Walking forward, Yan Zhuo did not interfere with Jiang Ying's interrogation. Instead, he tried to dip his finger in the remaining hallucinogenic powder she had placed on the table and put it into his mouth.
Not bitter, slightly spicy.
Jiang Ying suddenly turned around and saw it, startled, "What are you doing?"
Yan Zhuo said, "I'll try the medicinal properties."
"You're sick. Don't eat it. It's a waste of antidote."
As he said that, he took out a bottle from the space and threw it to him.
But Yan Zhuo seemed... to have been tricked.
And after trying it just now, he was very sure that this was the same kind of thing that the little woman had put in the wine to trick him into drinking during the last house-warming party.
He was alert at that time and didn't fall for it. Now that he knows that this is the effect of the medicine, then... it seems that it won't be a problem if he gets the first one?
Jiang Ying watched as the Dog Prince's eyes gradually became dull, and then became exactly the same as Hu Xinglin's.
The difference is that one was lying on the bed, while the other was sitting on the footstool with his chin propped up, staring at the closed door.
Like a loyal watchdog.
Jiang Ying, “…”
In the end, as Yan Zhuo expected, Jiang Ying did not get anything out of him. After a long time of effort, the only clue he got out of Hu Xinglin was that the eunuch had cast a spell on him and ordered him to poison Madam Jiang. He had no choice but to do it, as he would die if he didn't do it!
Jiang Ying didn't believe it and asked Hu Xinglin to produce evidence that he was poisoned.
Then Hu Xinglin raised his hand, and Jiang Ying saw a wriggling blood line on the inside of his arm. Perhaps it was because this kind of Gu liked hallucinogenic powder, or perhaps it sensed that the host was in danger, so it twisted frequently, like a red earthworm.
"Ugh~" Jiang Ying felt a chill and quickly put it down.
While busy, Yan Zhuo, who was sitting on the footstool in a daze, suddenly reached out and hugged her legs.
"Don't go, it's so cold." His teeth were chattering and his voice was a little unclear.
Jiang Ying rolled his eyes and squatted down, and found that Yan Zhuo had a fever at some point.
His face was red, his neck was red, and even his eyeballs were frighteningly red.
She was startled. What happened? Wasn’t it fine just now?
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