"My lord, the medicinal soup is ready." Lord Feng placed a bowl of steaming medicinal soup on the table.
"Oh." Miao Kuangfeng sat upright, picked up the medicinal soup, and began to drink.
"Bang!"
Gao Fei burst in from outside, "Don't drink! There's poison in the soup!" Seeing Miao Kuangfeng drinking the medicinal soup, Gao Fei felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. He was still a step too late.
"Eh?" Miao Kuangfeng raised his head and looked at Gao Fei. "What did you say? The soup is poisoned?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lord Feng became anxious. "How could the medicinal soup be poisoned? Are you suggesting that I poisoned the soup?"
Gao Fei didn't pay attention to Lord Feng but looked at Miao Kuangfeng with a tense face. "My lord, do you feel any discomfort?"
Miao Kuangfeng put down the medicinal soup and concentrated for a moment. "No, I don't."
"No?" Gao Fei frowned. "Could it be that I was wrong?"
