Inside the private room, Qinghe remained as calmly composed as usual.
Ah Lian took out the silver needles to test Qinghe's food for poison. After confirming there was no issue with the dishes, Qinghe began to eat.
The master and servant noticed nothing amiss.
The poison that Dong Huiying personally administered could not be detected by a mere silver needle.
At the same time.
A strong horse, a person clad in red.
Shujun, who was far behind, finally caught up.
Dust covered his handsome features, and even the color of his bright red clothes had dulled significantly. He came bearing the full brunt of the wind and sand, his eyes bloodshot with deep shadows beneath them.
Since his wife was kidnapped, he hadn't had a good night's sleep or a decent meal and was constantly on edge.
Entering the city, he rode straight to a store.
