Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

The dose of the anesthetic wasn’t high. After lying in the side hall for a while, Yu Wenhao slowly woke up.

Yuan Qingling was sitting beside him, and she had dismissed all the servants. The hall was very quiet at this moment.

His strong fingers clenched her neck and she could almost hardly breathe. He looked like a furious beast with flames of anger blazing in his eyes. "How dare you poison Grandpa?" He grifted his teeth and asked.

Yuan Qingling was forced to raise her head. Her face quickly flushed and her eyes were bloodshot. She said in grief, "Why don’t you look down?"

He felt a sting there. It was a needle piercing his thigh. The needle looked, attached to a small tube filled with fluid.

"You can strangle me, but before I die, you would be dead too. So why don’t you listen to me first?" Yuan Qingling managed to say. She refused to give in.

He finally let her go, but he was even madder than before. His handsome face was slightly distorted in fury, and he tried his best to hold it back.

"Tell me, what kind of poison did you use?" He never knew Yuan Qingling knew poison. He found himself underestimating her before.

needle and grinned a bitter smile. "Do you really believe I’ve poisoned

the point.” He

"That's not poison.

sneered murderously, "What a surprise! I

hands. "Come, admit

for a

her face hard

arose like a

of her mouth, but she didn't feel any pain at all

injected the drug into

late when he felt it. He was getting tired and sleepy and then slowly let go

to live in your place, but it doesn’t mean that

to the ground, sullen eyes glaring at her as if he couldn’t wait

the first time, he wasn’t completely anesthetized,