Poisoned by My Mistress

Poisoned Chains

My name is Mu Yunfeng, and not long ago, I somehow ended up with a bargain woman—no, wait, a bargain master.

At first, I thought I had escaped a wolf’s den only to fall into a tiger’s lair. But unexpectedly, this mistress of mine seemed to treat me rather well.

When I was bullied, she stepped in and defended me with absolute dominance. She even summoned me to her room...

Mu Yunfeng sat inside the chamber, the faint fragrance in the air filling his nose. His right leg bounced uncontrollably beneath him, unable to hide his excitement.

If she asked him to serve her later... should he accept immediately? Or politely resist first, then accept?

Though the woman always wore a veil, making her full face impossible to see, her skin and figure alone were already top-tier.

Just pretend the lights were off. No difference.

After all these years since transmigrating here... was it finally time for my benefits package?

Mu Yunfeng’s heart was practically dancing.

At that moment, the door opened.

He looked up to see Lin Wanqiu walking in, carrying a medicine case.

Mu Yunfeng immediately stood, hands folded in front of him, putting on the picture of respectability.

Whatever else she was, this woman was still technically his master for now. And after standing up for him earlier, she deserved at least some courtesy.

Lin Wanqiu set the medicine case on the table and pointed to a nearby chair.

“No need to be nervous. Sit.”

Mu Yunfeng was no fool. The moment he saw the medicine case, he understood why she had really called him here.

Though somewhat disappointed, he waved his hand with a smile.

“No need, no need. They’re just minor injuries. How could I trouble the Sect Master personally?”

Lin Wanqiu simply looked at him in silence.

A few seconds later, she repeated herself slowly.

“Sit down.”

Her speech had slowed, but her tone remained soft.

It had been the same in the main hall. Whether she was stepping on someone’s head or beating them half to death, her voice had always remained calm and elegant, as though anger were something beneath her notice.

Yet beneath that gentleness, Mu Yunfeng felt an invisible pressure.

A bead of cold sweat formed at his temple. He did not dare refuse.

He obediently walked over and sat down.

Without another word, Lin Wanqiu opened the medicine case, took out a jar of ointment, knelt before him, and began applying it.

The cool salve spread across his bruised arms.

Mu Yunfeng lowered his gaze to watch her.

From this angle, through the slight gap beneath her veil, he could just make out the elegant line of her nose... and those soft, inviting red lips.

Having a master this beautiful... honestly, maybe that wasn’t so bad.

Without realizing it, he stared.

Then Lin Wanqiu suddenly looked up.

Their eyes met.

She paused for the briefest moment.

Mu Yunfeng snapped back to himself and awkwardly turned his head aside.

“Um... if you’re this beautiful, why keep your face covered?”

“Do not ask what you should not ask.”

Lowering her gaze again, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing an earlobe faintly tinted pink.

“Take off your shirt.”

“Huh? Oh.”

Mu Yunfeng did not hesitate long before removing his upper garment.

After all, during the week of acupuncture treatments, he had been half-n***d the entire time. There was no modesty left to protect.

As her cool fingers moved gently across his skin, rubbing in the medicine, Mu Yunfeng felt an altogether different kind of stimulation.

“Oho...”

“Be quiet.”

“Right away.”

He was silenced instantly.

Too afraid to make another sound, he inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, enduring the experience with tears in his eyes—painful, yet strangely enjoyable.

Once she finished treating the bruises on his body, Lin Wanqiu noticed the discoloration at the corner of his eye.

She rubbed a little more ointment between her fingers, then rose and leaned forward, gently massaging the swollen area.

Mu Yunfeng instinctively tried to lean back, but only managed a slight movement before stopping.

His eyes drifted downward.

From where he sat, the neckline of her robe revealed a deep and dangerous valley.

Her faint fragrance lingered close.

His throat suddenly felt dry.

“What are you looking at?”

A cold voice came from above him.

Mu Yunfeng looked up at once and met Lin Wanqiu’s icy gaze.

It sent a chill straight through him.

She spoke softly.

“Remember this. You are mine.”

“No one touches you except me.”

“Stand straighter.”

As she spoke, she secretly circulated her inner energy through her fingertips, dissolving the bruising. The swelling around his eye gradually faded.

Only then did she withdraw her hand and stand upright.

“Done. Put your clothes back on.”

Mu Yunfeng immediately stood and turned away to dress.

As he did, Lin Wanqiu noticed a striking scar at the back of his neck.

“That scar... was it a burn?”

“Hm? Ah... probably.”

Mu Yunfeng answered vaguely.

The scar had already been there when he transmigrated into this body. Since he had no memories, how was he supposed to know?

“Probably?” Lin Wanqiu raised a brow.

He scratched his head awkwardly.

“To be honest... I don’t remember much about my past.”

“Amnesia?”

“Something like that.”

Then she suddenly asked,

“What did you call me earlier?”

Mu Yunfeng had not caught up with her abrupt shift in topic. He answered instinctively.

“Sect Master. Why?”

Whoosh!

A silver needle flashed past the corner of his eye and buried itself deep into the pillar behind him.

Mu Yunfeng froze where he stood, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Lin Wanqiu asked in the same calm tone,

“What should you call me?”

His eyelid twitched. The skin near his eye stung sharply.

“M-Master.”

