The more Feng Qing thought about it, the more infuriated she became, and the words she spoke were quite impulsive.
"Is the Prince suspecting that I poisoned you? If I really did, would I have any reason to mention the antidote? I'd just keep quiet."
"If not for fearing the Prince's death might implicate me, I'd never have spoken a word, no matter what."
As Feng Qing's words fell, the chill in the room deepened, Rong Ling's gaze shadowed with arrogance as he glared coldly at her, his smile could make one shiver. Was she implying that if it didn't involve her, she'd watch him die with open eyes?
The most venomous thing is a woman's heart.
