The Battle It Hurts to Slap Your Face

Her smile prevented him from struggling against the effects of the medicine in his body, and he quickly fell asleep.

Just as he had fallen asleep, Su Yingxue's mind was bombarded by the Little Ginseng's panic...no, panic-stricken beard. "You fool! His intuition is spot-on. Tonight is dangerous!"

"Let's return to the Marquis's Manor. The elite troops in the manor should be able to handle it. If he experiences a poison attack tonight, he won't have the strength to protect me anymore." Su Yingxue put on her hood, grabbed a horse from the backyard, and hurriedly made her way back to the Marquis's Manor.

However, she didn't anticipate that this time the enemy would be even more ruthless. The number of people coming to kill her had doubled, and they were all intent on taking her life.

With the help of Little Ginseng's power, Su Yingxue managed to hold her ground for a while, but gradually, the situation turned against her.

"Go to hell!"