After the arranged marriage, I pampered the sickly regent.

Chapter 135 is ineffective.

"How should we deal with this princess?"

The moment the surrounding black mist disappeared, the guards rushed over, pointing their swords at Ye Qingzhu, fearing that it might cause any further trouble.

Ye Qingzhu collapsed to the ground, spitting out blood. Her gaze towards Ye Qingwu was filled with resentment, and even so, she kept muttering, "Ye Qingwu, you can't kill me."

Ye Qingwu dismissed the others and walked towards Ye Qingzhu.

"Ye Qingzhu, I won't kill you, but you brought this upon yourself, and besides, this evil energy is no good."

Even if she doesn't take action, the evil aura remaining on Ye Qingzhu will still backfire.

"Let's go, someone else will take care of things here."

Ye Qingwu glanced at the guards who were following her, then turned and left. Her biggest concern at the moment was Zhan Sijing's safety.

I just hope nothing unusual happens while I'm away.

As soon as she left the village, she saw two familiar figures: Zhan Sijing and Leng Feng.

Leng Feng followed Zhan Sijing and was overjoyed when he saw Ye Qingwu return safely from the village. "Your Highness, look, the Princess Consort is back!"

Zhan Sijing stepped forward, watching Ye Qingwu get closer and closer, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Your Highness, how do you feel..."

Before Ye Qingwu could finish speaking, she was pulled into Zhan Sijing's arms when she met his gaze.

"Qingwu, I'm so glad you're alright."

Ye Qingwu stiffened as he embraced her, especially when he called her "Qingwu," a feeling she had never experienced before welled up inside her.

Most importantly, she didn't mind Zhan Sijing calling her that.

But the next second, Ye Qingwu felt a weight on her body. When she looked up, Zhan Sijing's face was pale, and when she touched his wrist, it was ice cold.

Ye Qingwu frowned. After checking Zhan Sijing's pulse, she knew something was wrong. Both the Shadowless Poison in Zhan Sijing's body and the ball of energy enveloping the poison were showing signs of flare-up.

Zhan Sijing fainted immediately. She needed to find a quiet place to treat him as soon as possible, otherwise, given the current situation, a serious problem would inevitably arise.

Leng Feng winked at the guards around him, signaling them to follow him and leave first.

The fact that the princess returned safely from the village must mean that the eerie black aura had been subdued.

Their presence here would only disrupt the prince and princess's time together.

Just as Leng Feng was about to leave, he heard Ye Qingwu's voice from behind.

"Cold Wind, quickly help the Prince back into the carriage."

Hearing Ye Qingwu's words, Leng Feng realized something was wrong and rushed to the two of them, anxiously saying, "Your Highness, the Prince..."

Ye Qingwu frowned, her gaze falling on Zhan Sijing. "It seems the previous illness has flared up again. Don't hesitate, do as I say."

"Yes." Leng Feng didn't dare to delay at all after hearing this, and at the same time ordered the people beside him to help.

Ye Qingwu watched as Zhan Sijing was helped back to the carriage by Leng Feng and the guards. She was about to leave when she heard footsteps behind her.

"Please wait, Your Majesty."

Hearing the call, Ye Qingwu stopped and looked back, only to see soldiers with swords in their hands escorting two men toward her.

One of the men was dressed in official robes, while the other, though wearing a brocade robe, also displayed a different status based on his demeanor.

The man standing on her right, dressed in brocade robes, had addressed her as "Imperial Aunt."

Ye Qingwu had some doubts about this, and thought that this person must be the Empress's aunt.

As the four approached, Ye Qingwu withdrew her gaze and asked in a calm tone, "What business do you have?"

A man in official robes stepped forward, bowed to her, and said respectfully, "This humble official, Shen Rong, Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, pays respects to the Regent's Princess."

Shen Rong had just noticed that Ye Qingwu was looking at them with a hint of doubt, so he decided to reveal his identity for the time being.

"Your Highness, this is His Highness the Seventh Prince."

Ye Qingwu nodded, "So it's the Seventh Prince."

"Aunt, I just heard from the Imperial Uncle's bodyguard that you saved our lives, so I came here to express my gratitude."

After saying that, Zhan Chenyi looked in the distance, his expression a mixture of doubt and worry, and asked Ye Qingwu, "Aunt, I just saw Uncle being helped away by the guards. Is something wrong?"

"It's not a big deal."

Ye Qingwu didn't want to say much about the two people who suddenly appeared.

She glanced at the entire village and said to Shen Rong and Zhan Chenyi, "The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review and the Seventh Prince have arrived just in time. I have important business to attend to and must leave with the Prince. After this strange occurrence, many villagers must have suffered greatly. You can stick these talismans on the people with black marks on their foreheads, and their condition will naturally be resolved. As for the rest, I'll leave that to you."

Shen Rong took the talisman from Ye Qingwu and quickly said, "Please rest assured, Regent Princess."

Ye Qingwu gave a soft "hmm" and headed towards the carriage.

Inside the carriage.

Zhan Sijing's condition was not good at this time; it could even be described as life-threatening. The situation had been stabilized before he arrived, so why did this happen in less than half an hour after entering the village?

The carriage sped along in the cold wind, and Ye Qingwu frowned as she looked at Zhan Sijing, who was in a coma.

The gas enveloping the Shadowless Poison began to shift in position, as if it had originally been a single mass, but now it was beginning to split apart.

Once these gases break down into smaller gases, the toxins will also disperse throughout the body along with the flow of these smaller gases.

At that time, putting aside everything else, these toxins will also be incorporated into the small gases, and wherever they go, they will inevitably cause corrosion, resulting in necrosis.

Once this happens, it won't be so easy to turn the tide.

Even though the carriage was speeding up, even after entering the capital, it was still some distance from the Prince's residence, and Zhan Sijing's condition probably wouldn't last until then.

The carriage was bumping along, so treating it with silver needles probably wouldn't work; the only thing that could be used now was spiritual energy.

Just as Ye Qingwu was thinking about transferring spiritual energy into Zhan Sijing's body, she suddenly remembered the bead.

Perhaps she can use the power of the bead to resolve the gas problem within Zhan Sijing's body.

The moment the bead was taken out, it seemed to sense something and flashed with a green light.

Ye Qingwu placed the bead in Zhan Sijing's palm and used her spiritual power to activate the bead's own power.

But one second, two seconds later, the bead that was shining brightly in her hand became dull and lifeless when it fell into Zhan Sijing's hand.

It's like something that couldn't be more ordinary.

Ye Qingwu was puzzled by this scene. Could it be that this bead could only be used by her and had no effect on others?

If Zhan Sijing's poison were to spread, it would mean that all her previous efforts would be in vain to some extent.

Given the current situation, it was far from enough for her to mobilize the spiritual energy in the space, and Zhan Sijing's pulse was becoming weaker and weaker.