"Miss Qiang! You are losing yourself to the poison." Fu Qi Hong noticed the changes in Mo Qiang the second her eyes started turning black. He knew that the poison in her body was taking over. Seeing her painful expression, Fu Qi Hong gritted his teeth and said to her, "You need to control that poison—ACK!"
He was still speaking when Mo Qiang reached out and clasped his neck. Her fingers digging into his throat as she croaked in a hoarse voice, "Go—run..."
Though Mo Qiang's body was no longer in her control, she knew inwardly she would be fine. Either Xiao An or her father would come to save her but Fu Qi Hong was not in the same situation as her. If she lost control, Fu Qi Hong would certainly be hurt.
Using the bits and pieces of her rationality, she pulled away her hand from Fu Qi Hong's throat.
"Run…"
Fu Zhao, who was watching everything through the camera in Fu Qi Hong's brooch, gritted her teeth. She was silent till now because she knew that Mo Qiang would protect her son but now that the protector had turned the danger —
"Fu Qi Hong! Run! Don't hesitate." Fu Zhao shouted in the microphone. She could not let Mo Qiang's hard work go down the drain.
"AHHH!!!" Mo Qiang screamed as she heard another voice. What was more, this voice was one that was grinding on her nerves very much. As soon as she heard Fu Zhao's voice, she only had one thought in her head and that was to kill the person in front of her.
This voice…Fu Zhao.
Fu Zhao!
The woman who cut her in two halves. The woman who took her head down and killed her kind.
She was going to kill her.
Mo Qiang let out a guttural scream and pounced at Fu Qi Hong, who dove to one side but didn't run away.
"Qi Hong!"
When Fu Zhao saw that her son was not running, she turned panicked. It would still take her ten minutes to arrive at the banquet hall; can Fu Qi Hong hold on till then?
"I am not running away, Imperial Mother." Fu Qi Hong refused to leave even though he was filled with terror. "She is in this condition because of me; there is no way I can do such a thing as abandoning her and leaving."
He knew that if he left, then his mother would kill Mo Qiang. At least with him here, Mo Qiang would have a hostage.
"FU QI HONG!" as his mother, how could Fu Zhao not notice what Fu Qi Hong was thinking? He was actually trying to use herself as a hostage to stop them from killing Mo Qiang.
"So, instead of trying to think of ways to kill Miss Mo painlessly, you might as well think of ways to save your majesty. Because if you kill her, then you will not only lose your son but your only leash to your wild hound."
Concubine Qi's fluttered lightly in the mecha craft but each word was heavier than the other.
"Qi—argh," Fu Qi Hong groaned as the woman pushed him down to the floor with his face against the cold surface. He could feel that the pressure behind his head was getting worse but he still didn't fight back. Because even though Mo Qiang was attacking him, he sensed that the woman had controlled her strength.
She never truly hurt him.
"Miss Qiang, if it makes you feel better, you can hurt me more," Fu Qi Hong tried to joke. "I can take it."
"Sh-shut up," Mo Qiang snarled. Even though her tone was harsh, he heard the slight helplessness in her voice which meant that the woman was still fighting for control. This was good.
As long as Mo Qiang fights the poison, she would be able to survive.
But —
"GET THE PRINCE OUT OF HERE!"
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