Before Yan Daoxin's words were finished, Zhu Yu's mouth was covered by Lu Qing's hand. The strength wasn't much, very gentle, but enough to stop her subconscious move of wanting to spit out the strange thing of unknown origin.
This time, Zhu Yu was completely awake, opened her eyes, and swallowed the thing in her mouth with a gulp. Instantly, she felt a coolness spreading from her throat throughout her body, and the previous unbearable stuffiness seemed to be largely dispelled.
"What is this?" She lowered her voice and asked Lu Qing and Yan Daoxin.
"Did you really think I was just making medicine for that power-obsessed, senile old man these days?" Now that there were no outsiders watching, Yan Daoxin returned to his usual private demeanor, grinning and whispering, "Earlier, Lu Qing told me to be prepared, so I was thinking.
