Abandoned Daughter from a Noble Family: Poison to the World

Su Wanqing watched Nanny Lin get angry and felt very happy. It felt so good to have someone supporting her!

Shuntian Hou comforted her for a long time, and then carefully asked her why she was missing during the lantern festival, and then left reluctantly.

He also called Xisu to prepare soothing tea for Su Wanqing.

Watching everyone walk away, Xisu slept alone on the small couch next to the master's bed.

Su Wanqing tiptoed and lit a stick of incense, and looked through the poisonous sect tips given to her by her junior uncle.

Her adoptive mother had taught her this in her previous life, but at that time she had only been taught it piecemeal and not systematically, which made Su Wanqing a little confused.

It is much more difficult for women to live in this world than for men. If you learn more, you can protect yourself and your biological mother.

Su Wanqing worked hard to learn and memorize.

She will never let her adoptive mother leave her!

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The next day, Xisu got up later than usual and waited on Su Wanqing to freshen up with doubts.

"Miss, you got up earlier than this slave today. Does your head still hurt?"

Su Wanqing rubbed her cheek against Xisu's palm and looked at the two people in the bronze mirror coquettishly.

"I have something to ask you. If you tell the truth, I won't feel any pain."

Xisu smiled helplessly and rubbed the braids that Su Wanqing had made.

"Okay, okay, as long as you don't have a headache, miss, it won't be a problem for me to tell you a hundred truths."

Su Wanqing couldn't help but feel pain in her heart when she thought about Xisu being beaten to death by King Mo in her previous life.

But her reason told her that no one except A Niang should be completely trusted.

She was so afraid that if she was sincere, she would end up with a piece of shit like King Mo.

"What is the thing you want most?"

Everything in the world is for profit, and Su Wanqing wants Xisu to completely become his own.

Xisu didn't even think about it. He gently pinched Su Wan's thin face and smiled sweetly.

"I just hope that this slave can follow the young lady for the rest of her life and never be separated."

Su Wanqing was addicted to coquettishness, and King Mo was not kind to her after the marriage. She always had a warm face but a cold butt, and was ridiculed and teased by King Mo's other concubines.

When she was most embarrassed, Xisu would bravely stand in front of her and protect her.

"Don't lie to me."

Su Wanqing was like a lazy kitten, curling up softly in Xisu's arms.

Xisu, however, was very serious, with sincere eyes and a poisonous oath.

"Every word Xisu said today is true. If there is even half a word that is false, God will send down a purple thunder and strike me to death."

After yesterday's incident at Fulu Hall, the entire Marquis Mansion knew that the new girl had a bad temper and should not be offended.

That day, if you dared to fight against the pillar in front of your ancestors, if you provoked her, would you still be hacked to death by her with a knife?

"Everyone in the Hou Mansion is afraid of me now, Xisu, look at the servants tending the flowers and plants over there. As soon as they saw me, they hid under the grass, thinking I didn't see them."

Su Wanqing wore her favorite goose yellow. She didn't like cumbersome skirts.

Xisu tried to find a way to change her into a men's round-neck robe, a beauty brocade robe, which was particularly eye-catching and beautiful.

"It's a good thing that the people in the mansion are afraid of the young lady. Because the young lady is a powerful person, they will take you seriously and won't dare to provoke you, just like they did to the third young lady."

Xisu followed beside her.

"Speaking of which, many martial arts masters surrounded Su Qingrou and beat her that day, and she received five more blows from behind. How is the situation now?"

Su Wanqing wanted to make good use of Aunt Chen and Su Qingrou. The enemy of her enemy was her friend.

"Let's go to the warehouse to pick out some treasures and send them to Furongyuan."

Su Wanqing looked at Xisu with a smile, and the two of them found the warehouse by familiar paths.

The Marquis of Shuntian was a highly respected minister, and the warehouse alone occupied several rooms. Fortunately, the residence was given by the emperor by decree, otherwise the specifications would have been too presumptuous.

Su Wanqing knew that there were many treasures hidden inside. She and Xisu were separated at both ends, like little mice falling into a rice vat.

The tortoise's back was brought to the mansion on the birthday of the Marquis. Su Wanqing walked past countless golden pearls and jade.

