Return of the Medical Concubine: The reborn legitimate daughter goes crazy and kills!

He spoke, his voice lazy.

Yun Chaomu's fingertips trembled, but she suppressed the fear in her heart and stepped forward. She wanted to know the reason why Di Wuming captured her.

As he got closer, he could feel the pressure coming from him. At this time, Di Wuming had put down the teapot in his hand, holding a teacup between his fingers, and put it to his lips to take a sip, then put it on the stone table, making a light bang sound, which fell into Yun Chaomu's ears. His heart tightened, and he heard Di Wuming say, "Miss Meng, what did you see that day?"

His voice was low and hoarse, concealing temptation, yet revealing a hint of tentative coldness.

Yun Chaomu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Which day did the prince say?"

"Ah……"

There was only a light laugh, but the smile did not reach his eyes. Emperor Wuming tapped the table with his fingers, and then said, "Three days ago, at the banquet in the palace..."

Yun Chaomu's expression was blank for a moment. Three days ago... Meng Qingge attended a banquet in the palace, but accidentally fell into the water. She was unconscious for three days and became her when she woke up. In other words, Meng Qingge died in this drowning. Was it related to the Youwang Di Wuming? But her memory was broken, and she did not inherit all of Meng Qingge's memories. She didn't know what happened at that time...

She pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, I didn't see anything that day. I don't know what Your Majesty is talking about..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a flash of golden light, and a golden thread suddenly shot out from his hand and directly wrapped around her neck.

"Miss Meng San, I hate liars the most."

A cold voice sounded, and the golden thread wrapped around the neck suddenly exerted force.

The feeling of suffocation came over him instantly. The huge sense of oppression made Yun Chaomu fall to his knees on the ground. His vision went dark, and physiological tears filled his eyes. The air in his mouth decreased, and it seemed as if his throat was cut.

In a trance, the fragmented memories poured in like the tip of the iceberg.

That was Meng Qingge's memory...

In a palace, overgrown with weeds and no sign of human life, she accidentally broke into it and happened to see Di Wuming killing people. There were two bodies, all covered in blood. He slowly wiped the blood off his hands with a handkerchief, then stretched out his hand to a woman not far away and said, "Don't be afraid."

But she couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

Was it because of this incident? Meng Qingge had seen something that she shouldn't have seen, and that's why she was killed.

Is she going to die?

She had just woken up and became Meng Qingge from Yun Chaomu. She hadn't had time to do anything, her revenge hadn't been taken, Yun Qianqian's conspiracy hadn't been exposed, and Azhan didn't know the truth yet. Was she going to die again?

She had suffered so much injustice, been treated so cruelly, framed, imprisoned, gave birth to a stillborn baby, died tragically, and remained infamous after her death. How could she die without justice being sought?

She opened her eyes wide and looked with great effort at the indifferent Di Wuming in front of her. That beautiful face was filled with cold indifference.

Why?

why?

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyes, which were originally full of death, burst into a hateful light. She suddenly raised her hand and grasped the golden thread. She didn't care that the golden thread cut her palm and bled. She pulled hard and used the force to rise up. She pulled out the jade hairpin on her hand and pressed it directly against Di Wuming's chest, "Prince You, if we have to die, we will die together!"

She snapped, her eyes bloodshot.

Emperor Wuming never expected that Meng Qingge would fight back. When he saw the hairpin against her chest, his handsome face instantly turned as cold as ice. He had underestimated Meng Qingge. He didn't expect that she was actually skilled in martial arts.

At this moment, Yun Chaomu's eyes were darkening, but she didn't dare to relax at all. She pushed the hairpin down hard, piercing her skin and flesh. Blood came out instantly. If it went in a little further, it would pierce her heart. This was a game, and it was her only bargaining chip.

She is Meng Qingge, but her soul is Yun Chaomu. When she was alive, she was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She was taught martial arts by Xiao Zhan himself, and he had been teaching her martial arts for ten years. However, she would have never expected that after her body died and her soul was reborn, she still relied on the martial arts he taught her to survive.

"Heh...Meng Qingge, everyone knows that the little girl of the Meng family is barbaric, vulgar, and uncouth, but I didn't expect that she is also a vicious person who hides her true intentions. I underestimated you!"

Di Wuming's voice was icy cold.

The next moment, she pushed the golden thread in her hand harder and pushed it in a little more. Blood flowed out, her breathing was choked, her eyes were bloodshot, and her vision went black. In the next second, her fragile neck would be broken. In a trance, she heard Di Wuming's deadly and ruthless voice, "Okay, let's die together..."

He is not afraid of death or threats.

But the hairpin in Yun Chaomu's hand could no longer move an inch, she couldn't do it, she couldn't die together with Di Wuming, she still had a blood feud to avenge, she died once and was accidentally reborn, God would not give her another chance!

Blood and tears fell down, her hand holding the hairpin was trembling, her breathing was dull and painful, her other hand scratched and touched Di Wuming's wrist, in just one breath, her whole breath froze, no wonder! No wonder Di Wuming was not afraid of death, because he was about to die, his pulse was weak, the poison pulse was heavy, and he would not live long!

"Emperor Wuming, you are poisoned, your heart rhythm is disordered, and your vital pulse is dying. You will die in half a year at most. I can save you!"

Yun Chaomu held his breath, gritted his teeth and spoke with difficulty, finishing his words in one breath.

With a pair of red eyes, he tilted his neck and stared at Di Wuming closely.

She knew medicine and had a master since she was six years old. The master was an expert in both medicine and poison, but the master was secretive and did not allow her to tell others about her apprenticeship. Therefore, her family did not know that she knew medicine. Only Ah Zhan knew something about it, but he respected her and never asked her too many questions. She studied medicine for ten years. One day, the master left and never came back. He only left her two medical books, which she carefully treasured.

As her eyes turned red and she spoke intermittently, the golden thread around her neck seemed to loosen a little. Yun Chaomu was able to catch his breath and hurriedly spoke again, "Prince You, I have forgotten everything that happened in the palace that day. I don't remember anything. Let's make a deal. You spare my life and I'll save yours."

Yun Chaomu gritted her teeth and said that she didn't know why Di Wuming was so favored that he was poisoned, but this was her last bargaining chip.

The golden thread wrapped around his neck seemed to loosen, but Di Wuming's face was still indifferent. He glanced at her with his phoenix eyes, his expression was silent, and his whole body was extremely cold, like a frozen land. He opened his thin lips slightly, "Meng Qingge, do you think I'm afraid of death?"

This light sentence almost made Yun Chaomu despair.

"What do you want me to do to let you go? I can't die. Give me three months. If you want to kill me, can you let me die after three months?"