Rong Ling knew that Nan Feng had ordered someone to take Feng Qing away to be watched over. At this moment, he didn't dare to say for sure that the poison wasn't from Feng Qing. What if it really was from her?
Getting familiar first, then catching him off guard to poison him, is just all too common.
If it turns out in the end that the poison in him was indeed from her, he would definitely have her hacked into pieces. He has never suffered such a loss before.
Rong Ling's eyes were filled with murderous intent, but shortly after, he curled up in agony, his whole body seeming to be in pain as if pricked by needles. Nan Feng couldn't bear to watch any longer, picked him up, and walked into the room, finally placing him on the soft couch outside to rest.
"Prince, hold on, you'll be fine, you must hold on."
