Her expression remained cold.
"It tastes pretty good."
Su Ye propped her chin on one hand. Her eyelids lowered for a moment as she muttered,
'Am I overthinking this?'
Guan Jing was a Medicine Master, so he was extremely sensitive to medicinal herbs. And Fei Han, being an Assassin, was also very wary of being drugged.
Neither of them had a problem after drinking it.
But she had just taken a sip of the tea herself.
Beneath the clear sweetness, there was a faint, astringent taste.
She had just discreetly tested it with an ice needle, but there was no reaction.
Just then, the sound of a soft cough came from inside the carriage.
Su Ye's eyes flickered open. She suddenly picked up the other bowl of tea from the table and walked toward the carriage.
She reached the carriage, leaped aboard, and pulled the curtain aside without hesitation.
