Yun Ran clutched the medicine bottle and chose a tranquil and secluded cobblestone path to walk forward.
Her mind was filled with fluctuating thoughts.
Although the Crown Prince didn't appear to be a treacherous person, one cannot judge a person by their appearance.
Moreover, given the entangled grudges between his mother and Nangong Mo, who could guarantee that there wasn't some hidden agenda behind this so-called good intention?
Earlier, she had indeed carefully checked these two bottles of medicine; there was no poison.
But even if it were a good medicine, it wasn't suitable for all ailments.
Sometimes a well-used poison can save a life, while a mistakenly used good medicine can also chase one's life to the grave.
The injury to Nangong Mo's leg, what exactly caused it, and to what extent was it injured? Was it poison? Bone fracture? Or something else? All these need to be clarified before prescribing the right treatment.