Exquisitely clear jade and exquisite coral finally landed in front of a medicine wall containing elixirs to enhance internal strength.

She has learned the Poison Sect Mental Technique, and will have to practice martial arts and internal strength in the future.

She was not polite to Shuntian Hou, and immediately swept into her arms those pills that sold for thousands of gold a pill outside, and saw a poisonous weed growing in a glass bottle out of the corner of her eye.

When Wu Tuyue was a child, she thought she was illiterate. After all, no six-year-old girl had to learn how to read. Her negligence caused Su Wanqing to see another evil book.

The book also specifically drew the pattern of Moon Flower Grass. If ordinary people swallow it, they can wash away the pure blood from their bodies and replace it with the "poisonous blood" that the poisonous sect disciples long for.

She held the small glass bottle with a half chance of success.

If she can improve on the existing foundation, she will die if she fails.

"Miss, what do you think of a jar of frost and snow melting ointment?"

Xisu held up a box of ointment that was only as big as a child's hand.

The outer boxes are covered with gold foil, which is extremely luxurious.

The mint green translucent ointment is filled with fine jade, and as soon as you open it, you will feel a refreshing fragrance.

Su Wanqing smiled and nodded, "You made a good choice, take this one."

Furong Courtyard was the only good courtyard after Bai's residence. It was spacious and comfortable. Su Qingrou, who was seriously injured and bedridden, lay on the bed without saying a word.

Aunt Chen returned to the house, but she was definitely not a crying and delicate woman. She had a gloomy face and watched the maid applying medicine to her daughter.

The four-year-old fourth young master over there was jumping up and down holding a colorful windmill, knocking down the maid who was applying medicine to Su Qingrou.

He also slapped Su Qingrou on the back where the staff was applied.

Suddenly, the skin on his back was torn open, and blood flowed out again, staining the quilt underneath him red.

"What are you doing? Do you know that your sister is in pain right now?"

When Aunt Chen saw that the Marquis did not hit Su Wanqing, she became angry and slapped the Fourth Young Master on his fair and tender face.

The little guy covered his face, not daring to cry, and defended in a low voice: "I miss my sister, and I want her to play windmill with me."

As he spoke, he innocently held up his precious windmill and showed it to Aunt Chen.

"What are you playing for? Don't cause trouble in front of me. Grandma Wang, take the fourth young master down for me!"

Aunt Chen grabbed the windmill, crushed it to pieces with her feet, and pushed her annoying son out.

It happened that the fourth young master fell at Su Wanqing's feet. She helped him up, thinking about wiping the little thing's tears.

But he bit his lip and ran away in tears, refusing to even go back to pick up the windmill.

"If my aunt dislikes this child so much, why did she give birth to him and suffer in this world in the first place?"

Su Wanqing was only fifteen years old at this time, but her youthful face had the bearing of a matron.

It is said in the world that sons are favored over daughters, but Aunt Chen is a woman who favors daughters over sons. She is extremely doting on her daughter.

His son, who was too late to be loved by others, was treated like a broken shoe.

"Outsiders are not welcome in Furong Courtyard. Are the people in the courtyard dead? They don't let anyone know when they come?!"

Aunt Chen naturally placed her hatred on Su Wanqing. In her previous life, the Bai family vented her anger more and more on her behalf.

Those who are punished will intensify their bullying and stumbling blocks.

Su Wanqing smiled calmly and looked at the furious Aunt Chen gently.

"Why should my aunt be angry? I came here just to discuss business with a smart person like my aunt."

Xisu brought the priceless bottle of frost and snow wound ointment, which shocked Aunt Chen, who was used to seeing good things.

Shuntianhou's warehouse is different from the Houfu's warehouse. It is a separate place. The treasures stored there cannot be touched except by Shuntianhou himself.

"The Marquis actually loves you so much."

Aunt Chen gritted her teeth and used her rationality to restrain her from continuing to be angry.

Su Wanqing raised her hand towards the pavilion outside, "Auntie, do you think I have a chance to discuss business with you?"

She was obviously smiling from the bottom of her heart, but in the eyes of others, she was an outright threat.