Xu Qing didn't want to think about Ao Heng, this bastard, anymore! How could a man who poisoned his own son like this be called a father? How could he be called a human? Because of that little suspicion, he didn't pursue the truth, neglected his child, and rejected his lover. How could he be worthy of being the emperor?
Xu Qing lowered her eyes. She had to calm down. She had to think of a way to get rid of the dark fragrance emanating from her body and then treat Qiao Yanhui. Otherwise, with Qiao Yanhui's current situation, he wouldn't live past today! However, Xu Qing couldn't think of a fast way to cure this rare synthetic poison. Her understanding of poison was still too shallow…
