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Young Master's Fierce Wife

The Bulwark Duke’s residence had fallen. On the day of the duke’s son’s wedding, all men in the family were imprisoned. In just three days, the patriarch and duke died. What was originally a joyful occasion became a depressing funeral. Shen Yijia had transmigrated as the unfortunate bride. By the time her husband was sent back home to her, he was crippled and heavily injured. Everyone said that this fallen family would never recover. Shen Yijia possessed a spirit liquid that helped her bring her husband back from the brink of death. When Song Jingchen woke up, he advised her to marry someone else instead. Shen Yijia stared at his handsome face and shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you.” On the way back to their hometown, they encountered bandits and even suicide warriors who tried to assassinate them at all costs. Shen Yijia patted her chest and vowed to her beautiful husband, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” However, nosy people kept nagging at her, saying that a wife should be knowledgeable, reasonable, and virtuous. Was she supposed to help her husband pick out a concubine too? Shen Yijia was annoyed. As a modern woman, she couldn’t possibly get her husband a concubine! Her husband belonged to her alone! For the sake of earning money, she hunted in the mountains, battled scum, and took in disciples. Eventually, Shen Yijia’s life became smooth sailing. - Many years later, they returned to the capital. Everyone assumed that Song Jingchen disliked having such a violent wife, and would soon divorce her to remarry. The young noblewomen rubbed their hands together in glee, waiting for Shen Yijia to leave so they could take her place. But as they waited and waited, they saw the Song Jingchen gently hold Shen Yijia’s hands right after the latter had beaten someone up. Song Jingchen asked worriedly, “Does it hurt?” [1v1 sweet love. A doting yet violent female lead vs a jealous two-faced male lead]

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Shen Yijia reached out and tried to check Cheng Xiuying's pulse. She realized that her pulse was no different from that of an ordinary person. There were no signs of poisoning at all.

She thought that it was because she was not skilled enough, so she pulled out the dagger and cut her palm unceremoniously. Bright red blood flowed out.

"Did we detoxify her?" Shen Yijia asked in surprise.

Mo Yuan shook her head. "No, this is the terrifying part of the Heart Devouring Poison. After the poison is suppressed, it will hide in the human body again until the next attack."

Once it acted up, they would only be given seven days. Without an antidote or a medicine to suppress the poison, they could only watch as the people around them experienced seven days of heart-wrenching pain and died. The poisoned people wished they could die to escape.

Shen Yijia frowned. "In other words, if it didn't flare up, we wouldn't have known if that person was poisoned."