"Your Majesty, you misheard me. I never said I would personally lead the troops to fight!" Upon hearing this, the wicked man immediately shuddered and shook his head repeatedly, looking displeased.

Um? !

Everyone froze, thinking to themselves that the wicked husband had been possessed.

He used to be the one clamoring to beat this person and that person, but now that it's actually his turn to beat someone, he's not happy about it.

"Are you deceiving the emperor?!" Ying Zheng's face hardened, and he glared angrily at his wicked husband.

At this moment, Ying Zheng felt as disgusted as if his pants were half off and he was told he had his period.

The wicked man sighed, "Your Majesty, is it really necessary for me to go to such a small place in person? The reason I was in such a hurry to return must be because there is another important matter to attend to."

"I brought back 50,000 able-bodied men from Korea, not so they could have a free trip to Xianyang and eat and drink for free!"

Ying Zheng frowned. He knew his wicked husband's temperament well; the boy was always warlike, but today he seemed unusually strange. Ying Zheng was puzzled. Could there really be something important that he didn't know about?

"Your Majesty, the reason I rushed back is to deal with a poison that people cannot live without. Even Your Majesty takes it every day..." the wicked man said in a low voice with a solemn expression.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng raised an eyebrow. Since it concerned his life, he couldn't help but become serious.

"presumptuous!"

"Lord Commandant, who dared to poison the King? Tell me, and I'll cut off his dog's head with one sword!" Before Ying Zheng could ask, the hot-tempered Yang Duanhe roared.

As a civil official, Feng Jie was not as impulsive as Yang Duanhe. He calmly asked, "Lord Commandant, what exactly is this that even His Majesty is taking day and night?"

"salt!"

The moment the wicked husband uttered those two words, the entire room erupted in uproar. Salt, an indispensable condiment in daily life, could actually be poison?

"Lord Commandant, are you joking?" Feng Jie frowned, clearly finding the husband's words hard to believe.

"No, I am not joking." The wicked man looked around seriously. "As you all know, salt contains toxic substances. The current refining process cannot make it non-toxic. Long-term consumption will cause great harm to the body."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng's expression turned serious. He knew his wicked husband wouldn't joke about such things, but how could salt, a necessity of life, possibly be poison?

“Your Majesty, I am not exaggerating,” the wicked man continued. “Although the toxic substances in the salt are negligible, their long-term accumulation can cause considerable harm. I rushed back here to report this matter to Your Majesty and to begin working on a solution.”

"Solve it?" Ying Zheng realized that this might be a major issue concerning the nation's livelihood. Hearing his wicked husband say this, his eyes suddenly lit up. "You say you have a solution?"

The wicked man nodded slightly and smiled, "Once salt is refined to a high purity, it will naturally be free of toxins. And the refining technique isn't too difficult; I happen to know it."

Ying Zheng was overjoyed. He understood the seriousness of the matter, as it concerned the health and lives of everyone in the world and could not be taken lightly.

Thus, Ying Zheng could no longer concern himself with the matter of the Western Regions distribution market. "Then you can leave Xianyang and resolve this matter quickly."

Ying Zheng is a man without any faults, except that he is afraid of death and wants to cultivate immortality, which is evident from his current eagerness.

He had even prepared himself to not eat salt until the wicked man had extracted non-toxic salt.

"You wicked husband!" Ying Zheng looked at his wicked husband and said heavily, "This concerns the lives of everyone in the world. You must refine it as quickly as possible, do you understand?"

The wicked man bowed and accepted the order, a confident and radiant smile spreading across his face. "Your Majesty, fine salt will be presented within three days."

"Very well, then I will wait for you for three days!" Ying Zheng had no doubts about his wicked husband. He felt a heavy burden lifted from his heart, and a happy smile returned to his face.

Feng Jie then said, "Your Majesty, the Commandant of the Guards needs to resolve the salt issue, but he can't afford to delay the distribution market!"

Ying Zheng nodded slightly and looked at his wicked husband, "Is there anyone suitable to recommend?!"

"Your subject is willing to go!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you for the recommendation, Commandant Wei..."

Before the wicked husband could even speak, Yang Duanhe stepped forward first, acting unilaterally as if the matter was already settled and he was left to go.

"It's not impossible!"

Seeing this, the wicked man smiled and said indifferently, "Since you want to go, then go. Just do your job well. It's just a small country. If you can't handle it, then don't come back!"

"Don't worry, I guarantee there won't be any problems!" Yang Duanhe smiled ruthlessly and patted his chest to assure him.

Seeing his expression, the wicked husband and Ying Zheng naturally did not refuse, and immediately decided that Yang Duanhe would lead 50,000 elite troops.

The wicked man slapped his forehead and hurriedly added, "Your Majesty, since Han and Wei have been destroyed, why not send Zhang Han and the other two to the Western Regions to assist them?"

Ying Zheng was taken aback, then remembered Zhang Han and the other two who were still wreaking havoc on the three clans. "This... I had forgotten about them. Then bring them back... The three clans... have probably been severely harmed as well."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback, and then nodded in agreement with Ying Zheng's words.

"What is this?!"

Upon hearing this, the wicked man curled his lip and said in a deep voice, "When the day comes that our army is strong and our horses are powerful, we will use the Qin sword to kill their race, exterminate their clan, and sever their roots!"

"To avoid them becoming a future problem!"

As his words rang out, a chilling killing intent suddenly rose within the hall.

The crowd was puzzled, wondering why the wicked man harbored such murderous intent and hatred towards the northern barbarians!

at the same time.

Zhang Han and his two companions, who were still wreaking havoc within the territory of the three races, sneezed in unison, wondering who was talking about them behind their backs.

They suffered terribly during this period.

The grasslands were already vast and sparsely populated, and in order to effectively release the poison, they spent their days carrying countless rotting corpses and other items.

This went on for so long that they were completely overwhelmed by the stench and always felt smelly all over.

And their hard work has yielded remarkable results!

This plague was indeed effective; at first, it only took the lives of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, while healthy adults only suffered from diarrhea and felt unwell for a while.

Therefore, they also had to stay around those tribes after releasing the poison, waiting to finish them off when they were at their weakest.

But as time went on, the plague seemed to have changed, becoming exceptionally virulent, to the point that it could easily take the lives of even the strongest young people.

Now, they no longer need to spread the virus everywhere; they can simply wait for it to spread on its own.