She scattered some dark brown powder into the bowl; the ordinary chicken soup instantly turned dark and murky, resembling the color of contraceptive soup.
Min Ning's phoenix-like eyes widened slightly.
"The Prince still doesn't know that the contraceptive soup she drank was actually just regular soup."
Zhu E shook the medicine bowl and then scattered another type of powder.
The entire bowl of medicinal soup transformed dramatically, its smell becoming thick and pungent. Min Ning's nose wrinkled slightly, but more than that, he was visibly astonished.
If such Illusion Techniques existed, even poison might be disguised as clear water...
Zhu E seemed to pick up on something and smiled faintly:
"We Southern Border women just have a few more tricks up our sleeves. In fact, there is a way to guard against this—if you infuse True Qi and wait for half an incense stick's time, you can discern the truth. But the Prince has always trusted me implicitly, so she hardly ever suspects me."
