Yuan Lang suddenly stood up, but before he could steady himself, he felt a wave of weakness in his limbs and collapsed back into the chair.
"There's something wrong with this tea," he clenched his fist, looking in shock at the face-changing Yuan Lu in front of him, "Prince Kang, what are you doing?"
He had clearly seen Yuan Lu drink the tea before he did, so how could there be a problem?
Yuan Lang pressed his head, feeling a sharp pain in his mind, and the people before him became somewhat blurred.
Suddenly, he noticed that although Yuan Lu was smirking at him, he was just as powerless, slumped in the chair.
Only then did Yuan Lang realize that Yuan Lu had probably drugged himself to eliminate his suspicion.
