"What is this?" Qin Jinhao stepped back, covering his mouth, his eyes filled with vigilance and tension.
Mu Qingge curled her lips, her smile enchanting: "Just an interesting little trinket."
A dark light shot from her hand, swiftly entering Qin Jinhao's mouth. The elixir melted instantly, leaving him no chance to spit it out.
"Ah—!" A sudden, excruciating pain, like ten thousand ants devouring him, his meridians felt as though they were breaking inch by inch, causing Qin Jinhao to let out a wail. His hands clawed ruthlessly at his skin, as if trying to drag out the ants beneath it.
In no time, the handsome face that had once beguiled Mu Qingge's former self was a bloody mess, with no unmarred flesh left on his body.
Mu Lianrong watched, her heart trembling, while Mu Qingge remained calm as she turned and walked out of the Imperial Study Room.
