Chu Qianli rubbed her wrist.
She had used this hand to block a palm strike from Chu Feixue just now.
But this hand had been stepped on by Qing Ming before and was injured.
Until now, it still wasn't very flexible.
She needed to rest it for a good while longer, or it would affect her acupuncture techniques in the future.
As she looked down, a hint of dejection inevitably swept across the bottom of her eyes.
Her hand was more important to her than her life.
If it were ruined, at least half the meaning of her living would be gone.
Chu Qianli turned to leave.
Chu Feixue still pursued her, "It was you who had someone poison Huaiyu, and you still dare not admit it!"
"Although the Prince sealed my acupoint, preventing me from fighting you, I am ultimately someone who came from the Prince Residence. If you damage my face, given the Prince's dominance, he won't let you off."
The hand that Chu Feixue had raised, paused significantly upon hearing this.