Sweet Poisonous Consort

Su Luo was speechless. Where did this girl get all these ideas from in her head!

She slapped the back of Qing Yi's head with her hand: "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I the kind of person who would force others?"

Qing Yi nodded, and then quickly shook her head.

She asked in confusion: "Miss, didn't you say before that you wanted to take advantage of the fact that the Princely Heir was unconscious, have him sign a divorce paper, and then we would return home tonight?"

As she spoke, she took out the prepared divorce paper from her bosom. Lifting the dagger in her hand, she was ready to deal with Jiang Shu's hand, "Where should we cut, Miss?"

Make a blood handprint, then this marriage is terminated. In her past life, Su Luo was wrapped up in her marriage preparations and was captivated by the scheming Wei Jin. She didn't even remember bringing home Jiang Shi, the unconscious son of the major family, so she just left after getting Jiang Shu to sign the divorce paper.

But now...

Su Luo slapped away the dagger: "I've decided not to divorce him!"

Qing Yi widen her eyes: "Miss, why are you so changeable, an hour ago you were not saying this. You undressed him, you have to be responsible for him. Miss, are you really going to marry him?"

Su Luo was stunned, should she marry the sickly Jiang Shu in this second life?

Su Luo decided to take a gamble.

In her previous life, that man made her lose her entire family and unborn child, such pain, she must properly return it! She needed to find a powerful backing, although Jiang Shu was currently unwell, Su Luo knew that his status was extraordinary. Once she cured him and used the favor of saving his life to coerce him, she needn't be afraid of him not helping.

Furthermore, in her past life, he had always taken care of her to some extent.

Su Luo, having reached this decision, showed Qing Yi a smile, nodded and said, "Yes, I want to marry him, in this life, I will only marry him!"

Qing Yi merely responded with an "Oh," put away the divorce paper into her sleeve, then asked, "Then, are you going to consummate the marriage now? Should I excuse myself?" But she said this without moving a foot away.

"Nonsense, I'm trying to save him!"

Qing Yi became anxious on the spot: "Miss, don't mess around, you're someone who can even kill trumpet flowers, how can you save anyone?"

Su Luo, impatient of arguing with Qing Yi, decided to do it herself. Seeing her Lady started, Qing Yi immediately didn't dare to fall behind and also started to help.

In the late spring, their clothes were light and in a few moments, Jiang Shu was stripped to near nakedness.

Just as the last piece of clothing was removed, the door was suddenly pushed open with a creak: "Princely Heir, your medicine!"

A guard, Jiang Yang, walked in and was met with the sight of Su Luo and her maid stripping the unconscious Princely Heir.

After a few seconds, his face turned red like it was about to bleed: "What are you doing?"

Su Luo calmly replied: "Consummating the marriage."

"But the Prince's health …" The guard took a step forward, "Madam, you must not be impatient!"

"I asked a master from the Wanfo Temple yesterday. I should consummate the marriage and transfer my vital energy to your Princely Heir!" Su Luo shrugged, unconcerned. "He's already at his last gasp anyway. It's up to you whether you want to give it a try or not."

The guard's face changed several times, finally he put down the medication bowl: "Madam, I'll leave the medicine here. Please let me know if you need anything else."

With that, Su Luo felt a bit hungry. She usually ate three bowls of rice per meal. Today at noon, when she went out, her mother Lady Li was afraid she would eat too much and fall asleep in the bridal sedan chair, so she only let her eat two bowls. Then, she fell asleep in the bridal chamber because she was too hungry.

"Bring me something to eat, and deliver it in half an hour!"

Jiang Yang was rather worried as he left.

Secretly, he worried that the young Madam would torment the Princely Heir for half an hour. Given his condition, would such a lengthy bout end up costing him his life?

Just as he walked a few steps away, he heard the laughter of mistress and maid from behind him!

He realized something was amiss and wanted to go back, but the door of the room had already been locked with a click.

After Qing Yi locked the door and turned around, she saw her mistress starting to touch the Princely Heir while sighing.

Immediately, Qing Yi covered her eyes, peeping through her fingers at Su Luo while asking: "Miss, is it because the Princely Heir is too skinny that he doesn't feel good to the touch?"

Su Luo gave her a glare, regretfully saying: "I can't feel anything!"

Qing Yi's face turned even redder: "That...that can't be, can it?"