"Talking about killing to silence someone, Feng Jinrui indeed didn't dare to speak recklessly."
That was the consort of the fourth prince, after all.
But, he was also willing to believe what Xiaoyao said.
It was contradictory.
Xiaoyao put away the needle, turned around, and smiled at Feng Jinrui, "There's no need to fuss too much. Maybe everything will become clear once she wakes up."
Feng Jinrui looked at Fu Ning lying on the bed.
Her face still ashen, with a hint of light purple shining through, the poison not yet cleared, her life hanging in the balance.
Could it be, she really knew some unspeakable secrets about Chu Qianli?
…
"You captured Xiaoyao?" Ye Qingying's face was extremely ugly when he saw Chu Qianli.
"Why did you touch her?"
"Why can't I touch her?" Chu Qianli glared at him, his face clearly darkened even though he was wearing a mask.
She frowned unhappily, "Ye Qingying, don't forget that you're an assassin. Do you really want to let yourself be emotional?"