C13 (1/2)

”If you want the antidote, Crown Prince should have at least some sincerity, right?” Mo Ranran hugged his pillow and looked at the crown prince sleepily.

”This is not the General's Estate. No one can protect you.” The Crown Prince threatened.

Even if the General's Estate asked, they could just find a scapegoat.

”Crown Prince, do you still want to touch women?” Mo Ranran squinted his eyes. Threatening her? Would she be afraid?

The Crown Prince looked coldly at Mo Ranran, his expression sinister. Normally, if someone provoked him like that, he would have long been hacked into pieces, but Mo Ranran was not his opponent!

”What do you want?” After a moment of stalemate, the crown prince enunciated each word clearly.

”I don't want anything. I just want a promise from you. Are you going to give it or not?” Mo Ranran yawned, and rested his head on the pillow.

”Mo Ranran, is your appetite a little too much?” The crown prince's gaze was dark and ruthless, his disgust towards Mo Ranran increased even further.

”Don't worry, my request won't be too excessive.” Ye Zichen glanced at the table that was smashed into smithereens, then spoke up at a steady pace.

”I promise you, the antidote.” The crown prince thought for a moment and agreed to Mo Ranran's request.

”Take one per day. Swallow it in warm water. The door is over there. Take your time.” He passed the antidote to the crown prince and instructed him to carry the pillow back to the bed.

The Crown Prince's gaze swept across the porcelain bottle in his hand, and he slowly extended his other hand towards Mo Ranran's neck.

Before his hand could touch Mo Ranran, the crown prince felt as if all the energy in his body had been sucked away, and his body collapsed down uncontrollably.

Bang! He hit his head on the edge of the bed and bit out a small hole. He tried to get up, but to no avail.

The Crown Prince looked up in anger, meeting Mo Ranran's gloating face.

”Your Highness, why do you always refuse to listen to my advice? I gave you the antidote, but you didn't want to leave. Mo Ranran lied on the bed with his hands folded across his body, his chin resting on his arm as he smiled brilliantly.

”When did you poison it?!” The Crown Prince's hand was on the bed, barely holding his body up, he looked at Mo Ranran.

”I won't tell you.” Her smile was innocent and brilliant. She had only smeared something on top of the porcelain bottle when she took it, but when combined with her special incense, it made one feel weak all over.

It was just one of them, without any harm.

This kind of poison would not act up slowly. It was impossible for the crown prince to leave after getting the antidote. However, he had ill intentions, so it was only right that he be poisoned.

”I'll have to trouble Your Highness to stay here tonight. The effects of the medicine will disappear in two hours.” Carrying his pillow and bedding, Mo Ranran planned to sleep in the neighboring room for the night.

The Crown Prince must have been scared by the poison. After he was able to move, he stared at the room she was sleeping in for a while before walking away with a dark expression on his face.

Early the next morning, Mo Ranran looked at the crown prince with an indifferent expression, ”Is there something you need?”