After Kicking Over the Scumbag, the Whole City Wants to Marry Me

Chapter 445

Ye Zhuojiang was filled with anxiety as he watched people coming and going. After all, Zhao Prince had already fallen into a coma, and if they kept trying his blood like this... He might die from excessive blood loss before they found someone whose blood matched best with his.

"Miss Ying... I think... we should stop for now... Let Zhao Prince rest for a bit..."

People came and left in the courtyard. Gu Ying expressionlessly nodded slightly, personally taking gauze to wrap Zhao Prince's wound.

She couldn't bear to let Adu hurt so much either. That sturdy arm was cut until it turned dark green... If they kept letting blood like this, even the Prince wouldn't be able to stand it.

She sighed despondently. It seemed there was no sign of things taking a turn for the better.

"We'll find it," Ye Zhuojiang comforted. "The Zhao clan members have also come, it will be easier to find suitable blood between close relatives."

Gu Ying nodded lightly, too exhausted to speak.

Just then, Yanzhi quickly walked over and handed her a note, "Mistress, this was sent from the gatekeeper, saying a young man wants to see you."

Gu Ying's temple throbbed slightly. "Let me see."

Yanzhi handed it over. "Here, Mistress."

Gu Ying read the note. It said the person had the antidote, but would only disclose it after meeting her.

Ye Zhuojiang felt it was a scam. "Miss Ying must not go."

Gu Ying's slender eyebrows furrowed slightly. At the moment there was no other way. For Zhao Prince's sake, even if it was through mountains of daggers and seas of flames, she had to give it a try.

"Yin Lan, ready the carriage."

Ye Zhuojiang was helpless. He also knew Ying was grasping at straws in her desperation.

But the Prince's poison really couldn't wait much longer...

He paced back and forth anxiously, snatching the whip from Yin Lan's hand. "Fine, I'll escort Miss Ying there."

...

At the teahouse.

In the private room, there only sat an elegant and refined-looking young man.

Behind Gu Ying, however, was a large group of maids and servants as guards. It made her side seem somewhat pretentious.

"You came?"

The youth was holding a Yueqing ceramic teacup, and looked up.

Gu Ying raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced over indifferently, sizing him up. She saw his small face was exquisite, his skin fair, with two piercings on his earlobes. She instantly knew this person's identity.

"So the young lady is the famous Princess Le Su."

The corner of the youth's mouth curled up, revealing two shallow dimples. His bright eyes swiftly looked towards Gu Ying.

"So you are General Zhao's wife. Seeing really is believing." There was a rare amazed look in Le Su's eyes. Her tone was flippant. "You're so beautiful, even more beautiful than I heard. No wonder General Zhao married you!"

Her compliment made Gu Ying uncomfortable. She disliked this Le Su even more. "The Princess and I aren't close."

"Aren't we getting acquainted today?" She enthusiastically stretched out her fair hand. "I'm Le Su, pleased to meet you."

"I'd advise the Princess not to be too pleased too soon."

"Is Madam hostile towards me?"

"Why else?"

"Why can't we be friends?"

The girl from the grasslands had a kind of refreshing straightforwardness.

But Gu Ying felt the girl before her was detestable. "The Princess is thinking too much. We won't ever be friends in this lifetime."

"Isn't Madam speaking too soon? Who knows—" She blinked coquettishly, glancing at Gu Ying's haggard face and Ye Zhuojiang's arrogant handsome one. "One day, we might even become sisters in the Zhao Country mansion."

"That definitely won't happen. I believe my husband won't like a girl like the Princess."

She wasn't moving too well, so Ye Zhuojiang supported her to sit opposite Le Su.

Le Su taunted, "How do you know he won't like me?"

Gu Ying's eyes were cold. "Because I'm his wife."

The "husband" made Le Su uncomfortable. The corner of her mouth stiffened before smiling again.

When Zhao Changdu first went to the borderlands at fifteen, she had already seen him from her father's horseback.

Her father was the man she admired most. Yet Zhao Changdu was only fifteen, but could shoot her father off his horse with one arrow.

That maddened look of his, like a wolf cub of the grasslands.

In an instant he had captured her heart.

She watched helplessly as he rode away from her father's formation. His temperament and unrestrained casual air were enchanting. Her heart thumped rapidly.

She was still young then and didn't understand what liking someone meant. Only when she grew up later did she realize why she would often throw away a princess's propriety these ten years, disguising herself to sneak into the Dongli Army to see him.

The closer she got, the more her heart stirred, the more she wanted him.

It was a pity that last year when he returned to Bian Capital to give military reports, he actually married a wife behind her back.

When she heard the news, she shook with anger for days on end, refusing to eat or drink, falling seriously ill. Fortunately she soon calmed down again. It was just a nobleman's daughter who seldom stepped out. How could she compare to her, a princess of the grasslands?

One day, she would definitely snatch Zhao Changdu back from that young noblewoman.

Later, she heard from Jiang Yin that the noble young lady turned out to be a slut who had slept with thousands. How could such a cheap, filthy woman deserve General Zhao?

That night at Moon Lake, after General Zhao learned of this, his always proud and cold handsome face without the slightest ripple of emotion cracked. Fury roiled in his brows and eyes, malicious qi seethed.

An enraged man even more exceptionally handsome. It was a pity that by then she had already set poison all around them. Otherwise she could have witnessed his mad look - it must have been quite stimulating.

She cradled her face in both hands and tilted her head, revealing a naive girlish posture. She murmured, "Yes I poisoned him, and made him spend a night with me by Moon Lake... Now, do you think I'm qualified to marry him?"

Gu Ying's eyes narrowed dangerously, her fingers curling slightly.

Le Su sized up Gu Ying's pretended composure. She curled her lips again, a shy look surfacing on her cheek. "He has defiled me as a great general. At such a critical juncture of peace talks between both countries, I presume your emperor wouldn't watch idly as the peace-bond Princess dies in Bian Capital right? For General Zhao's sake, this princess is even willing to sacrifice her life."

She was resorting to threatening with her life.