Lu Liangwei was not intimidated. After saying her piece, she straightened her back and gazed quietly at Long Yang with her ink-black eyes.
They were a pair of incredibly beautiful eyes. When she was looking at others, it seemed as if they were full of starlight. It was extraordinarily beguiling.
Long Yang was silent. Second Miss Lu was probably the only person who had ever dared stare him down directly like this.
She was nothing but a brat of around fifteen years old. Where did she get such gall?
He pondered about how she hanged herself in her pursuit of the Crown Prince. Perhaps it was because she did not cherish life, that she no longer feared anything?
While Long Yang sank into deep thought, he heard the young lady speak on with her clear voice, "If I have not made a mistake in my diagnosis, Your Majesty's illness was probably caused by some form of toxin. It was a poison that was ingested when Your Majesty was young.
