Nian Siting's eyes lit up when he saw Hong Ying, and he immediately asked:
"Hong Ying, did the Princess Consort send you to let me out?"
Without a word, Hong Ying walked over, tipped out a pill, gripped Nian Siting's chin, and shoved it into his mouth.
Hong Ying tapped two of Nian Siting's acupoints, forcing him to swallow the pill.
Only after she saw that he had swallowed it did Hong Ying let go.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands in disgust.
Once released, Nian Siting coughed violently and tried to dig the pill out with his fingers.
Watching his movements, Hong Ying said:
"Your Highness, stop struggling!
That pill dissolves rapidly once swallowed. You can't spit it out!"
Nian Siting glared furiously at Hong Ying.
"Hong Ying, are you trying to murder your master?"
"Hah!
What kind of master are you?
From beginning to end, the princess has been our only master.
When the princess acknowledged you as her husband, we recognized you as our master too.
Now that the princess no longer acknowledges you, you aren't worth a fart to us!"
"You... how can you speak so crudely?"
"I'm crude?
That's better than being vicious like you!
You're a despicable, shameless, scheming little man!"
"You... you insolent wretch!"
"Can't you see the situation you're in? Still putting on princely airs?"
Nian Siting took a deep breath and asked:
"Hong Ying, what did you just make me swallow?
As long as you hand over the antidote, I won't hold this against you!"
"Really?"
"Really. My word carries the weight of nine cauldrons."
Hong Ying curled her lip at that, treating his words as nothing more than a fart!
Back then, he had deceived the princess with those so-called promises of his!
To Hong Ying, Nian