C827 Painter(48)

Chiang Zixi lowered her head and did not speak.

"When you entered the residence for the first month, you scraped some medicinal powder off the antidote. You want to use the antidote to make the antidote, right?"

The wind blew Second Prince's hair, making him even more intimidating.

"You said that your loyalty to me is fake, right? Ever since you entered the prefecture