Reincarnation: My Possessive Beast Husband-Chapter 115 - : At Death’s Door

Chapter 115: Chapter 115: At Death’s Door

Seeing his displeased expression, Su Yan wondered, where had she offended him again?

“Nan Zhao Su Yan, come with me!”

He saw her, angrily grabbed her wrist, and forcibly pulled her out of Can Garden.

“What are you doing! Let go of me, my hand hurts!”

Su Yan struggled all the way, but his grip was so strong she could not break free.

Chu Yuxiao kept his lips tightly pursed, his whole body rigid, as if suppressing some intense emotion.

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Stumbling along, Su Yan followed him to the stable and found that many guards were already standing there.

And Chu Yuxiao’s horse, Zhui Feng, was lying on the ground, barely alive, its eyes covered with a mist, looking pitiful.

Seeing this scene, Su Yan froze.

“What happened?” she asked in confusion.

At the same time, a bad idea flashed through her mind.

Could it be because she had fed Zhui Feng a bit of croton that it had ended up like this?

Chu Yuxiao fiercely let go of her hand, pointing at Zhui Feng:

“What happened? You have the nerve to ask! Tell me, what exactly did you feed Zhui Feng!”

“I…” Su Yan swallowed guiltily, whispering:

“I just fed it a little croton. But croton should only cause it to have diarrhea, it shouldn’t cause any harm.”

Chu Yuxiao’s face instantly turned extremely grim.

“It really was you!” he glared at her, nodding with gritted teeth.

Seeing how much he hated her, Su Yan hurriedly explained:

“I told you, I only fed it a little croton, nothing else!”

“Is that so?” Chu Yuxiao still didn’t believe her.

A servant reported to him that today, all the food Zhui Feng had was given by his wife, and moreover, only she had approached it.

Thus, he was very certain that she did it to take revenge on him by harming Zhui Feng.

“You don’t believe me, but there’s nothing I can do about that. Let me first see what exactly is wrong with Zhui Feng.”

Su Yan crouched down and touched the foam at the corner of Zhui Feng’s mouth.

She brought her fingers to her nose and smelled them; amidst the foul stench of decay, there was also a hint of medicinal odor.

“Is it poison?” she gasped in alarm.