Yang An’s face was very pale, and he had lost a lot of weight.
As soon as he saw Xiao Yuchuan, he knelt down, "Valley Master."
Xiao Yuchuan handed the dicine bottle in his hand to the guard Li Mu beside him.
Li Mu spoke up, "This is a new type of poisonous insect concocted by the Valley Master. Preliminary estimates indicate that drinking this poison will feel like thousands of ants gnawing at you. You should drink this poison and record the sensations you experience when the poison takes effect. There is currently no antidote for this poison, and you might not survive if you can’t endure it."
Without hesitation, Yang An took the bottle handed over by Li Mu, uncorked it, and drank the poison in one gulp, "I should never have been infatuated with that treacherous woman Wei Qingyi. My life belongs to the Valley Master, and being able to test poisons for him is my honor."
His words seed to move Xiao Yuchuan. He ordered, "Take Yang An away. If he survives this ti, he won’t need to test poisons anymore."
Yang An’s face flashed with joy, and he knelt on both knees, "Thank you for your great kindness, Valley Master. I vow to repay this debt with my life!"
"Go down."
"Yes." Yang An respectfully left the courtyard. Before exiting the courtyard door, a flicker of jealous resentnt flashed in his eyes.
Li Mu watched Yang An’s departing figure and asked, "Valley Master, do you trust him?"
Xiao Yuchuan’s expression was indifferent, revealing nothing of his thoughts, "What do you think?"
Two days passed, and Yang An miraculously survived, cooperating daily with the servants to ticulously record his sensations from testing the poison to better understand its effects.
He was permitted to return to his own room.
Being a dical practitioner, his room naturally contained so herbs to treat injuries and illnesses.
So dicines have opposing properties and can be combined to create poisons.
Recently, he had been testing extrely potent poisons.
His blood had already beco a blood-sealing throat poison.
Everyone thought him to be gentle and polite, just an average doctor with above-average dical skills.
Little did they know, he could perform martial arts. Though not an expert, he was above average in skill.
Combined with his ability to poison others unexpectedly...
He had a chance!
A hint of hatred and obsession flared up in his eyes, and he muttered, "Qingyi, don’t bla Brother Yang for saying he shouldn’t have been infatuated with you. Brother Yang had no choice but to say that. You will definitely forgive , won’t you? Your chastity belongs to , and even if you don’t love , I believe you will accept the reality and beco my wife. I’ve loved you for so many years, how could I bear losing you? Your dying plea, your last words, Brother Yang will fulfill them at any cost, even if it ans risking his life. I could never bear to refuse you... never..."
He continuously observed the movents of the Valley Master and Su Qingyue secretly.
He was not an utterly heartless traitor; Qingyi only asked for Su Qingyue’s death, so he only aid to take her life, without harming the Valley Master who had been kind to him.
A despairing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Qingyi, Su Qingyue is the world’s foremost divine doctor. Normal poisons can’t affect her at all. I don’t have another chance to get close to her again. I will perish together with her, and accompany you in death. You won’t be lonely... wait for ."
The next day, Yang An quickly found an opportunity.
The Valley Master left Qin Garden to gather mature poisonous insects for creating new poisons, which would take one or two hours.
Su Qingyue was alone in Qin Garden.
Yang An, wearing a dark blue cloth garnt, held a few sheets of paper and approached Qin Garden.
The guard stopped him, "What is your business?"
"I wrote so records of the poison tests over the past few days, as per the Valley Master’s command. Once written, they are to be presented." He offered the sheets of paper.
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