The floor-length yellow curtain swayed gently as two guards stood at attention in front of the door to the Eastern Palace's small study.
Xiao'xi'zi trotted over with small, quick steps.
Inside the room, Crown Prince Mo was creasing his brows as he extended his hand to observe his stiffening fingers. After enveloping them in a layer of medicinal power, this paralyzing sensation was soon dispelled.
While propping one hand on his chin, he continued knitting his brows as he studied the other hand that he was clenching and unclenching. He speculated that this should be a certain type of neurotoxin, but if he couldn't find its source, then he would be unable to treat the root cause of this illness.
"Your Highness." Xiao'xi'zi hurried inside while holding a small food box decorated with flowers.
Yet Mo Lian didn't even look up, merely questioning indifferently, "She's gone?"
