Feeding You a Poison Pill

"Mm, you have some backbone!" With a flip of her wrist, a pill appeared in her hand. She waved it in front of Mu Wanyue. "I have top-notch sugar pills here. How about we take one each?"

It was a black pill with a fishy smell. Mu Wanyue was scared out of her wits and struggled with all her might. However, Beiting Huang was holding her acupuncture points with one hand and coaxing her nicely, "Don't move, little darling. You know that I won't hold back. It would be terrible if I accidentally crippled your dantian!"

Is this how you comfort people? Mu Wanyue did not dare to move. Her big, beautiful eyes were streaming with tears. She could not bring herself to beg for mercy.

Beiting Huang gently pinched the pill with two fingers and smiled. "Now you're a good girl. Come, open your mouth and let me help you eat it!"

How could Mu Wanyue possibly agree? She shook her head pitifully, her eyes filled with pleading. Mu Qingling stood behind Beiting Huang. She could no longer understand this young man. She had changed. He was no longer a yes-man. He had become outstanding, and she liked him even more.

"Ninth Young Master!" Mu Qingling gently tugged at Beiting Huang's sleeve.

Beiting Huang tilted her head and looked at her. "Ling'er, I'm afraid that she or her mother poisoned you. It's a slow-acting poison. A good sister should share difficulties. There's no reason for you to eat poison alone, right?"

After Beiting Huang finished speaking, she glanced at the entrance of the Yue Dong Gate in the courtyard. The middle-aged man in the lead was dressed in embroidered clothes. Behind him was a beautiful woman, and behind her were many servants. They were Mu Qingling's father, Mu Lifeng, and his wife, Nangong Zhiyun.

Mu Lifeng was on tenterhooks, afraid that Beiting Huang would really stuff the black pill into his daughter's mouth. When he heard that Nangong Zhiyun had poisoned Mu Qingling, he glared fiercely at his step-wife. Only then did he retract his gaze and saw that Beiting Huang had already slowly stuffed the pill into Mu Wanyue's mouth.

Beiting Huang's slender jade-like fingers held Mu Wanyue's chin and lifted it up. She saw something gently sliding down Mu Wanyue's fair neck. The pill had already been swallowed by Mu Wanyue.

"Nephew!"

Mu Lifeng shouted, and Nangong Zhiyun also roared from behind, but it was too late.

This was exactly what Beiting Huang wanted.

"Ah, I'll fight you to the death!" Nangong Zhiyun rushed forward. She was a Level Eight Spiritual Practitioner, so she was not afraid of a piece of trash like Beiting Huang.

"Come here! Come here and give it a try!" Beiting Huang was calm and unruffled. Her movements were as fast as lightning. Mu Wanyue could only focus on digging her own throat. She accidentally fell into Beiting Huang's hands again. Beiting Huang grabbed Mu Wanyue's throat and called out to Nangong Zhiyun in amusement. However, that smile did not reach her eyes.

"Level 5 Black Spirit Pill!" Beiting Huang said with a smile. "I don't know the exact effect. I heard that Second Miss's master is the disciple of Master Luo Yun, a Level 3 alchemist in Luobei City. Perhaps he can help answer her questions!"

"Level 5 Black Spirit Pill?" Nangong Zhiyun's legs went weak and her face turned pale. She fell backward.

Fortunately, there was a servant following behind her. Otherwise, she would have fallen heavily to the ground.

"You devil!" At this moment, Mu Wanyue didn't even care about dying. She pounced on Beiting Huang, who smiled and raised her leg to kick her. She didn't exert any gravity, but only lifted her up and threw her at her mother.

Nangong Zhiyun had already fainted. When Mu Wanyue smashed her head, the mother and daughter fell to the ground, waking Nangong Zhiyun up.