Ji Dongming, seeing the situation, felt his heart pounding as well.
He feared that if things were truly as Ji Ruyan had said, then he would be accused of poisoning the Crown Prince—such a crime could justify the extermination of his entire family.
Ji Ruyan looked at him coldly. "What now, do you still want to play dumb?"
Ji Dongming remained silent, guessing who could be plotting against his life.
Ji Ruyan was not in a hurry, just standing quietly aside, watching with an icy gaze.
After half an incense stick worth of time, Ji Dongming could no longer contain himself, "Are you saying there really was something wrong with that ginseng soup I had?"
"Ginseng soup? What a joke. Can you be certain it really was the ginseng soup? You didn't cook it yourself."
Her words lit a fire in Ji Dongming's mind, and he had a sudden revelation, "Right, I didn't make that ginseng soup! That's the evidence, I'm innocent."
