Chapter 40: Come On, Brother-in-Law 17

Before Xining could even ask what was happening, Yeyu leaped off the windowsill, grabbed her by the shoulders, and with a sudden flash of light, they vanished from the room.

When Yeyu used teleportation magic to transport them, they arrived in a space filled with a pungent, foul odor. The floor was covered in dry straw, and the sound of horses snorting echoed nearby. They were in a stable.

In the corner, two bare, shapely legs were wrapped around a man in a black robe. In the entire manor, the only person who possessed such long legs and dared to expose them so brazenly was Elsa.

"Mmm, cousin..."

Xining rolled her eyes. Elsa was clearly pinning Slan down.

With a flick of light, Elsa was sent flying, landing heavily on the ground. Fortunately, the straw was thick enough to cushion the fall, though the impact still made her grimace in pain.

As she lay there, disheveled and deeply humiliated, she suddenly let out a soft, seductive laugh and sat up, exuding a charm that was both alluring and sinister. "Cousin, don’t fight it. Just be a good boy and listen to me; you’ll feel wonderful soon. What’s the point of suffering like this?"

Feeling that something was wrong, she realized there were other people present. Startled, Elsa turned her head to look, and the surrounding straw suddenly surged into the air, flying toward her as if drawn by a magnetic force.

Her body acted like a magnet, and the straw clung to her form, wrapping her tightly until she resembled a roly-poly toy, with only her head exposed.

"You bastard, let me go!" Elsa screamed, her face contorted with rage, her features trembling in a way that looked almost monstrous.

Yeyu, the architect of this scene, didn't even spare her a glance and went straight to check on Slan.

Slan struggled to sit up, but it was clear he was in bad shape. His handsome face was flushed a deep, unnatural crimson, his breathing ragged, and his hands gripped the straw so tightly that his knuckles were white, as if he were enduring agonizing torment.

Xining grasped the situation. "Brother-in-law, did she drug you?"

Slan, eyes closed and body trembling violently, gave a faint nod.

Xining felt like she had just been struck by lightning. Despite all her precautions, she had still been outmaneuvered by the villainess. So that was why Elsa had been so confident—this was her plan all along.

How... wonderful!

She had actually wanted to use such a drug herself, and now it had been delivered right to her doorstep. Hahaha! If the situation hadn't been so dire, Xining would have stood with her hands on her hips and laughed out loud.

Xining stood up and walked over to Elsa, feigning a look of suppressed rage. "The antidote!"

The straw was matted with horse manure and urine, and Elsa looked disgusted, though she couldn't break free. She glared at Xining and roared, "I’ll tell you this: I am the antidote!"

Classic trope. There was always a protagonist who got drugged, leading to an inextricable bond through physical intimacy. And there was always that one type of poison that could only be cured by sex.

Elsa looked her up and down with a vicious smirk, her voice turning oily and saccharine. "Little brat, if you think you’re capable, you can have a go. But looking at your underdeveloped body, do you think you can handle it?"

Slan struggled to stand and stumbled to a nearby bucket of water, pouring it over his head. But the cold water did nothing to ease his condition; he gripped the wooden railing, gasping for air.

"Hah! My potion doesn't care about ice water," Elsa said, tilting her chin with arrogant pride. She played the role of the "proud villainess" to perfection. "Cousin, just come here. This potion will give you boundless vitality. If I become pregnant, our child will be exceptionally strong. This is my family's exclusive secret recipe!"

She turned her venomous gaze toward Yeyu. "You little brat, let me go, or you'll be the death of your brother!"

Xining was stunned. Most drugs that made men act like beasts were harmful, yet Elsa’s potion was potent, fast-acting, and apparently devoid of side effects—it was basically a miracle tonic.

Slan opened his eyes, his breathing heavy like a bellows, his vision bloodshot. His voice was hoarse and laced with hatred. "I will not let you have your way. Yeyu, knock me unconscious."

"Hahaha!" Elsa laughed wildly. "Even if you're unconscious, it won't matter. Slan, let me tell you, I am the only one who can solve your problem. Otherwise, go find a maid; perhaps they can help you produce a bastard to inherit your magical bloodline."

The only women in the manor besides the two in the stable were the maids and the cook. For a noble, sleeping with a maid wasn't a major scandal, but Slan was naturally noble and kind-hearted; he would never ruin a woman's reputation or compromise his own honor.

"You vicious woman, Elsa Lixin Xifei F. Antilia, I swear!" Slan struggled to control his surging desires, driven to make a bitter vow. "Even if I, Slan Lengnanyan Yusuanxue Binglingmeng J. Gamio, were to be struck by lightning or burned to ash, I would never let you succeed!"

Elsa’s expression flickered, then she sneered. "Verbal oaths are worthless. It’s not a blood pact. Cousin, stop being stubborn. Come here; I’ll make you happy."

While the two were locked in a war of seduction and insults, Xining took off her rose-shaped hair clip and handed it to Yeyu. "Find my sister immediately."

Yeyu took the clip. "Finding her is easy, but can she get here in time?"

"Just tell her Slan is going to kill me. She’ll find a way." Xining could only hope that the protagonist's "halo" would take effect and bring Maria to them in time.

Yeyu brought the hair clip close to the scepter in his hand, and the gem at the top began to glow. After chanting a spell, he deepened his voice. "Maria Bingjili Yadie Jilianna von Pompadour, if you can hear this, get over here immediately, or I will kill your sister, Su Yun."

That was the proper tone for a hostage negotiator. Seeing Yeyu wink at her, Xining hesitated for a split second before playing along, screaming, "Sister, save me! They’re going to kill me! They’ve pulled out knives! Help me, help me!"

The gem dimmed at the perfect moment. Yeyu returned the clip to her and glanced sideways. "Pulled out knives?"

They were mages—high-level mages at that, not mercenaries. What kind of high-level mage used knives to kill?

Xining was confident. "Don't worry, my sister will believe it."

Anyone who believed that was an idiot! But they had to hope she was gullible enough. Yeyu could only roll his eyes.

The two of them walked over to Slan, bracing him on either side.

"Brother-in-law, hold on. My sister will be here soon." In truth, they had no idea if she could make it, but it was all they could say.

Slan was in agony. The cold water he had poured over himself had already evaporated under his scorching body heat. His face grew redder by the second, and with a sudden *crack*, he snapped the thick wooden railing in his grip.

"Hahaha, Cousin, can't take it anymore? Hurry and come over." Elsa, though unable to move, continued her taunts from the corner. "Mmm, come here... oh, yes, come here..."