Mu Niancheng wiped his sweat, "Isn't it too early to drink ceremonial wine now?"
"Who said we're drinking ceremonial wine?" Qi Yunqiao smiled cunningly, "These nine cups contain four with special ingredients, the other five, four are poison, and one is an antidote. Even if you drink from the other cups, it won't kill you, just make you uncomfortable. But if you drink poison, you'd have to pick one cup as the antidote, and you only get one chance to do that."
People nearby couldn't help but wipe sweat for Mu Niancheng, is this what marrying a wife looks like?
"Wifey, are you trying to poison me to inherit my wealth?"
"Hehe…"
"Just tell me if you're drinking or not." Qi Yunqiao said, "If you do, everything between us before is cleared, and we'll live well. If you don't, wait and see how I'll deal with you later."
Ye Haoyang pat Niancheng's shoulder sympathetically, "You could have married a virtuous lady but chose to marry a witch."
