"Shut up, why are you yelling? Iām not deaf!"
Yang Chuxia snorted.
Sure enough, the poison expert stopped talking.
Yang Chuxia pondered for a moment and said, "Youād better be telling the truth, or youāre dead for sure!"
"Oh right, what was the original medicine used to control his episodes?"
"That medicine is useless now."
"Nonsense, of course, I know that medicine is useless now, but without it as a foundation, how are we supposed to explore?" After a pause, Yang Chuxia asked again, "Could it be that youāve developed a new drug?"
"No!" the poison expert said, "I hadnāt gotten around to researching one before you all caught me."
"In that case, just stay here then."
Yang Chuxia clapped her hands and said to Ye Yi beside her, "Keep an eye on her, and donāt let her die or escape."
"Yes!"
After the interrogation, the sky was already getting light. Yang Chuxia and Ye Ziāan sat in the carriage.
"Do you believe what sheās saying, my dear?" Ye Ziāan asked.
"Prince Leās illness seems real," Yang Chuxia said, "This kind of illness has appeared in our world. Prince Le just transforms into another personality, but some people can split into more than twenty different personalities. They can become a slave, an official, or even a man can split into a woman."
"..." Ye Ziāan was shocked; it was the first time he had heard of such a situation.
"My dear, how do you treat such an illness in your place?"
"Itās difficult." Yang Chuxia sighed, "The treatment methods we had are entirely unsuitable here. In theory, it is not a physical illness but a psychological issue. In our place, there are psychological therapists who can use hypnosis to integrate the personalities or let the main personality regain dominance. But we currently have no therapists or hypnotists. Whatās strange is that the poison expert, being so skilled, can use medication alone to let a secondary personality take over, and sheās a poison expert, not a medical expert."
For someone who doesnāt understand much about medicine, Yang Chuxia couldnāt quite grasp this point.
"Letās talk about it with Mu Shaoling when we get back and see what he thinks."
"Alright," Ye Ziāan said, "She should be some kind of poisonous doctor. It looks like weāll have to rethink our plans regarding Prince Le."
"You can discuss that with Cousin and the others," Yang Chuxia leaned against him, closing her eyes. She hadnāt stayed up late for a long time, and suddenly doing so left her unable to withstand it.
Seeing that she was tired, Ye Ziāan took off his outer robe and covered her with it, then held her in his arms again.
"Brother An, when I was interrogating that woman today, did you find me terrifying?" She might have even slashed the womanās face with scissors, which, to regular people, would seem quite vicious.
"Iāve seen you even more terrifying than this; this time was nothing compared to before," Ye Ziāan chuckled. "There was someone back in the day, what was his name again, who was bloodied and far worse off than that woman. Go on, sleep. Iāll wake you when weāre back in town."
Feeling a warm touch on her forehead, Yang Chuxia smirked slightly and snuggled into his arms to continue sleeping.
Two hours later, the carriage entered the town, and there were many pedestrians on the streets.
"Hmm..."
Seeing her eyes open, Ye Ziāan whispered, "Letās go back to that small courtyard first and take a stroll in the town later."
"Okay,"
Yang Chuxia responded and continued to sleep.