No… it can’t be…
Yan Ruoxi clenched the corner of her clothes. The poison she had added was almost identical to one of the wound medicine’s ingredients, so it would not be detected. Besides, even if it were discovered, no one would know she was the one who had poisoned it.
Yan Ruoxi’s heart pounded, nearly bursting from her throat. She lifted her face and said, "Brother Chu, isn’t this the wound medicine?"