Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Chapter 204: With This Intelligence, She Wouldn’t Survive Two Episodes (First Update)

"Vassal Lord Yan Ya, you’re overthinking things. What I said was truly sincere. After all, His Majesty rules over the entire Taixuan Demon Realm; how could his harem be left cold and cheerless?" Mu Qingge squinted her eyes and chuckled.

Mu Qingge’s words brought a hidden delight to Yan Ya’s heart.

She ridiculed internally, ’This woman is indeed quite foolish. Just a few words and she’s utterly charmed, losing her way. Not to mention that His Majesty’s harem could be filled with whoever she desires, but even displaying herself as a Princess before the grand wedding would deeply displease His Majesty.’

After a disdainful internal sneer, Yan Ya stood up gracefully and bowed courteously, "Then I must thank you, sister, in advance."

Having said that, she suddenly seemed to recall something and reacted.

With a wave of her hand, a tray appeared in her grasp, upon which sat a steaming black pot.

Mu Qingge’s gaze inadvertently flicked towards the tray.

Inwardly, she sighed, ’Someone is rushing to their own ruin; with such foolishness, how can one continue to live?’

"Sister, I almost forgot. Now that you are carrying, it’s the perfect time for nourishment. I’ve personally prepared a nourishing soup. If sister doesn’t mind, please drink it," Yan Ya said, holding the tray with both hands, smiling warmly at Mu Qingge.

"Of course. Thank you, Vassal Lord Yan Ya." Mu Qingge smiled with genuine sincerity, as if she truly appreciated Yan Ya’s care, deeply moved.

Upon hearing this, joy glinted in Yan Ya’s eyes.

She held out the tray, aiming to pass it to the approaching Palace Maid.

However, Mu Qingge spoke at this moment, "The distance between us isn’t too far; I must trouble Vassal Lord Yan Ya to personally bring it over."

Yan Ya was taken aback, looking at Mu Qingge without understanding, yet no anomaly could be discerned from her smile.

The Palace Maid, hearing this, had silently retreated.

Yan Ya assumed Mu Qingge was putting on airs as a Princess and deliberately commanding her. Though displeased, she endured it for the sake of her plan, maintaining an impeccable smile, she walked step by step to Mu Qingge’s side, under her smiling gaze, placing the tray lightly on the table beside the recliner and smoothly lifted the lid.

Instantly, an enticing aroma wafted from the pot, making one’s mouth water.

"So fragrant." Mu Qingge sniffed, her eyes squinting in praise.

Yan Ya’s slight nervousness dissolved in her unsuspecting smile, she stepped back a few steps, smiling, "If sister enjoys it, I can prepare and deliver it daily, and accompany sister for a chat."

"Such fragrance! Vassal Lord Yan Ya’s thoughtfulness indeed moves me," Mu Qingge said, holding a spoon, stirring slowly in the pot, her voice more chilling than before.

Yet immersed in her own joy, Yan Ya failed to notice the change, believing her minor tricks had won over the Princess.

She wasn’t at all worried Mu Qingge might find out the soup was laced with Abortion Medicine.

After all, the Abortion Medicine was her mother’s secret formula, colorless and tasteless, undetectable by ordinary means. Moreover, drinking it wouldn’t cause immediate abortion; the toxin would remain dormant until three months later when it would strike.

By then, with the child lost, everyone would accuse the woman of being pretentious and unable to protect her unborn child; who would suspect her?

Unconcealed pride flashed in Yan Ya’s eyes.

As long as she witnessed Mu Qingge drinking the soup, everything would be settled.

"Someone." Suddenly, the sound of a spoon dropping shattered Yan Ya’s daydream. Before she could grasp what happened, Mu Qingge’s cold voice reached her ears.

Having waited outside for a long time, eagerly anticipating their turn, Gu Ya and Gu Ye rushed inside at the summons.

Not only that, but with a wave, they brought ten Demon Guards into the hall.

The sound of armor clashing jolted Yan Ya awake from her bewilderment.

She looked at Mu Qingge, confused, only to discover the once gently smiling Princess now bore only a cold expression.

Feeling something amiss, she stood up from the chair, vigilantly watching Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge coldly stared at her, speaking slowly, "Vassal Lord Yan Ya, considering your deep affection for His Majesty, I’ve promised to let you into the palace. But to go so far as to harm the royal heir—that is deeply disappointing."

Yan Ya’s face suddenly changed, she shouted, "What do you mean! Are you trying to frame me?"

"Frame you?" Mu Qingge sneered. She pointed at the soup pot and said to Yan Ya, "This pot of soup was brought by you, correct? From start to finish, no one has touched it."

Yan Ya widened her eyes in disbelief, looking at Mu Qingge.

She internally denied, ’No! Impossible! She couldn’t have detected it! Nor could she have known beforehand! This matter, I haven’t told anyone!’

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