Prince Wei was already turning over phrases in his mind, considering how he might plead with the Emperor to spare Meng Yihuan’s life.
Outside the tent, A'yan and the others were waiting in a state of anxious agitation. With his keen hearing, he had caught every word spoken inside. While he trusted Meng Yihuan’s medical skill, he feared the possibility of an accident. As for Si Tianque and the others, they kept craning their necks to catch a glimpse inside, their eyes filled with unconcealable worry.
Meng Yihuan, however, remained entirely focused on inserting the needles to neutralize the poison. She was indifferent to the thoughts of those around her, not daring to spare a single shred of focus, for the technique she was employing was the Nine Sects Dual Needle—a skill long lost to the world of martial arts.
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