Poisoned [III]

"What was the poison?" Lin Xiaoyan asked for umpteenth time, his face twitching in anger, and ebbing frustration as he looked at Mingyu who remained stubborn and refused to answer.

They were currently in the underground dungeon of Jinxing, and Mingyu's wrists were bound by a thick rope, which left him hanging painfully, with his feet inches from the ground.

His lips were bruised, and he had blood stains on his forehead and cheeks, his robes weren't spared either. He was also sweating profusely, while breathing haggardly, but still, he remained silent.

"Keep going." Lin Xiaoyan ordered the other Mages that were in there with him.

"But he might die, my lord." Wen Ting reasoned, seeing the messed up state Mingyu was in.

"Yichen is dying!" Lin Xiaoyan countered, "It's already been two hours. We only have an hour left to find out what poison he ingested."

"My lord!" A physician called out as he ran into the dungeon.