As Leng Ning watched, Mo Chuan swallowed all the wine in her glass in one gulp.
In a short period of time, Mo Chuan has thought enough. He has always known that Leng Ning is Shen Cangnan's weakness. Mo Chuan thought that Shen Cangnan would never risk Leng Ning no matter how ruthless he was, and the one he knew Concubine Xue is definitely not someone who has the courage to drink poisonous wine.
He calculated everything, but missed one thing.
That is, there is a person who is more ruthless than him!
And this person is Leng Ning.
His cruelty is because he does not want love, while Leng Ning's cruelty is just the opposite, because she has love and trust in her heart.
For the gift of her love, she would do anything, even to test the poison with her own body, and she also had enough reasons to believe that as long as Jiuer was there and An Gong was there, her gift would be able to heal as long as she took the antidote. Live peacefully and happily.
Smiling, she put away the empty cup and turned to look at Tianci, who was watching her with concern at the foot of the steps. Leng Ning smiled, satisfied, and stood up from Mo Chuan's lap. Her smile also changed from silent to loud.
Her smile was as bright as the midday sun, but it sent chills down everyone's spine.
"Why are you laughing?!" Mo Chuan asked in a deep voice.
At the bottom of the steps, Jiu'er looked over with complicated eyes, her eyes fixed on Leng Ning, as if she was thinking.
In the outer hall, Shen Cangnan had already stood up straight with a sneer, and quietly made a gesture to Jin Xian and Xue Qingsong behind him.
At the right corner of the steps, Ji Qingchen, who was standing with his eyes lowered and pretending to be a eunuch, suddenly opened his eyes wide with surprise.
The "palace maid" who was originally standing behind Tianci seemed to be a little scared, and subconsciously moved two steps forward, getting within easy reach of Tianci.
In the halls on both sides, the musician playing the flute also raised his eyes slightly.
As soon as Leng Ning smiled, the changes had disappeared.
Turning his face, Leng Ning slowly put away his smile, his eyes were cold to the bone, "Mo Chuan, it's still too late for you to hand over the antidote given by God. If it's too late, I'm afraid you will be poisoned." And die!"
"You?!" Mo Chuan was slightly startled, then sneered, "Do you think I will believe you if you say this? You and I have drank this wine, aren't you afraid of poisoning yourself?!"
Leng Ning smiled lightly, "Don't you feel that there is a burning sensation in your chest and your lips and tongue are starting to become dry?!"
Mo Chuan checked himself for a moment, and his expression immediately changed, "You... are cruel enough!"