The man lifted a corner of his trouser leg, revealing his withered, pale legs, which were covered in abnormal black spots.
The man in the wheelchair called out.
"Fu, let's go."
A simple, honest voice came from the servant behind the wheelchair.
"Yes, Your Highness."
A tall, heavyset man in a servant's uniform pushed the wheelchair east, his expression unchanging as he walked step by step.
The servant looked quite young, and there wasn't the slightest fluctuation of a Spirit Root from him.
Su Ye and Song Jue were heading east, and the two parties brushed past each other.
After they had walked several dozen meters away,
Song Jue's foxy eyes crinkled as he seemed lost in thought.
"That was Chu Liang, the Third Prince of Qingning Country. He was poisoned as a child, which left his legs disabled. I heard countless famous doctors have examined him, but none could determine the poison."
