The words "poisoned" had barely been uttered before both Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai's complexions instantly changed.
Especially Qiao Xiaomai, who let out a cry of alarm, her peach blossom eyes widening in terror, "Poisoned?! It couldn't have been the food I cooked, could it? Your Highness, I didn't poison anyone!"
"It wasn't you who poisoned," Yang Wenxiao waved his hand upon hearing her words, "I've made Tong Sanlang my personal guard, how could it be you who poisoned."
Tong Sanlang extended his arm, wrapping it around Qiao Xiaomai's shoulders, and pulled her close, speaking in a deep voice. "Don't panic, it wasn't us, and His Highness hasn't suspected us."
As he spoke, he looked up at Yang Wenxiao and began, "Your Highness, when Xiaomai and I were cooking earlier, we noticed something was wrong with one of the spices. We set that spice aside, and if you wish, I can go get it now."
"What?!" exclaimed Yang Wenxiao, suddenly standing up, "A spice was tampered with?!"