Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o

So, he accepted it, hoping that one day it would truly happen as she said, and he would become the Family Head of the Tutian Family, bringing glory back to the Tutian legacy once more.

However, a year and a half ago, this woman suddenly disappeared. Even the wedding planned to take place in Xuanjin Xuandu was canceled. Everyone said she died, but when he heard the news, he didn’t feel as happy as he had imagined.

His poison had long been cured by that woman. He asked her why, and she said that it was better to have more trust between partners. Besides, I saw ambition in your eyes.

Now that she was dead, he was free from the fear she brought, shouldn’t he be happy?

But it seemed... he wasn’t.

There would no longer be anyone speaking to him in a cold tone, nor anyone who could instantly see through the ambition beneath his restraint. That person who would call him late at night, both ally and adversary, was gone.

He had secretly inquired about the Medicine Sect and even went to find Ye Chenghong without letting anyone in the Tutian Family know. But Ye Chenghong, with a mournful expression, only said that she was still alive somewhere.

Maybe, that was enough.

She was still alive; perhaps one day, she would call him again and tell him, "Mr. Tutian, your ambition, I will help you achieve it."

He had always thought that was a delusion. But now, seeing that familiar indifferent smile in front of him, for the first time, Tutian Xiaotailang felt that being threatened might not be so bad.

"An, An..." Tutian Xiaotailang stammered for a long time before excitedly grabbing An Yiqing’s arm, "You’re not dead! You’re really not dead!"

An Yiqing raised an eyebrow, glancing at the arm being grabbed. Had Tutian Xiaotailang’s brain short-circuited? Was this way of opening things somehow wrong?

"Mr. Tutian, if you keep shouting like this, the beauty next door might come over again."

Tutian Xiaotailang quickly shook his head, lowering his voice, "Miss An, don’t get me wrong, that woman was given to me by Tsuchida Feng. She and I are just putting on an act."

An Yiqing’s eyebrows twitched again. After more than a year of not seeing, how had this man’s attitude changed so much?

"Mr. Tutian, have you been stimulated?"

Tutian Xiaotailang froze, then gave a wry smile, "Miss An, an old friend returns; I’m not a cold-blooded person."

Old friend? Was he talking about her?

An Yiqing pulled her arm out of Tutian Xiaotailang’s hand, walked to the table, sat cross-legged, and then patted the space next to her, "Come over, sit here."

The somewhat empty feeling in Xiao Tailang’s heart was immediately replaced with a smile, as he walked over to sit cross-legged across from An Yiqing, sighing, "Previously, I went to find Mr. Ye Chenghong, and he said you weren’t dead. I didn’t expect you really to come back. Miss An, you’re a creator of miracles."

An Yiqing smiled faintly, having already heard about this from her master. She was somewhat surprised that Tutian Xiaotailang was able to discover her life and death.

"I didn’t expect Mr. Tutian would care so much about my life and death; I’m flattered."

Tutian Xiaotailang looked at her, with a suddenly unfathomable expression, "Miss An, I’ve always thought that we’re at least half friends. Ever since you completely cured me of the poison that day, I’ve considered you half a confidante."

An Yiqing stared at Tutian Xiaotailang, wanting to see into his thoughts through his eyes. Tutian Xiaotailang fearlessly met her glassy gaze. After a while, An Yiqing smiled, like flowers blooming.

She picked up the teapot on the table, poured two cups of tea, and handed one to Tutian Xiaotailang, "Since Xiao Tailang says so, let me use tea as a substitute for wine to celebrate this reunion."

Tutian Xiaotailang slowly raised his teacup, a smile appearing on his chubby face, "I’m very happy you could come back."

After finishing the tea, it was time to discuss serious matters.

"I’ve been away for a year and a half, has there been any movement in the Tutian Family?"

Tutian Xiaotailang nodded, lowering his voice even further, "Tsuchida Feng has already taken the position of Family Head of the Tutian Family, and the cultivation base is still continuing."

An Yiqing’s heart sank. It was indeed like this.

Yu Hai was dead, the formula was gone, yet the Tutian Family’s cultivation base was still continuing. There was definitely some other manipulation in the Poison Medicine Sect.

"Xiao Tailang, the bowl of soup you poured just now..."

Tutian Xiaotailang gave a cold smile, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, gritting his teeth, "It’s poisoned!"

An Yiqing’s gaze flickered, Tutian Xiaotailang said earlier that the woman was sent to him by Tsuchida Feng. So the one who poisoned was... Tsuchida Feng?

"Weren’t you two good partners back then?"

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