In the cell, Han Ziyan looked at her arm, which was still bleeding uncontrollably, and finally couldn't bear the stimulation, fainting directly.
Outside the cell, Nan Feng gazed at the half-bowl of blood in his hand, thinking of Han Ziyan inside the cell, and hesitantly said, "Prince, how are you sure that Han Concubine is the Poisonous Insect Cultivator?"
Rong Ling replied coldly, "I once saw her tending to those little insects, but at that time, I didn't know she was tending to Gu Worms, I just thought they were ordinary insects."
Nan Feng suddenly understood, no wonder Han Ziyan is so beautiful, but the Prince never set his heart on her.
Just imagine, a beauty tending to insects for no reason, it makes one feel uneasy, how can you love her?
While thinking, Nan Feng followed behind Rong Ling as they walked to the master bedroom of the Yijing Courtyard.
Rong Ling instructed Nan Feng to prepare the medicine, while also ordering him, "Use less of that woman's blood."
