On the other side, Nanli had finished taking Yany's pulse.
Ming Ying, anxious and impatient, asked, "Madam, how is it? Can you cure the poison?"
Before Nanli could respond, Yuan Liang sneered, "Ming Ying, she's a Taoist priest skilled in talismans. Do you really think she also knows medicine and toxicology? Don't be fooled."
Ming Ying trusted Nanli, so she had no reservations. She turned to Yuan Liang and glared at him, "Shut up! This is my courtyard, and everyone here is my people. Do you think the few men you brought can protect you?"
With that, the servants of the Ming family immediately puffed up their chests, showing their strength. Some even flexed their muscles for Yuan Liang to see.
"Hmph, I'm waiting for you to beg me," Yuan Liang retreated a few steps, his voice filled with resentment. When the time comes, he would make sure to humiliate Ming Ying thoroughly to vent his anger!