Yan Lingzhen was unaware of Li Chengxiang's inner thoughts.
She did indeed take a short nap.
It wasn't that she was careless.
Her entire body, even the strands of her hair, was coated with a deadly poison; anyone without the antidote who touched her would not survive beyond the duration of an incense stick.
That is why she was not afraid of what anyone might do to her.
...
At that time, Yan Wanqing had been wandering outside for a while without any success. She had been constantly harassed by a group of greasy, disgusting men, suppressing the impulse to kill them all. At the agreed time, she returned to the artificial hill. The young servant was still lying there, but Xiaoliu was gone.
Xiaoliu always had plans.
With bottles of poison on her and a masterful use of the silver needle, Yan Wanqing wasn't worried about her safety at all.
