It's obvious that he can't be killed by poison, and even if you suffocate him with your rage it won't do any good.,A faint scent of coppery sweetness filled the air, and the snow-white handkerchief was stained with patches of crimson. Xie Shuning vomited, ignoring the maid's panicked state, tossing aside the handkerchief and falling into a deep sleep, her face pale. After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from her slumber in a cold sweat, clutching the brocade quilt as she gasped, "Where is Young Master",However, Xie Shuning gripped it so tightly that her knuckles turned white, stopping it from escaping.。