As I was preparing the second prince’s medicine, I noticed something. The poison was evolving. The antidote I was making was definitely weak. To me, it worked just as well as the prototype, but I had no obligation to tell the person who killed my man that there was a better and quicker cure.
It was just that, for the sake of living, for the sake of not getting killed, I had to act as an apothecary.
Once I had the chance to examine the prince’s body, I saw it. There was a dark curse mixed in with his circulating blood!
It was amazing. My hubby was definitely such an ideal man. He thought they wouldn’t die so easily, so he even evolved his poison! Even after he died, he was still trying to kill them through it!