... The night is dark, three drinks have passed, and there is not much wine left.
Just when Qi Shaoshang was still preparing to say something more.
There was a sudden, sharp pain in my heart, my eyes were suddenly filled with colors, and my ears were filled with phantom sounds.
"Poisoned!?"
"How could it be?!"
"Obviously I have always been with him..."
Mengzhen woke up and stared at Gu Xichao with wide eyes, unwilling to write a letter.
But, it's too late.
Zhennu, who had a sullen expression on his face, suddenly fell to the ground and took away the wine dishes from the next table. However, he struggled to speak with all his last strength in confusion.
"Have you always been plotting against me?"
"Yes."
What I got was the simplest and most concise answer...