No one noticed a tiny object falling onto Chen Muxue's right hand, flashing briefly before assimilating into it.
After checking Chen Muxue's vital signs and finding that she seemed to be alright, Cen Lizhui finally looked at Lan Xin, who was kneeling and immobilized.
"What did you feed her?" Cen Lizhui stared coldly at her.
Lan Xin mumbled incoherently.
Lin Qing patted Cen Lizhui indifferently: "She's immobilized."
"Ahem..." Cen Lizhui coughed lightly, his face slightly flushed, and casually lifted the Immobilization Spell from Lan Xin.
Lan Xin collapsed onto the ground and desperately squeezed out tears with an innocent look on her face, "Young Master, what is happening here? I truly don't know! I just brewed the medicine prescribed by the female doctor and fed it to Miss Chen, that's all I know!"
As she spoke, she slightly shrugged one shoulder, her outer garment slipping slightly while maintaining an expression that could incite sympathy.
