Xiao Jinyan's eyes paused as he looked toward Qin Xiao.
Qin Xiao shook his head, indicating difficulty. This was not a case of being asleep or unconscious—kicking him wouldn't simply wake the man up.
"I can't do it," he said.
Shen Chuwei tugged Xiao Jinyan's sleeve, her bright eyes exuding confidence, "Your concubine can do it. This drunkard must have seen Concubine Xu."
As soon as Shen Chuwei stepped into this guest room, she recognized the familiar scent of perfume powder.
Concubine Xu habitually used a powder with a faint scent of begonia flowers, and as a doctor of traditional medicine, she was particularly sensitive to various fragrances.
Shen Chuwei was also concerned about Concubine Xu, which is why she was in such a hurry.
Xiao Jinyan frowned, but considering Concubine Xu's safety, he finally nodded in agreement.
With the command received, Shen Chuwei released Xiao Jinyan's sleeve and squatted down in front of the drunkard. She took a silver needle from her sleeve.