Xiaoyao felt like she wanted to die.
What kind of karmic debt had she incurred?
Had she known earlier, she wouldn't have bothered with this bastard. Why pity him for his sore throat?
His discomfort when speaking, what did it have to do with her?
"What? You're not going to treat this prince's throat?" Feng Yexuan raised an eyebrow.
Xiaoyao glared at him.
Never mind treating his throat, not poisoning him was already mercy to her own conscience!
Looking at the tea in front of her, she still felt aggrieved.
"Don't even think about poisoning this prince. There are skilled masters everywhere here, and if this prince is poisoned to death by you, you will definitely be dragged down to be buried with me."
Feng Yexuan liked to see her deflate, her frustrated little look improving his mood.
"Imagine sleeping next to a corpse, maggots from the corpse crawling onto you..."