Gongsun Xing nodded. "Although the cup imitates the style of Chengqian Hall, its base does not bear the imperial seal. Combined with the strong reaction to the poison-detection solution, I dare speculate that Aconite was mixed into the clay when this cup was made."
Hearing this, the Imperial Consort Zhou's hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
Yue Mingxuan noticed and immediately understood. "Is she unwell? Why is her hand shaking so badly?"
The Imperial Consort Zhou shot Yue Mingxuan a glare and forced her composure. "Your Majesty, we cannot act solely on the word of Miracle Doctor Gongsun…"
Gongsun Xing glanced at her and said, "If Your Highness has doubts, you may take this cup back and use it for seven days to verify."
Meanwhile, the silver needles Gongsun Xing had inserted into Rong Qinglei's acupoints began to take effect.
The comatose prince let out a muffled groan and a trickle of dark blood forming at the corner of his mouth.
