Feng Yexuan's palm tightened.
Last night was the greatest stain in his life.
He, the famed War God of the nation, who commanded the winds and rains on the battlefield, had been defeated by a woman who couldn't even truss a chicken!
He didn't even know when she had poisoned him!
His cold gaze swept toward Chu Qianli.
Yet Chu Qianli's face remained calm, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, which fueled Feng Yexuan's anger even more.
"If I said that I was also drugged last night, Prince, would you believe me?" Chu Qianli looked at him.
"The sword of Prince Jinrui was poisoned. When he wounded me, the poison remained on my body, and when I bit you, the poison was transferred to you."
"Enchantress, are you saying that my Ruirui drugged you?" Consort Jin couldn't stay quiet anymore.
The character of Feng Jinrui was known to everyone in the Prince Residence.
Still naive and childlike, how could he have conceived such a cunning plot?
