Morgan Shangguan sat leisurely in her chair, sipping tea. Noticing Susie Yun watching her, she raised an eyebrow and asked, "What is it?"
"Huh?" Susie Yun snapped back to reality, chuckled, and sighed, "Miss, you’re getting more beautiful every day!" Somehow, she felt that Miss was becoming more and more captivating—the lazy, alluring charm was simply mesmerizing.
Damien Gray, listening nearby, glanced at Morgan Shangguan. The seductive charm between her brows didn’t clash with her calm, gentle aura; instead, they complemented each other, making her all the more enchanting. A faint smile appeared on Damien’s lips as he quietly muttered, "That’s all thanks to me."
Morgan shot him a look and said irritably, "Just drink your tea!" He really did like to claim credit for everything.
Damien Gray smiled and raised his teacup to his lips, but suddenly his motion froze and the smile faded, replaced by a sharp glint in his eyes.
Sensing his odd behavior, Morgan looked at him inquiringly. Damien lowered his gaze, hiding the fleeting cold murderous intent in his eyes, and handed her the teacup.
Morgan took the teacup and gently sniffed it, then asked, "Susie, did anything happen while you were making the tea?"
Susie Yun was quick-witted and instantly guessed that something was wrong with the tea. Morgan didn’t suspect her at all, which moved Susie deeply. After thinking for a moment, she said, "While I was making the tea, the puppy suddenly started barking nonstop. I went to check and found its leg was broken. Ryan Ouyang is still looking after it!"
She’d assumed the puppy was just careless—after all, who in the Ghost King's Manor would go out of their way to break its leg? Morgan was waiting for her tea, so she’d dragged the sleepy Ryan Ouyang to care for the puppy while she brought the tea over. But now, it seemed things weren’t so simple. Someone must have broken the puppy’s leg to draw her away. She’d been too careless, thinking the manor was safe and letting her guard down.
There had always been people secretly watching the Nether Court, but after the demonic gathering, Damien Gray had withdrawn them. After all, no one likes being watched all the time. He’d done it to win Morgan’s heart, thinking of everything, but that also gave others a chance to strike.
A cold aura seeped from Damien Gray. He hadn’t lived in the Nether Court long, and only drank tea with Morgan out of habit—clearly, the target wasn’t him.
It’s not easy for a traitor to infiltrate the Ghost King's Manor, so apart from those inside, only outsiders like Duanmu Li and Yi Qing’er are suspects. Duanmu Li likes Morgan, and if he wanted to poison someone, he’d poison himself. As the Martial Alliance Leader, he wouldn’t use ordinary arsenic—he’d have access to far deadlier poisons. He’s too sentimental to risk Morgan’s life. He wouldn’t do it.
The most suspicious is Yi Qing’er. Her jealousy toward Morgan is obvious. While Tianji Zi is skilled in medicine and poison, Yi Qing’er, pampered by Yi Ziyuan, only excelled in the arts—not martial arts or poisons. She’s alone now, and has no access to deadly poisons, so using arsenic, which is easy to obtain, makes sense.
Damien Gray, face cold, ordered Jing Mochen to bring Yi Qing’er, then pulled Morgan into his lap, holding her tightly. He whispered in her ear, "Anyone who harms you deserves to die!"
His voice was soft but chilling. As he spoke, the sinister ghostly aura around him erupted, making it hard to breathe. Susie Yun instinctively stepped back, feeling her chest tighten with fear. She looked up, terrified, and saw Damien’s cold, bloodthirsty eyes, his lips curled cruelly, jaw tense and merciless. The invisible ghostly energy seemed ready to swallow her whole. Just one look, and Susie didn’t dare look again—she stood trembling, cold sweat soaking her back, her face pale. She finally understood the terror of the Ghostmaster, and he hadn’t even made a move!
Just the murderous aura he released made her legs weak; it was hard to even stand. How terrifying was the Ghostmaster? She didn’t want to find out firsthand!
Seeing Susie couldn’t bear it, Morgan gestured for her to leave. Susie, not caring about anything else, struggled to move her shaky legs and fled the room. Honestly, most heroes would collapse in front of Damien Gray; she was lucky to remain standing!
Morgan wasn’t affected at all; she could withstand Damien’s murderous aura. Even though he was furious, he made sure not to let it touch her.
Morgan sighed, lifted the teacup to his lips, and said softly, "Calm down." Such a clumsy method couldn’t hurt her at all—she hadn’t expected him to be so angry!
The terrifying murderous aura gradually faded. Damien looked down at the teacup at his lips, drank from Morgan’s hand, and asked, "Princess Consort, are you trying to poison me?" Morgan was holding the cup with arsenic.
Morgan chuckled, "And you still dare to drink it?" He really wasn’t afraid of death!
Damien’s gaze lingered on her smiling lips, then he gently kissed her and said with a smile, "Princess Consort would never poison me."
A smile appeared in Morgan’s eyes as she suddenly kissed him. Damien didn’t resist; if she dared, it meant nothing would happen.
Morgan smiled, tangled with him for a moment, then pulled away and said, "Ordinary poisons can’t hurt me." Her heart softened, and her smile deepened. He wasn’t afraid she’d poison him; he was only afraid she’d be poisoned by accident, so even kissing her made him nervous!