The palace change quickly subsided.

Empress Yao hurriedly came, saw the scene in the palace, and hurriedly ordered someone to seal the hall, claiming that the emperor was attacked and injured.

Chu Ning was also taken to wait in the warm pavilion, saying that the queen mother had something to ask her.

She sat on the embroidered couch, looked at the surrounding environment, and thought to herself that what the queen wanted to ask was nothing more than the situation of the palace last night.

At this time, Empress Yao's henchman Aunt Jingqin opened the curtain and entered, and several palace maids followed her into the house and lined up in front of Chu Ning in turn.

Jingqin bowed slightly, and the palace maid holding the tray stepped forward to serve tea, "Third princess, please use tea." ”

"Let it go." Chu Ning motioned to the palace maid to put the tea aside.

The maid ignored it, still hunched over and standing still, holding the tray motionless.

Jingqin suddenly smiled and said, "Your Highness, drink it while it's hot." ”

Chu Ning felt a little strange, but it was not good to save her face, so he picked up the tea bowl and lifted the tea lid to float the tea soup.

The jet-black tea soup was constantly steaming outward, giving off a strange smell of herbs.

Chu Ning put down the tea bowl and pretended to be curious and asked, "I don't know what kind of tea leaves are brewed?" It smells something special. ”

Jingqin replied, "It's a tea specially for His Highness to drink." ”

Chu Ning's heart lifted, looked at Jingqin, and said with a smile: "Auntie is bothered, but I'm afraid that this palace is not used to drinking tea here." ”

Jingqin glanced at her, her eyes full of mockery, "I'm used to drinking it once before." Your Highness, the tea is about to get cold. ”

Chu Ning's face changed, and she was about to serve tea, and was just about to raise her hand to knock over the tea bowl, when the palace maid next to her suddenly snatched the tea bowl from her hand.

"Let's let the slave maid serve His Highness tea."

Jingqin took the tea bowl, smiled gently, and pinched Chu Ning's cheek.

Several palace maids held down Chu Ning at the same time, making her unable to move at all.

Jingqin's fingertips exerted force, and the sharp nails sank into Chu Ning's cheeks, and her mouth was forced to open a little.

"Your Highness," Jingqin smiled pleasantly, "it's time for tea." ”

As she spoke, she flipped her wrist and touched the tea bowl to Chu Ning's lips, and the tea soup poured into her mouth.

Chu Ning's head was tilted, trying to avoid it, but someone immediately grabbed her hair and pulled her scalp hard to force her to raise her neck.

"Hmm......"

Chu Ning was held down by several hands, and the hot tea soup continued to pour into her mouth, burning her throat and tongue with severe pain.

The tea soup that she didn't have time to swallow flowed out of the corners of her mouth, and was held against the tea bowl by Jingqin, and poured back between her lips.

She was choked with tears, and her mouth was filled with the strong smell of medicine.

Bitter, extremely bitter.

The last drop of tea soup in the tea bowl disappeared between Chu Ning's lips.

Jingqin handed the empty tea bowl to the palace maid, let go of her face with satisfaction, and took out a silk handkerchief to carefully wipe the traces on the corners of her lips.

Her movements were as gentle as a mother putting her toddlers to sleep.

Chu Ning felt a chill in his back, and couldn't help but turn his head and retch.

But as soon as she spoke, a sharp pain rose in her throat and eyes.

It was as if she had been hooked in her throat, and the hook was dripping with blood, and all she could do was a dull hissing sound.

Her lips were numb and unconscious, and she felt saliva run down the corners of her lips.

And Chu Ning's vision gradually blurred, and the furnishings of the room fell into her eyes, leaving only large patches of color.

Jingqin leaned over to Chu Ning, stared at her embarrassed face and smiled, "Your Highness's spirit doesn't seem to be very good. ”

Chu Ning struggled to raise his hand and hit the piece of flesh in front of him, but his hand trembled uncontrollably.

Jingqin sneered and grabbed her wrist, pinching her skin purple, and slammed her hand back.

She straightened up and looked at Chu Ning with disdain and a slight pity.

"The time has come, take the third princess to the front hall."