She did not have time to prepare an antidote for herself, so she had no choice but to use the method of fighting poison with poison.
Yan Weichi drove a silver needle into the web of her thumb, and a sharp pain instantly radiated from her palm. Despite the agony, her mind felt significantly clearer. Ignoring Qingli, she scrambled to open the door and ran out.
"Your Highness, it is so late, why are you not resting? Where are you going?" The guards at the door blocked Yan Weichi's path once again.
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