Mo Zhu actually used such ruthless medicine to force her to return to Qingyuan Village. No, that was impossible. She would rather die than let Sister Mo be bewitched by such a man.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yu wiped the tears off her face with all her might. She opened the small porcelain bottle she was holding tightly in her hand, poured out a pill and swallowed it without hesitation.
Almost the instant the pill entered her mouth, she felt the domineering effect of the pill. A bone-chilling pain came from every organ in her body, causing her to kneel on the ground with a pale face and sweat. At this moment, she could not even speak.
