The tent was filled with Feng Xiyun’s wild laughter.
Xie Ruotong watched Feng Xiyun with a look of utter disdain and arrogance, wishing she could stab Feng Xiyun in the heart with a sword, making her unable to laugh anymore, and never be so arrogant again!
Yet, Feng Xiyun was right.
If she died, they wouldn’t be able to get the antidote.
Without the antidote, the Emperor would be in danger in the Cang Kingdom.
Xie Ruotong’s fingers tightened and tightened.
How could she have ever thought Feng Xiyun was a good person?
She was even more disgusting than Bai Mowan!
"An Ning, although you are the Empress, and although Xiao Jinxing loves you, what does it matter? You are no match for , we will both perish together, as long as I can take revenge on you, I will die without regret!" Feng Xiyun exclaid triumphantly.
She firmly believed that An Ning had no way to deal with her.
She looked at An Ning provocatively.
She displayed a manner as if daring An Ning to be disgusted yet unable to kill her, attempting to provoke An Ning into a breakdown.
An Ning had to admit.
For a mont, she really wanted to kill Feng Xiyun at all costs, upon seeing her disgusting face, she truly struggled to restrain the impulse within.
But in fact.
When people are dead, how can there be either or pain.
How can a painful death be even more painful.
She wanted Feng Xiyun to die without closing her eyes!
An Ning secretly adjusted her emotions and calmly said, "Take out the antidote."
"Do you think I am stupid?" Feng Xiyun sneered, "If I take it out, can I still survive?!"
"So you think by not taking it out, you can survive?!"
"If I don’t take it out, do you dare to kill ? If you kill , no one in this world can save the Crown Prince of the Cang Kingdom! And you will have caused the death of the emperor!" The more Feng Xiyun spoke, the more maniacally she laughed.
Even if she was now in a tragic state.
Thinking that An Ning was no better off than she was, she felt delighted!
"Feng Xiyun, you underestimate too much." An Ning said each word ticulously, resolutely.
Feng Xiyun’s maniacal laughter abruptly halted.
An Ning’s deanor made her feel for a mont, as if she was overestimating herself.
Just as she wanted to retort.
An Ning dipped her fingers into so white powder from the table.
Feng Xiyun’s expression suddenly changed.
Even if her face was covered in blood and her facial expression was hard to discern, her terrified pupils betrayed all her emotions at that mont.
"Is this the poison?!" An Ning asked Feng Xiyun.
Feng Xiyun bit her lip tightly, refusing to admit it.
She clearly rembered that she hadn’t left anything behind...
But after thinking, maybe in a rush back then, she accidentally left a little bit.
Yet, what of it?!
Even knowing it’s poison, could An Ning make an antidote?!
She was just afraid of what might happen, so she hadn’t made the antidote, the formula for the antidote remained in her heart, as long as she kept quiet, no one would ever know!
"So what if it is?" Feng Xiyun replied, full of sarcasm, "Finding the poison, does it an you can find the antidote?!"
An Ning gazed at Feng Xiyun.
Looking at her at that mont, with an ugly face full of self-righteousness.
She said, "Do you know why the last ti you drugged , I could imdiately see through your trick and let the horse slave defile your body?!"
With those words.
Feng Xiyun’s expression changed once more.
Her eyes were full of fury.
She tried hard to forget that incident, yet An Ning simply brought it up again.
"Forgot to tell you, I grew up surrounded by dicine in my ho, no matter what form the dicine takes, as long as I sll it, I can identify all the ingredients." An Ning said each word clearly.
Feng Xiyun looked incredulous, shaking her head in disbelief, "Impossible! No one can reach this level! I’ve been studying dicine since childhood and can only distinguish non-brewed dicines with closed eyes! It’s impossible to distinguish them when mixed together, let alone when they’ve turned into powder or soup!"
"You think you can compare with ?!" An Ning’s mocking tone even carried a hint of disdain, "Feng Xiyun, compared to my dical skills, you can’t even carry my shoes!"
"You’re speaking nonsense..." Feng Xiyun felt humiliated by An Ning’s sarcasm and tried to retort.
An Ning pronounced each component of Feng Xiyun’s poison, one word at a ti.
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