Hearing this sentence, Su Li looked at Qingyang in surprise. This sick young man looked very much like Prince Jue at that time. He clearly had the best conditions, but he tried every means to never cure his illness.

Qingyang guessed that Su Li probably did not believe in her, or she believed in the incident itself, but she would not trust her own.

After all, he is from the Han Mansion.

"I just want this news to for my life."

These most straightforward words are the most honest words. From the first glance of seeing her, he knew that people like Su Li were not easy to deceive, and it would be better to tell her the truth. She would be able to measure that a sick young man who wanted to survive in a cannibal mansion like the Han Mansion was like an ant staying in a hot pot all the time.

Su Li did not continue this topic, and there would be problems at the banquet. They guessed that how could Lord Han really welcome their arrival? It was just to use everyone's hand and slap them in the face.

"Did you get poisoned when you were a kid?"

I raised my eyes lightly and nodded slightly. When memories hit my mind, I felt a little scared and painful.

"It was about seven years old that I was infected with Shihua. Later, I took the medicine in time and then developed this disease."

Su Li took out the dagger, cut Qingyang's fingers, squeezed out a drop of blood and fell into the clear water, and then watched the blood slowly change.

"There is nothing wrong with the antidote. However, the person who prepares the antidote gets the order of the medicine wrong, which makes some toxicity remain in the medicine. In addition, if you have been taking the medicine over the years, some medicines will always be deposited in the body, both good and bad, and the good are the majority. So you can be safe for a long time, and those that are bad will eventually break out, which will make your body extremely bleeding and bleeding."

"The doctor is dedicated to treating your rash and suppressing these things, but instead pushing back the toxicity. If someone pushes your rash and lets all the venom in your body flow out, it will be fine once."

Su Li slowly explained to him, Qingyang also listened carefully, and while the hope in his eyes rose, the more he listened, the colder his back became.

He can't tell whether his illness is deliberately suppressed or operated unintentionally.

"Miss Su, doctor can't see the cause of my disease?"

"Why don't you try?"

Qingyang was slightly stunned, would you try it? Let him get the nightmare silk flower in the most important person around the doctor, and then see how he treated it, and then he could see clearly.

Actions are more convincing than words!

A bitter smile on Qingyang's face was stained with his legitimate son. He should have been very glorious, but over the years, he has been living in simplicity and has almost no one seen in his piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

The city lord's wife has always loved him the most, but she cannot make up for the regrets and pain in his heart.

His eyes fell on a piano. The piano came from Meifang. A new piano was sold in Meifang every month. Whether it was sold or given to the owner, it depends on the mood of the shop owner. This one has a number on it, which is only recently made. It is made of sycamore wood. Next to the number is a lifelike sycamore flower.

"A piano is produced in Meifang in January. It is very rare. Miss Su got the piano from Meifang when she first arrived. I wonder how much money Miss Su paid or how she won the favor of the owner of Meifang?"
Chapter completed!