Song Jingchen was silent for a moment before suddenly reaching out to grab Shen Yijia's hand. He took the teacup with his other hand and drank the tea in it.
As soon as the tea entered his throat, Song Jingchen's body trembled, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a shattering sound.
Shen Yijia's heart tightened. She asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
She had yet to experiment with it. "What if the book lied? What if it had been upgraded to poison?" she thought.
"Did I end up murdering him? Is it too late for me to find the person who wrote the book and kill him?"
"But so what if I kill the author?"
By then, there would be no point. Her beautiful husband would already have been buried in the ground.
"Madam Li would make me pay with my life, right? When I die, can we still be a ghost couple?
"No, no. At that time, Song Jingchen would probably want to kill me."
