Steal my marriage? Turn around and marry the tyrant to take the throne

Chapter 1141 Tomorrow is Shen Zhinian's death date

Green Radish kept her head down the whole time, her body was stiff, and even her breathing was very light. She felt like she was being frying in a frying pan every minute and every second...

Finally, Shen Zhinian put down the silver chopsticks, picked up the handkerchief and gently pressed the corners of his lips.

Shen Nanqiao quickly put down the spoon in her hand, stood up and bowed respectfully: "I have disturbed your majesty for a long time today, so I will take my leave first. Your majesty, please have a good rest."

Shen Zhinian did not try to persuade him to stay, but just nodded slightly, his tone still gentle: "Okay."

"Sister, if you have nothing to do, you can come and sit with me anytime."

Shen Nanqiao's voice was filled with a hint of uncontrollable excitement: "Thank you, Madam!"

She bowed deeply again and left the warm and fragrant tent with the green ivy.

The curtain fell, blocking out the view from inside.

Shen Nanqiao's straight back relaxed instantly, and his eyes showed madness and excitement that were forcibly suppressed!

Luoluo looked at the frightening smile on her face, and her hands holding the food box were shaking so much that she could hardly hold it...

"lady……"

As soon as she returned to Shen Nanqiao's tent, Luoluo could no longer hold on. She fell to her knees with a plop, her voice trembling: "Madam, stop it!"

"I beg you! Now... now before you make a big mistake, there is still room for turning back!"

"You go and ask the Imperial Concubine Chen for help, or... or tell His Majesty that you were coerced..."

Shen Nanqiao turned around abruptly, the docile mask on his face completely disappeared, leaving only a ferocious hatred, his eyes were like a poisoned knife, stabbing at Luluo fiercely: "Shut up!"

"Turn back? Why should I turn back? It's Shen Zhinian who owes me! She's the one who killed my child!"

"I endured humiliation and pretended to be nice just to wait for this day!"

"The opportunity is right in front of me, and you dare ask me to give up?"

Luoluo was frightened by Shen Nanqiao's eyes and her whole body went limp, but she still begged: "But Madam... that is the crime of murdering the imperial concubine! Once it is exposed, we..."

"It's impossible to be exposed!"

Shen Nanqiao interrupted fiercely, his voice excited: "As long as it is done cleanly, who will know?"

"Xiu Lang said that the poison is colorless and tasteless, and even a silver needle cannot detect it."

"When that bitch Shen Zhinian gets her stomach ripped open, who would suspect me, her law-abiding sister?"

She gasped, her eyes burning with desperate madness: "Get out!"

"If you dare to say another word, I will pull out your tongue first!"

Luoluo looked at Shen Nanqiao's completely distorted face and knew that it was useless to persuade him any further. The great fear made her crawl away.

……

Inside the auspicious cloud tent, the warm fragrance remains.

Handan cleaned the table neatly, while Fuqiu brought a cup of hot tea to Shen Zhinian.

The tent became quiet, with only the slight clinking of porcelain being heard.

"Miss."

Fuqiu looked at Shen Zhinian's calm face and asked in a low voice: "What should we do next?"

Shen Zhinian took the teacup, felt the warm porcelain wall with his fingertips, and a cold arc slowly appeared at the corners of his lips.

The smile did not reach his eyes, but instead revealed a chilling sense of control over the overall situation.

"Next?"

She gently sipped her tea, her voice lazily playful, as if she was talking about an interesting pastime: "Of course, I will give my 'good' sister a chance."

"Let her think...her plan has succeeded!"

……

The days at Mulan Paddock passed with the sounds of trumpets and horse hooves.

Frost formed on the withered grass, and flags fluttered under the banners. Nangong Xuanyu occasionally had the interest of hunting, and the black-armored guards escorted the emperor to ride into the forest, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Deep in the camp, the gorgeous tent with the pattern of the Zhai bird and auspicious clouds became another silent hunting ground.

For several days in a row, Shen Nanqiao's figure always appeared outside Shen Zhinian's tent on time in the early morning light.

Fuqiu lifted the curtain to welcome her in, and a delicious breakfast was already prepared.

Shen Nanqiao was respectful in his posture and gentle in his words.

Shen Zhinian's attitude towards her also became visibly gentler. She was no longer distant and attentive as she had been at the beginning. Instead, she had a bit of the feeling of a sisterly chat.

From the outside, they are sisters who are still connected. Shen Nanqiao is now on good terms with Concubine Chen, and many people want to curry favor with her.

For a time, Shen Nanqiao's status in the paddock rose a lot.

"Mrs. Lu looks better today."

When a sharp-eyed countess "accidentally" ran into Shen Nanqiao on the trail in the camp, she smiled warmly: "After all, you are the elder sister of Concubine Chen. Now that Concubine Chen cares about you so much, it's really a deep sisterly love that makes others envious!"

"Yeah yeah."

A young lady from the Marquis's mansion next to her immediately said, with an undisguised flattering look in her eyes: "Madam Lu, if you are free, why don't you come sit in my tent? I just got some pre-rain Longjing tea from Jiangnan, and I would like to invite you to taste it."

Shen Nanqiao put on a perfectly gentle smile and nodded slightly in response, enjoying the awe and fawning looks coming from all directions.

This sudden rise in status was like a warm current flowing through her heart, bringing a dizzying comfort.

But when I think about it...all this was donated by Shen Zhinian!

It was her enemy, the residue that slipped through her fingers...

The more Shen Nanqiao was surrounded and flattered by others, the more intense his hatred for Shen Zhinian burned in his heart!

This false glory was like arsenic wrapped in honey, and every bit of sweetness made her want to vomit!

Finally, the time has come——

That morning, Fuqiu came in holding a cup of freshly brewed Mengding Ganlu, but Shen Zhinian's eyes fell on Shen Nanqiao with a hint of casual intimacy.

"Sister, please keep your hands steady and pour me a cup."

"Fuqiu is a clumsy girl who always complains about the heat."

At this moment, Shen Nanqiao's heart almost jumped out of his throat!

At the beginning, Shen Zhinian didn't trust her at all and never gave her a chance to touch anything edible.

But now...

Shen Nanqiao suppressed the trembling of his fingertips, still with a gentle smile on his face, and steadily took the warm sweet white glaze pot.

Then he slowly poured the amber tea into the thin-bodied teacup in front of Shen Zhinian, which was as blue as the sky after the rain.

The sound of water was like the gurgling sound of a war drum beating wildly in her heart.

Opportunities are just around the corner!

As long as she gently twists the pearl at the end of her hairpin, the poison inside will pour out...

But Shen Nanqiao held back.

She needed more secure timing.

A foolproof opportunity that would allow her to escape unscathed.

tomorrow!

Tomorrow’s breakfast!

She had observed for many days that Shen Zhinian had the habit of moistening his throat with a cup of tea when he woke up in the morning. At that time, there were the fewest people in the tent and they were the most relaxed.

As usual, Shen Nanqiao accompanied Shen Zhinian to finish breakfast and talked for a while before leaving.

After returning, Shen Nanqiao held the jade hairpin in his hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "...I have been humble for so long, and finally I will win!"

"Tomorrow is the day Shen Zhinian dies!"