Lady Jiang's lips twitched as she lowered her head to look at the small porcelain bottle in Tao Hua's hands, her heart filled with rising anger. Did she look like a wicked stepmother? To think that she would use this dimethyltryptamine on her own daughter, the nerve of this woman!
Although she and her daughter had already figured out a plan to turn the tables, this reckless affair was certainly not to be done.
Lady Jiang immediately shook her head firmly, pushing the small porcelain bottle back: "No! I can't use such despicable stuff on my daughter."
On hearing her treasure referred to as despicable, Tao Hua's expression darkened, and she was just about to retort when she heard Lady Jiang ask with some suspicion, "Was it His Highness Third Prince who suggested using this stuff?"
