C92 Honey

"Greetings, your Imperial Majesty." The guard was respectful.

"Smear this on his wound." Lu Shaoheng handed the honey to the jailer.

"Is this honey?" The jailer took the honey from Lu Shaoheng's hands. He was a little stunned, but Lu Shaoheng didn't answer him.

Lu Shaoheng walked straight towards the scar-riddled Xie Zimo, snorted, raised his chin, and cast a sidelong glance at his pale face