Mrs. Nan said, "Old Meng has gone to walk the horses, Ayan and Xiaoshun went with their master to chop wood, and I'm the only one at home; they just left and won't be back so soon. Are you hungry? Shall I make you something to eat?"
"Mrs. Nan, you..."
Gu Jiao pointed to the poison blood all over her face.
Mrs. Nan, her seven orifices bleeding, smiled and said, "Would you like noodles or dumplings? My cooking has improved a lot recently, or how about I make you a pancake?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Nan collapsed with a thud!
Gu Jiao held her forehead, "You've been poisoned, Mrs. Nan."
Gu Jiao helplessly shook her head, carried Mrs. Nan back to the room, and gave her the antidote from the table.
She took a bottle out of her bosom and placed it on the bedside table, inside was Gu Changqing's blood.
She left a note.
She opened the drawer and counted the nutrients she had left for King Heifeng.
There were less than two left.
