This isn't just empty talk; it's the truth. Being a doctor himself, he naturally knows his own condition.
"Really?" Yangyang was a bit skeptical.
"Of course, it's true."
Yangyang stroked his chin and said, "Why don't we go out?"
"Sure, let's sneak out tonight!" The old poison master was also tired of staying here.
The Prince An's Mansion might be nice, but for a person from the worldly society like him, it was just too boring, eating and sleeping all day, like a pig being raised.
"Alright, let's meet tonight at midnight."
The old and the young made such an agreement.
So the next day, a maid came running to find Yang Chuxia.
"Madam, something awful has happened!"
"What awful thing?" Yang Chuxia had just finished breakfast and was rinsing her mouth when she said, "Just say it if there's something."
"The Second Young Master has run away again." The little maid was holding a letter.
