"Jiang Zuo, come sit over here."
Zimo, half-reclining on the bed, instructed Jiang Zuo, who was seated at the desk.
"Yes, Your Highness."
Jiang Zuo moved a stool and sat beside the bed.
"Your Highness, do you have any orders for me?"
"Do you understand 'leading' poison?" Zimo asked, looking at him.
Jiang Zuo: "..."
His understanding of 'leading' poison had already been discussed before, hadn't it? Why was His Highness asking him again?
"Your Highness, that 'leading' poison, all I know is so much already."
It wasn't that he wasn't professional enough, but it was common knowledge that 'leading' poison had no antidote. Although he was willing to find a cure for His Highness, he was frustrated by the lack of a solution.
"Is there a cure?" Zimo asked again.
"No."
Jiang Zuo answered very straightforwardly.
"Your Highness, Miss Lin has also said that 'leading' poison indeed has no cure. Look at Miss Lin, with her miraculous... yet she still has no way, let alone me."