The atmosphere was extremely heavy, and no one dared to make a sound, afraid of disturbing the Princess Consort in diagnosing the pulse.
Long Yi: "Princess Consort, what's wrong with the Prince?"
Xuexue did not answer, instead asking: "How is the interrogation of the prisoner going? Does he have the antidote?"
Long Yi, knowing Xuexue was asking about the carriage driver, replied: "Not yet! He is very tough, no amount of beating will loosen his mouth."
Xuexue said coldly: "Use torture; I don't believe there's anyone in the world unafraid of pain."
Long Yi: "Don't worry, Princess Consort, our men are attending to him."
Xuexue: "Make sure he doesn't die before the Prince has been detoxified."
Long Yi: "Understood."
At that moment, the faint sound of Little Tiger's voice could be heard in the room.
Xuexue said to Long Yi: "You all go out first, let me perform some acupuncture on the Prince to see if it can alleviate his pain."
