At these words, the color instantly drained from the Ruan woman's face.
She frantically kowtowed, begging for mercy.
But it was no use.
Prince Zhao had never known what it meant to be tender with a woman.
He sat languidly in his wheelchair, watching as the Ruan woman was held down firmly on either side.
Gao Shan personally picked up the teacup.
He pried open her mouth and poured the tea into it, bit by bit.
Like a pitiful, trapped animal in its death throes, the Ruan woman thrashed desperately, trying to break free from their grasp.
But how could her meager strength be any match for the trusted aides?
Soon, the entire cup of tea had been forced down her throat.
The moment the trusted aides released her, she collapsed to the ground, opened her mouth wide, stuck her fingers down her throat, and pressed hard on the back of her tongue.
She retched violently, trying to vomit up the tea she had just been forced to drink.
Gao Shan was an incredibly sharp man.
