Uncle Shen instantly straightened even harder.
Bai Lingling was silent for two breaths.
Then she said, "I told you to relax, not to prepare for burial."
Lin Xiaoyu nearly bit her own lip.
The guards all lowered their heads at once.
No one dared laugh.
Everyone wanted to laugh.
The air in the room trembled with suffering.
Even worse, after all that, Bai Lingling finally instructed them to open their bottles and drink one mouthful on the spot so she could observe the effect.
This sentence made the entire room fall into another layer of silence.
That kind of silence was very subtle.
Very delicate.
It was the silence of loyal subordinates who would rush into fire for their young miss without hesitation, yet still could not stop their souls from asking whether today's fire happened to be inside the bottle.
Uncle Shen looked at the medicine in his hand.
Then at Bai Lingling.
Then at the medicine again.
