"H-He-He..."
"He needs to take medicine at regular intervals. There were clearly still two days left this time—how could it suddenly flare up?"
Obviously, only a very small number of people knew about Xiao Nanpan's illness. Only his personal guards knew, and they were the ones carrying spare medicine.
Only after hearing the explanation did the guards, maids, and the rest understand what was happening...
At that moment, the personal guard who had explained Xiao Nanpan's strange illness said again, "It's over. We're all dead!"
The instant those words fell, every guard and maid in the room went deathly pale, their bodies turning weak.
Their Young Master Xiao had died here. They would all be buried with him.
Suddenly, outside the tavern...
The two elders from earlier returned with Sikong Jing.
Sensing the strange atmosphere inside the tavern, they hurriedly rushed in. The moment they entered, both collapsed limply to the ground.
They understood as well—they were finished.
Sikong Jing wore a face full of confusion as he followed them into the tavern. When he saw Xiao Nanpan's corpse, he froze.
He was actually... dead?
Just then, one elder suddenly raised his head and roared like a wild beast, "No, we're not finished! Young Master's death wasn't caused by our negligence—it was Ling Mi'er who... poisoned Young Master!"
The moment he said that... buzz, buzz, buzz!
The true energy throughout the bodies of the guards and others erupted as they sharply turned to look at Ling Mi'er, who was still standing there in a daze.
Her eyes widened, and her expression changed drastically. "What are you saying? You're talking nonsense!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Several elders moved at once, immediately surrounding Ling Mi'er. The personal guard from before staggered to his feet and said, "That's right. It was Ling Mi'er who