Song Xiuyuan’s eyes widened in shock. His gaze drifted to the silver needle in the young woman's hand, only to see the once-glinting, strangely shaped needle now pulsing with a deep, eerie purple light. His heart sank instantly.
Fu Yingzhi pursed her lips and carefully placed the needle into a metal box. As she pondered what the sophisticated instruments inside might reveal, she looked up and met the man’s probing gaze. Seeming to recall something, she asked softly, "Your Highness, how are you feeling right now?"
Song Xiuyuan furrowed his brow, his expression filled with doubt and disbelief. "You just said... I have been poisoned?"
Chapter 22