Since getting to know Yan Daoxin, the impression Zhu Yu had was either of a man who seemed detached from worldly concerns in front of outsiders, or lively and spirited when bickering with Lu Qing, always handling matters with effortless confidence, never showing such anger and frustration before.
Zhu Yu was taken aback by his reaction, remaining silent for a moment before speaking, when Yan Daoxin had somewhat calmed down: "Is it... that those women won't live much longer either?"
Yan Daoxin's face grew darker, though this time his anger wasn't as intense. He simply nodded solemnly without pounding on the table again.
The pity was the table, which was just a thin wooden piece, had been struck by his fist earlier and was close to splitting. Another hit might break it entirely.
"Then..." Zhu Yu hesitated, "Are you alright? Though I know you've hidden most of the medicine, you still ingested some..."
