The next morning.
Red candles had burned all night, and Mei Gongxue had sat at the table all night as well, pondering everything Yuwen Shu had said. Truth be told, she felt a sliver of trust beginning to take root.
Before long, Yuwen Shu entered. His complexion could no longer be described merely as pale; it had turned a sickly, ashen gray. He had consumed several potent antidotes throughout the night, yet they had barely managed to suppress the poison.
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