Mo Liancheng then indifferently suggested, "Then drink the medicine." This was simple enough and very easy, a bottle of medicine down, leaving a whole corpse, no need to worry about trouble, and no fear of bloodshed.
"Prince, this is even worse..."
Without waiting for Qu Tan'er to continue, Mo Liancheng's handsome face showed a killing intent, "You just need to turn your head to the left, five steps away from you, there's a red bottle on the shelf, inside it is Throat-sealing Powder, drink it, I guarantee it won't be too painful, just that one moment, and it'll be over."
"..." Qu Tan'er stared at the red medicine bottle not far from her, her face stiffened, and her mouth twitched violently. So... even the way she could die had so many choices, but not a single one was what she wanted. Even if he had told her to get out, she would have shed a tear and thanked him greatly. But... just as she saw hope to return, she really had to die here?