Jiang Ming took out a pill from his mouth and placed it in the snake spirit's hand.
The snake spirit could not help but get excited.
"I won't die. That's great. Thank you, Your Majesty. But is what you said really believable?"
She hesitated, her eyes filled with questions.
"If you don't believe me, you can find someone else to take a look, or you can wait for your death. It's all up to you."
Jiang Ming did not want to explain too much. He sat down and slowly drank his tea.
The snake spirit was about to say something when the servant rushed over.
"Your Majesty, Miss Lin is calling for you. She seems to be a little unwell."
The snake spirit grinned.
"I've used this trick countless times. This eldest miss of the Lin family's trick is quite simple."
The servant glared at the snake spirit.
She immediately fell silent.
They seemed to be hostages now. They could not say such things.
