章節 867: His Majesty Is So Cunning

In the end, Chu Jiu brought the food out without anyone even touching it.

Just as she was about to throw it away, Chu Qi silently snuck behind her and snatched the plate from her hands.

Chu Jiu, "…"

Was he a ghost? How was there no sound at all?

She calmed herself down from the fright and gave him a concerned reminder, "There might be poison in there, and maybe spit."

Chu Qi shot her a look. "You actually believe Master's words?"

"Don't you?" Chu Jiu asked in return.

Chu Qi had already opened the bottle of kumiss and taken his first mouthful, but he found the taste too strange for his palette, so he did not take anymore. He frowned and placed it to the side.

He next sat on the long bench in the corridor and began to tuck into the plate of roast mutton.