drinking right under his nose, how could someone have poisoned him?

Besides... Young Master drank the tea that Miss Qiao handed him, could there be something wrong with that cup of tea?

His eyes flickered.

Just now, I watched as the young master grabbed Miss Qiao's wrist with a slightly angry expression and asked her: Who gave her this tea?

Thinking about it this way, everything became clear.

It was indeed the tea that was the problem.