At this point, the princess narrowly escaped a calamity.
However, since the small foot on her right leg had been stung by a venomous insect and the poison had already penetrated her body, timely treatment was necessary.
"Brother Zhao, what kind of poison have I been hit with? It hurts so much!"
Princess Xinting complained to Lin Yifan, looking pitiful and woeful.
"It's the venom of a bristle insect." Lin Yifan frowned, answering with a worried expression.
"Is the venom very strong? Can it be treated?" Princess Xinting asked.
She was truly afraid of losing her leg, even more frightened that her life might be in danger. She had not yet married, had not yet had children, had not yet enjoyed days of happiness; she did not want to die.
"The venom is strong, but I have a way to treat it." Lin Yifan replied.
"Then hurry up and treat me, I don't want to die."
Princess Xinting showed her desire for survival, unwilling to sacrifice herself like this.
