Chapter 352: I’m charmed by myself. Chapter 352: I’m charmed by myself. Ye Jiu didn’t know that Sikong Mo had kept the medicines she gave him to himself–other than Si Nan, no one else knew.

Although Qing Li lived just outside Fengyang City, Sikong Mo rarely visited if there wasn’t an issue with his health.

Otherwise, Qing Li would have directly taken the medicine from Sikong Mo to study, rather than making futile efforts to obtain it through underhanded means from Ye Jiu!

The two were at a stalemate for a long time, but Ye Jiu remained unmoved.

In the end, Qing Li had to settle for less, “Fine, you may deny it, but I’ve seen the sleeping drug on you with my own eyes, and I’ve experienced its effects firsthand. You can’t deny that, can you?”

Ye Jiu drew back the curtain and glanced outside at Ye Wenzheng who had been helped up by Lu Biaotou and others. Although he was lying down to one side, it was evident he was completely drained, limp as a pile of mud.

“I can give you the drug, but what do you mean by laying your hands on my people?” Ye Jiu asked with a voice tinged with chill.

“It’s simple!” Qing Li plucked a bead from the curtain of the carriage and shot it toward Ye Wenzheng.

Everyone had thought he was intent on harming Ye Wenzheng, but instead, they saw that as soon as the bead hit Ye Wenzheng, his weakness vanished instantly; he reflexively leaped up from the ground, energetic and lively, showing no sign of the previous collapse.

Ye Jiu kept her promise, pulling out a bottle containing medicine pills from her bosom and passed it over.

Qing Li took the bottle, opened it, and sniffed it beneath his nose.

The next second, he slumped, stone-still, inside the carriage!

This time, Ye Jiu didn’t administer an antidote to him. As soon as Qing Li made a move to open the bottle, she had already pinched her nose shut.

Fortunately, with no breaths taken, she wasn’t affected.

After Qing Li fell, Ye Jiu quickly picked up the lid from the ground, covered the bottle again, hastily flung open the carriage’s curtain, and scrambled out in a fluster.

Only when she had run a safe distance away did she release her hand and take deep, gasping breaths of fresh air.

Turning back to look at the carriage, Ye Jiu’s anger, previously stoked by Lu Biaotou, subsided, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

This idiot, knowing it was a sleeping drug, still dared to sniff it, claiming to be a Divine Doctor. Was he fooling ghosts?

By now, Wenzheng had recovered. Seeing Ye Jiu emerge so quickly, he thought the person in white had done something to her, hurried over to examine her anxiously, “Little aunt, are you alright? What did that person in white do to you? I’ll go chop him up!”

Wenzheng, overcome with impulse, turned his head intending to stride toward the carriage, completely forgetting how he had just been floored with a single finger.

Ye Jiu hastily called after him, “Don’t worry, what could he possibly do to me? Rather, he’s the one who has fainted inside. The sleeping drug is too strong. Don’t go near for now. Wait a little while for the drug’s effect to dissipate in the carriage, then we can go in and pull him out.”

“Ah,” Wenzheng responded, admiringly looking at Ye Jiu.

He had long thought Ye Jiu was remarkable, a little girl overpowering many grown men combined. Now, in Wenzheng’s eyes, Ye Jiu was simply invincible.