Su Qiao understood when he remained silent.
"So, judging by that, you knew?"
After hemming and hawing for a long while, Zhao Jingting finally rubbed his temple helplessly and said, "It happens from time to time even when I don't drink. It has nothing to do with alcohol."
Of course, after drinking, the changes happened a little more frequently.
When he did not drink, he remained conscious for longer.
"It happens either way, so what difference does eating make?" Zhao Jingting muttered under his breath.
Su Qiao was nearby and heard him sharply.
She said sternly, "Of course it makes a difference."
"What is your identity? What kind of place is this, and what sort of people surround you? Don't you understand?"
"Do you know that the moment your identity is truly exposed, those people outside will hack you to pieces?"
"And there's Li Bingyi. He hates your Zhao family to the bone. That old emperor killed his father and caused dozens of members of his entire family, young and old, to die. He wishes he could eat your flesh and drink your blood."
"Think about it. If you fell into his hands, would you still have any chance of survival? Forget surviving—I doubt he would even let you die easily. He would surely torture you in every possible way before letting you die."
Zhao Jingting looked bewildered. "You... how did you know my identity?"
Apart from the Temple Master and Uncle Ya by his side, even the Taoist practitioners in the Taoist Temple did not know his true identity.
He and Uncle Ya had blended into this group for so many days, and they had never mentioned the matter.
She had no reason to know.
"Don't worry about how I know. What you need to do now is remain