Si Yuhuan hadn't flown into a rage, which proved Jiang Qimeng wasn't seriously harmed. It seemed there was a problem with her drug; it wasn't capable of turning someone into an idiot.
Jian Xi knew the evidence she held—of her kidnapping and the forced injection—was now useless.
Knowing Jiang Qimeng's white lotus tendencies, she'd likely try to turn the tables and accuse me.
"If I'm not mistaken, Jiang Qimeng will tell you I secretly harmed her. She might even claim this was all my scheme, that I'm insanely trying to kill her. I wouldn't be surprised if she even injured herself and blamed it all on me to gain your sympathy."
Si Yuhuan finished bandaging her arm. Looking at the gauze, his emotions were complicated.
"You're silent. Looks like I hit the mark, didn't I?"
