Suddenly, a soldier came in. He sneered when he heard her curse.
"You still want people to die? I wonder who's the one dying? Hmph!"
"You…"
Xue Ling wanted to glare and scold him, but she opened her mouth and could not say a word.
All the words seemed stuck in her throat, nearly choking her to death. She grew even more terrified when she saw the bowl of medicine in the soldier's hand.
"No, don't kill me."
Is there poison in that bowl? Qian Jiyun can't take it anymore and wants to kill me to empty my seat for An Jiuyue!
"Kill you?" The soldier sneered and looked at Xue Ling like she was an idiot. "Killing people like you will only dirty my hands!"
"You—"
Xue Ling was furious. She wanted to insult him but broke into coughing fits.
The soldier could not be bothered to talk to a woman like Xue Ling. He grabbed her chin and poured the medicine into her mouth.
"Mmph, mmph!"
