Zhuang Xian gave Mo Xi a meaningful look, and everyone understood her meaning.
To Mo Qian, being almost killed by a woman who wanted to rise to power was not something to be proud of or publicized.
"Although the effects of 'drunken dream' were strong, I could suppress it in time. I also helped him draw out the remaining poison with silver needles. He should be fine after a few days of rest." Zhuang Xian said as she took out a disinfectant paper and carefully wiped her fingers.
Mo Xi had already ordered her subordinates to capture Lan Ling. At this moment, she looked at Zhuang Xian, who was about to leave, and said anxiously, "Ms. Zhuang, why don't you wait for the young master to wake up before you leave?"
He looked at Zhuang Xian awkwardly. Lan Ling had run away, and he had not caught her yet. If the young master woke up, he would be unable to explain it.
Zhuang Xian looked at Mo Xi with a strange expression. "Why?"
