The Old King wished he could hit Chen Menglu, but unfortunately, his head was in such pain that he had no strength to do so.
Chen Menglu didn't dare to defy the now lucid Old King. Although she didn't want to kneel, she feared the Old King might order the Hidden Guards nearby to teach her a lesson, so she stepped back a few paces and kneeled back down on the ground.
Chen Menglu kneeled down again, lowered her head, and didn't dare to meet the Old King's gaze or say much.
She only hoped Ouyang Zhi could quickly learn of her predicament and come to rescue her.
If, during Ouyang Zhi's rescue, he could bring along the drug that muddled the Old King's mind, it would be perfect. Then, they could control the Old King once more, and she would have nothing to fear.
At that moment, the Old King, who was suffering from a terrible headache, suddenly felt a bad premonition.
He was not young, and he had seen many things. Often, before major events occurred, he would vaguely sense a bad omen.
