The blood in Yu Qing Qian’s body felt as if it was condensed, and she stiffened.
There were three men sitting in the innermost part of the room. One of them was facing Yu Qing Qian, holding a teacup in his hand, with deep eyes and a cold temperament.
Most importantly was that this man’s appearance was sixty, seventy percent similar to Yu Qing Qian’s, especially those phoenix eyes that seemed to be carved from the same mould.
The man looked at Yu Qing Qian as if feeling the same thing, his deep eyes showing a bit of astonishment and shock.
The two looked at each other briefly, but both were able to guess the other’s identity.
Feng Chen noticed that Yu Qing Qian was looking deep into the room intently. He raised his eyes. When he saw the man sitting at the main table drinking tea, he couldn’t resist furrowing his brows with a bit of surprise in his eyes.
A handsome and bright-looking young man sitting beside the man showed an expression of extreme surprise when he saw Yu Qing Qian’s appearance. He couldn’t help but look at the cold-looking man beside him and said: “Eldest Brother, that woman looks so much like you.”
The cold man brushed the lid gently over the teacup, lowered his eyes to hide the look in his gaze, and said a faint ‘mm’.
Yu Qing Qian’s gaze grew colder and more complicated. She felt her own blood essence in that person. She knew who he was without even needing to think deeply.
Feng Chen stretched out his hand to hold Yu Qing Qian’s hand and whispered in her ear: “Qian Qian.”
Yu Qing Qian pressed her lips tightly together and restrained the look in her eyes. The sudden loss of control passed in an instant.
What could she do—after all, she suddenly felt her own blood essence pulsating in another person’s body. This feeling made her fall briefly into an indescribable emotion.
“I’m fine.” Yu Qing Qian raised her head and smiled faintly at Feng Chen.
The handsome and bright young man looked curiously back and forth at Yu Qing Qian, then his eldest brother, and the more he looked at them, the more he felt they looked alike.
The burly young man sitting beside him also had his eyes wandering to Yu Qing Qian, unable to conceal his surprise and curiosity.
However, neither of them thought anything else—they just thought they looked alike.
Seeing that the people beside the bed had finished their discussion, the Lord of Qing Qiu City couldn’t resist asking eagerly: “Has my son’s poison been cured?”
“Young Lord’s poison originally hadn’t spread yet. If it weren’t randomly treated today, there might’ve been a slight chance of survival, but now the poison has spread throughout the body and has even begun to erode the heart and lungs. Unless there’s an antidote right now.”
The handsome and elegant man sighed and said: “City Lord should be mentally prepared.”
“How’s that possible, it can’t be.” The Lord of Qing Qiu City’s face turned pale. He shook his head and couldn’t resist taking two steps back, obviously unable to accept this result.
The girl with a gentle temperament said: “The poison in the Young Lord has spread to the heart. If the antidote isn’t taken within an hour, even a Master-level Healer may not be able to save him.
Huo Ye Feng focused his attention to the young man with a ghastly pale face and a hint of blackness on the bed and could only shake his head.
Judging from the man’s face and his already rigid body, it was indeed as the two people said. The poison had already attacked his heart, and if there was no antidote within an hour, he would definitely die.
Moreover, even if he took the antidote now, the body’s meridians would have been eroded by the poison and there would be many sequelae, not to mention that were wasn’t any antidote now at all.
Yu Qing Qian also shifted her gaze to the person on the bed. The blood flow rate in her body returned to normal, but her variant abilities had begun to grow agitated, as if it were looking at something delicious and longing for it.
“Let me try, can I?”