C315 Antidote

Su Qianxun listened to Murong Mingyue and became even more anxious upon learning that Mingyue was poisoned. Her hands clenched tightly, her face tense, as if she had lost something priceless, like a mother losing her beloved child or someone misplacing a large sum of money. She paced back and forth, almost like an ant on a hot pan, covering the same ground over a dozen times.

In her mind