The wandering fortune-teller was calm and unhurried, his fingers under his sleeve flicking lightly, a grain of white substance shot towards Tang Jinghao at a speed invisible to the naked eye...
"Ouch!"
Tang Jinghao, who was about to grab the box, suddenly felt a severe cramp in his stomach, and the pain grew increasingly intense. He crouched on the ground in agony, clutching his stomach and incessantly yelling, "Ouch, it hurts... it's killing me."
Princess Consort Pu was greatly shocked and hurried forward to try to help him up. Unexpectedly, Tang Jinghao, engulfed in pain, was strong and in his panic, pushed her away...
Princess Consort Pu, having just recovered from an illness, was weak and was easily knocked to the ground.
"Ah...!"
Her body fell heavily to the ground, her palm scraping and bleeding.
Seeing this, Prince Pu stepped forward to help her up: "Princess Consort, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just a small scrape."