Only then did she nod in satisfaction.

“If you say it wrong again, there will be punishment.”

She closed the medicine case.

“The real reason I summoned you earlier was to ask what happened that day... and how those people died.”

Here it comes.

Mu Yunfeng lowered his head, mind racing.

He had guessed during recovery that she would eventually ask this. He had prepared himself.

Telling the truth was impossible.

Even if he dared to say it, she would never believe him.

She had treated him for seven days. She knew perfectly well his meridians were shattered.

A cripple like him could barely kill a chicken, let alone m******e trained men.

After a moment, he began carefully.

“It was... a man in black. He wore a mask, so I couldn’t see his face...”

Then he told a half-true, half-false story of a mysterious stranger appearing and slaughtering everyone present.

“I saw it all from inside the insect pit. I thought he might save me... but after killing them, he simply left. He never looked at me once.”

He stopped there.

Lin Wanqiu was silent for a while.

Then she asked suspiciously,

“You noticed no other details at all?”

“I did!” Mu Yunfeng quickly pretended to think. “There seemed to be... a bird pattern on the back of his clothes!”

There had been plenty of insects in the pit. Birds ate insects. That sounded believable enough.

Even if this bird had nothing to do with that bird.

Lin Wanqiu did not press further. Mu Yunfeng could not tell whether she believed him.

After a moment of thought, she took out a pill from the medicine case and handed it over.

“Take this. You’ll feel better.”

Seeing it came from her medicine box, Mu Yunfeng accepted it without suspicion and swallowed it immediately.

A faint smile touched Lin Wanqiu’s lips.

The next second, Mu Yunfeng’s eyes bulged wide.

Blood burst from his nose in a violent spray.

“Cough!”

He dropped to his knees, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

“You—!”

Clutching his throat, he glared at Lin Wanqiu in fury.

He could never have imagined that the woman gently applying medicine one moment would poison him the next.

Faced with his rage, Lin Wanqiu merely sat down leisurely, crossed one leg over the other, and said flatly,

“Tell me what you concealed.”

“Otherwise, what comes next will make you wish for death.”

“Concealed what—?!”

Before he could finish, a terrible itch erupted beneath his skin and spread through his entire body in an instant.

He screamed and clawed at himself wildly.

As the itch worsened, sharp stinging pain followed. It felt as though thousands of needles pierced him while tens of thousands of ants devoured his flesh.

Even after two lifetimes, Mu Yunfeng had never known suffering like this.

He curled on the floor, rubbing, twisting, scratching like a madman.

Yet Lin Wanqiu’s expression did not change in the slightest.

She tilted her head back and casually looked at the ceiling.

“You were outdoors. It was daytime.”

“If you could see the pattern on his back, there is no reason you could not see his build or his mask.”

“But since you didn’t mention it... how was I supposed to know?”

Mu Yunfeng gritted his teeth and stared at her from the floor.

He had been wrong. Terribly wrong.

For one foolish moment, he had thought staying here might not be so bad.

What a joke.

The Thousand Poison Sect was infamous across the land. How could its master possibly be kind?

“You do not have time to keep inventing stories,” she said calmly. “If you still refuse... you truly will die.”

As her words fell, the itching began to seep inward.

Into his organs.

Into his veins.

Into every meridian.

As though the needles and ants had crawled inside his body itself.

What a vicious woman.

He could no longer speak.

His fingers dug into the floor. Blood and sweat poured from him.

Then blood trickled from the corners of his eyes.

It did not drip.

Instead, it clung to his face like something alive, slowly spreading.

A faint voice whispered beside his ear.

Kill her... Kill her... Kill her...

Mu Yunfeng truly wanted to kill the woman before him.

But instinct told him that if he followed that voice now... this time, he might truly be consumed.

Veins bulged across his forehead as he forced the words out through gritted teeth.

“I... really... hid... nothing!”

“Yes, it was daytime—but I was trapped in the pit! How could I keep staring at him? My first priority was surviving!”

“If later you find I lied... kill me anytime you want!”

His teeth nearly cracked from clenching them. Sweat mixed with blood and dripped onto the carpet as though he had been dragged from water.

Just as his willpower finally neared collapse—just as he was about to surrender to the whispering voice—Lin Wanqiu moved.

Her fingers tapped several points on his body in rapid succession.

Instantly, the agony vanished.

Mu Yunfeng collapsed flat on the floor, gasping for air.

A pill landed beside his head.

“Eat it. Antidote.”

He did not hesitate. He picked it up and swallowed it at once.

He had no right to refuse.

“The pain you just felt,” Lin Wanqiu said, “came from the Ten-Day Devouring Pill.”

“It activates once every ten days.”

“And when it does, you will feel exactly what you felt just now.”

Mu Yunfeng jerked upright in shock.

“What?! You’re controlling me with poison?”

Lin Wanqiu looked at him quietly. For some reason, this man always gave her a faint sense of familiarity.

She shook the thought away and smiled.

“You didn’t truly think becoming my servant only required a nod, did you?”

“From now on, come to me every ten days for the antidote.”

“If you are late, no one will bring it to you.”

“You may leave.”

Mu Yunfeng clenched both fists as he stared at the woman seated before him like a queen above all others.

I will escape this hell.

And when I do...

I will drag this woman down from her throne.