Yun Shimo suddenly opened his eyes, staring coldly at that head before his eyes. A tinge of cruelty was upon his lips. "So it's you, one of the four secret guards of the capital, Chongxiao. Aren't you a lackey of the Empress?"

Yun Shimo was narrowing his profound eyes somewhat. He did not seem poisoned, even though the toxic fume had already reached his arm.

Chongxiao sneered wantonly. "Yun Shimo, I didn't expect you, the famous Prince Nan, to end up in my hands. ...