Zhao Yi and his group set out in the morning.
According to the speed of the carriage, they wouldn't arrive until nightfall at the earliest.
With this in mind, Zhao Yi lifted the curtain.
Outside, the sky had already turned dark.
Seeing this, Zhao Yi felt increasingly perplexed.
He asked the little poison: "Why did I sleep for so long?"
Zhao Yi had a vague suspicion.
The reason he slept for so long was undeniably related to the little poison.
Indeed.
Upon hearing Zhao Yi's question, the little poison replied, "Master, I poisoned you."
Zhao Yi's brow instantly furrowed.
He looked displeased: "Why?"
No one in authority likes their subordinates disobeying their orders.
Let alone being directly poisoned by the little poison!
Seeing Zhao Yi's gloomy expression, the little poison showed a look of fear, softly saying: "Master, it was for your benefit; absorbing the tonic while unconscious is most effective."
Hmm?
