The wandering fortune-teller's face darkened, "I made it very clear just now, you can only choose between life and urine. And let me tell you, the evil spirit from the female corpse outside is getting stronger. If you take the antidote too late, even if an Immortal descends to the mortal world, it will be hard to save your lives."
What?
Without drinking the child's urine, the Prince would die?
The steward, upon hearing this, immediately looked troubled, his face wrinkled up like a bitter melon: "That... that..."
Tang Jinghao was in such immense pain that his whole body was nearly paralyzed. Encountering such a slow-moving steward, he was extremely annoyed, thinking that if he recovered this time, he would definitely replace him with a more straightforward steward. This hesitation in a critical situation seemed like a desire to kill their family: "Quick... quick... hurry up."
