The slightly raised voice fell, and Yin Weiyin's legs weakened with a tremble.
Turning his eyes, Chen Yi's face revealed a look of deep regret,
"The thousand-mile dam collapses from an ant's nest. This time my qi and blood were obstructed—it's quite a lesson learned for me,"
After saying this, Chen Yi turned to Yin Weiyin with a sly smile:
"So… dare I let there be a next time?"
Yin Weiyin's lips quivered, his fingertips shaking violently. After a moment, he muttered:
"It's not absolutely necessary for chrysanthemum tea to be the antidote."
Chen Yi said nothing.
Even with outsiders present, the female crown gritted her teeth and lowered her posture slightly, speaking in soft tones:
