Saying this, Ye Xunhuan put the wine glass in his hand on the table and stared directly at Qin Shuheng.
Qin Shuheng, who had experienced countless ups and downs in the sea of officialdom, felt a sudden thump in his heart, but his face showed not the slightest change; instead, he chuckled and said, "What kind of talk is this, child? Could it be that you can harm me?"
"Oh, right, I can't harm you. After all, you are my uncle!" Ye Xunhuan said lightly, "But my own uncle wants to harm his nephew!"
At this moment, Ye Xunhuan was not here to dance around with Qin Shuheng but chose to get straight to the point.
Qin Shuheng's face instantly became a bit stiff. As soon as Ye Xunhuan mentioned that there was poison in the wine, Qin Shuheng had some suspicions, but he did not expect Ye Xunhuan to choose the blunt approach.
"Xunhuan, you haven't even had a drink, and you're starting to talk nonsense!"
