Wang Simiao presented a piece of silk, within which lay a row of silver needles of various sizes.
As he lifted his head and caught sight of Xiao Chengjun's cold and profound gaze, he felt as though the chill could be contagious.
His heart grew slightly colder, but he mustered up the courage to say, "Your Royal Highness, I shall administer the needles for you."
With a needle in hand, he intended to pierce Xiao Chengjun's arm.
"Do you know the consequences if you were to make a mistake in the God-Saving Needle technique?" he warned.
Wang Simiao's hand trembled. "Your Royal Highness, please don't scare me…"
Meanwhile, Yun Nian wandered through the palace, deliberately avoiding people to prevent unnecessary trouble.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of clashing armor as a group of imperial guards ran toward her.
Outnumbered, she respectfully stepped aside.