Huang Rong's body went limp, and she toppled to the side. She was pregnant; if she fell carelessly, the consequences would be unthinkable. Fortunately, Song Qingshu reacted quickly enough to catch her at the critical moment. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." Huang Rong wanted to shake her head, only to find she did not even have the strength for that. "I just feel weak all over."
At that moment, clattering sounds came from nearby as well. The accompanying guards were collapsing one after another. Song Qingshu frowned and looked into the distance, where the Imperial City Department's agents were also sprawled all over the ground. Only Xue Yiren was still holding on alone.
"Sorrowful Crisp Breeze!" Song Qingshu immediately realized what it was. This was Western Xia First Class Hall's most formidable poison. Colorless and odorless, by the time one noticed it, one was already poisoned. After being poisoned, the entire body became weak, leaving one at the mercy of others.
Song Qingshu clicked his tongue inwardly. This poison really was formidable. It drifted on the wind, and even Huang Rong and the others so far away had been poisoned.
"Sorrowful Crisp Breeze!" Xue Yiren ground out the words through clenched teeth. Clearly, he too had thought of First Rank Hall's legendary poison.
"I have to say, your Imperial City Department has truly fallen far. Only now do you think of our First Rank Hall's Sorrowful Crisp Breeze." The young woman finally stepped out of the carriage. Her long dress fluttered in the breeze, accentuating her graceful figure. Unfortunately, her face remained veiled, concealing her true appearance. Still, her autumn-water eyes were enough to reveal the breathtaking beauty beneath the veil.
Xue Yiren suddenly thrust his sword at her. However, affected by the poison, his swordsmanship no longer possessed its