Zhao Yi felt something was amiss. He picked up the needle to inspect it closely, but before he could react, a black thread abruptly emerged from the tip and shot straight into his head in the blink of an eye.
"Oh no!" Zhao Yi cried inwardly. His body instantly stiffened, unable to move a muscle, and his face rapidly turned pitch-black as if he had been poisoned.
In the distance, Princess Qingyue watched the scene unfolding in the plaza with a trembling heart, praying that both Emperor Brother and Big Brother Zhao would be safe.
Chapter 137