Chapter 953: What Happened?

Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Ye Leng’an, while Lingshan is indeed at fault here, she has already faced consequences,” Zhongyu Liuying said, observing Lingshan’s distress. “Please, produce the antidote now. We can discuss further matters once the poison is neutralized.”

No matter the circumstances, Lingshan couldn’t afford trouble within the Huangfu family’s premises. Otherwise, the Hidden World’s main family wouldn’t differentiate who struck first. They’d hold the Huangfu family responsible.

Furthermore, they had recently sent promising disciples to the main family. If anything happened to Zhongyu Lingshan now, those disciples might be recalled immediately, severing ties with the main family.

“Exactly,” Huangfu Jingzhang, with a stern face, echoed Liuying’s sentiments. “Today’s my birthday. Do me a favor. Provide Miss Lingshan with the antidote.”

His resolve mirrored Zhongyu Liuying’s. Nothing should endanger Zhongyu Lingshan here.

Gritting her teeth, Zhongyu Lingshan’s glare at Ye Leng’an intensified. If looks could kill, Ye Leng’an would be in pieces by now.

To her, all of this was a trap set by Ye Leng’an. The notion of combining the Five Days of Slumber with the Essence Cultivating Pill to form a deadlier poison was preposterous. It had never been heard of before.

Yet, Ye Leng’an remained nonchalant, reclining leisurely. With a smile, she innocently claimed, “You’re wasting your efforts targeting me. I don’t possess an antidote!”

Her grin deepened, leaving everyone guessing the veracity of her words.

“How’s that possible?” Zhongyu Liuying’s voice rose. “Didn’t you say…”

“What did I say?” Ye Leng’an shrugged, amused. “Wasn’t I clear earlier? As long as there wasn’t Five Days of Slumber in the wine she drank, she’d be fine. It was just an ordinary Essence Cultivating Pill, with health benefits! Alas, she drank the poison she concocted to clear her name. Who’s to blame?”

This was self-inflicted harm – none of her concern. She hadn’t even added fuel to the fire, which was charitable enough.

At this moment, Zhongyu Lingshan felt herself faltering under the sustained agony, her body and spirit taxed beyond measure.

Zhongyu Liuying rushed forward, supporting Zhongyu Lingshan to prevent her collapse, her face etched with worry.

A heavy atmosphere engulfed the living room.

Yet, everyone agreed if Ye Leng’an possessed the antidote, she should provide it. As guests, they couldn’t allow harm to befall Zhongyu Lingshan on the Huangfu family’s turf.

“What happened?” A chilling voice cut through, plunging the dining room’s temperature.

As the voice resonated, Huangfu Ruiling, emanating a frigid aura, entered. He’d finished his call and was now approaching. Though his steps seemed light, they weighed on everyone’s hearts, instilling a tremor.

They now remembered Ye Leng’an wasn’t alone. Huangfu Ruiling was present too. What was more, Ye Leng’an was his beloved.

If Huangfu Ruiling learned Ye Leng’an had nearly been poisoned, the repercussions would be dire. No one could withstand his wrath.

This realization sent shivers down their spines, especially Zhongyu Lingshan. She only dared to strike Ye Leng’an only when Huangfu Ruiling was away on the phone. She never imagined being exposed. Now, she didn’t know how to proceed, fearing Ye Leng’an would divulge everything.

Silence greeted Huangfu Ruiling’s query.

“What’s the matter?” he asked again, his voice colder than before.

“It’s nothing.” Huangfu Jingzhang forced a smile. “Just a joke. Nothing serious.”

He shot Ye Leng’an a warning look, hoping to deter any damaging revelations.

“Yes, it’s nothing,” Huangfu Jingxian chimed in, aware of the gravity. “Ruiling, let’s dine first! The food might get cold.”

Ignoring the others, Huangfu Ruiling fixed his gaze on Ye Leng’an, awaiting her response. His stance was clear. Trust extended solely to Ye Leng’an.

Ye Leng’an smiled and confessed calmly, “Someone tried to poison me. Now, she’s reaping what she sowed.”

Her words cast a pall, and no one dared meet Huangfu Ruiling’s seemingly composed gaze.

“Poisoned?” Huangfu Ruiling’s voice remained calm, yet it was unsettled. This calm forebode an impending storm. The quieter it was, the fiercer the tempest.

Unfazed, Ye Leng’an recounted the incident openly, without embellishment or omission.

Huangfu Ruiling’s countenance remained placid, but beneath the surface, turbulent waters roiled.

Zhongyu Lingshan, meanwhile, felt the weight of the world bearing down on her. The dual torment – physical and mental – left her pallid, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness.