Hearing this, Li Dalu was secretly startled.
Could not counting be the highest realm of all?
Or had Junior Brother already transcended the need to calculate the heavens and earth, reaching a realm beyond my imagination?
Even when the steward collapsed right in front of him, Wang Xian neither reached out to save him nor allowed Jin Yuchun or even Senior Brother Li Dalu to intervene.
Holding half a cup of wine, he looked at Wu Yong and asked, "Go on. Whose man are you, and why did you poison the wine?"
At those words, everyone was stunned.
Bai Xue shrieked, "Wang Xian, are you trying to get Auntie killed?"
Wang Xian shook his head and replied coldly, "Don't be afraid. As long as you don't come after me, nothing will happen to you."
Only then did Bai Xue and the other women quiet down. In the blink of an eye, Long Qingmei seemed to have returned to the Southern Border of those years. She frowned as she looked at Wang Xian.
She asked cautiously, "So the wine we all drank was poisoned?"
Tang Qingyu sighed softly. "Don't worry. Even if you drank every poison in the world, he'd still find a way to save you!"
Back in the Southern Border, Tang Qingyu had watched Wang Xian spit blood more than once, yet there had been nothing she could do.
In the end, that fellow hadn't died after all...
Long Qingmei gave Hua Mantian a bitter smile. "You probably don't know, but back in the Southern Border, anyone who poisoned the prince... I don't think a single one of them survived."
"Why?"
Wang Xian paid no heed to the women who kept chattering. He simply watched the steward lying on the ground.
"I never suspected you, and I never thought