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Seeing the way Ling Qiaolian stared at her, Ru went on, "Let's move on to how am I fine right now?"

This was the thing that had been bothering Ling Qiaolian for a while now. Even if the reality of the past was hard for her to digest, this present was becoming harder to swallow.

"You said it yourself that you poisoned me three times before today and each time, I was unharmed." Ru's voice was clear and pleasant to hear as always. But the feeling she evoked wasn't anything pleasant at this point. The same sword that was earlier held against her own neck was now lying right beside Ling Qiaolian's neck as Ru continued with a wink, "You're right. Your poison had no cure. So, my grandfather made that very poison my antidote." 

Ling Qiaolian's eyes widened.