Steward Xin looked at the ceramic bottle in Lin Caisang's hand, his eyes bright.
The powder in this porcelain bottle could cure his young master's poison, this lady really was extraordinary. In such a short time, she had already prepared an antidote.
"In this porcelain bottle, is the antidote?"
"No."
Lin Caisang immediately replied with two words.
"It's not?"
Steward Xin was stunned.
How could that be? He saw it with his own eyes. After the silver needle was sprinkled with the powder and placed in the teacup, it didn't turn black.
"This..."
He looked down at the teacup that Lin Caisang casually put on the table, the next moment, he was completely horrified.
"You mean this? If you want to cure your young master's poison, here you go."
Lin Caisang handed the porcelain bottle she was holding to Steward Xin.
At her words, Steward Xin trembled all over and retreated a step in terror.
"No, no, I dare not."
