Su Dingheng Was Poisoned

Su Yingxue leaned into his embrace, unsure of what words could console him. Instead, she raised her head and kissed him.

Losing loved ones at a tender age, not knowing life from death, was perhaps a lingering pain in his heart.

Chu Yihan held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

Concerned about his emotions, Su Yingxue didn't resist.

After the kiss, Su Yingxue originally intended to inquire about Saint Ruan's condition. If he was dead, it would suffice. But if not, she wanted to discuss more about poison with him. After all, it was their shared expertise.

However, the commotion at Marquis's Manor's entrance made her frown.

Chu Yihan held her hand. "Shall I accompany you back?"

Su Yingxue shook her head. "I can handle the matters at home. It's not necessary."

Chu Yihan affectionately ruffled her hair and let her go.

Upon entering the Marquis's Manor, the servants seemed flustered. She grabbed someone randomly to ask.