Mosquito felt a little uneasy after being glanced at by Shang Tian, ​​but since Shang Tian hadn't told him anything, he really didn't know what to expect.

"Young Master..."

He opened his mouth again, wanting to say something more, but Shang Tian was furious, "Mosquito, do you even know where you are?"

Do you know who's around you?

You're risking your life, but everyone else is.

"Since I've decided to surrender, I surrender. Don't try to persuade me anymore."

Shang Tian was hoping that Mosquito would understand the meaning behind his words. Mosquito blinked at him, then lowered its head in grievance and whispered, "Young Master, I know I was wrong."

So many people have died, and they just say they're not fighting anymore?

Who could feel comfortable about that?

Shang Tian waved his hand and said, "You can leave now. Call me when the food is ready."

After this incident, who knows how many years it will take to recover?

Choosing people... is out of the question. There are only a few left alive, how can we possibly choose?

Heavy burdens weighed on Shang Tian's shoulders, and even when he was exhausted, he couldn't sleep.

He closed his eyes to rest for a while, and then he heard a mosquito coming over to call him.

The food was served, but no one touched their chopsticks. When the man saw Shang Tianlai, he said indifferently, "I heard that your emperor has a habit of having eunuchs taste the food. Why don't you try the food for us now?"

Shang Tian thought to himself, "As expected." He respectfully stepped forward, said "Yes," and then asked Mosquito to bring him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, intending to try each dish one by one.

"Wait a minute, why is your bowl different from ours?"

The man called out to Shang Tian, ​​"Let's switch bowls."

Shang Tian didn't say anything, but did as he was told. Only then did he start tasting the dishes one by one. Seeing that he ate without any problems, the people from the Interstellar Alliance began to pick up their chopsticks.

Seeing everyone enjoying their meal, Shang Tian silently stepped back.

He watched as everyone devoured all the food on the table, and a cold smile crept into his heart.

Hopefully, the poison will take effect soon.

"Young Master." Mosquito stood behind Shang Tian, ​​handed him a cup of mung bean soup, and said, "Have some of this."

Shang Tian looked at him with a cold face and said, "I'm not hungry."

If they get caught, won't all their efforts be wasted?

Although the mosquito was doing it for his own good, his behavior truly angered Shang Tian.

"If you like it, then eat it yourself." But at this moment, he couldn't even utter a single curse word.

Why bring it now?

Couldn't we have waited until he got home before bringing it to him?

Shang Tian was filled with hatred, but dared not show it on his face.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Mosquito guessed a bit of what he was thinking. The poison would take effect in an hour, and if Shang Tian didn't get an antidote now, he would probably lose his life as well.

He lowered his head and said with a hint of grievance, "I know the young master doesn't like his concubine, but she spent a whole day working on it."

Even if the young master doesn't care about her feelings, he should at least have a drink for the sake of Old Madam Chang, and not make her look too bad.

Shang Tian knew that if he didn't drink, the mosquitoes would keep bothering him. He took a deep breath, picked up the bowl, and gulped it down. "Is that enough?"

He said coldly.

His tone was icy cold; he was genuinely furious, but he couldn't risk Shang Tian's life.

The lives of the people of Jizhou are important, but is Shang Tian's life more important?

"Where is Su Qian's man, and the woman we want?" After the group had eaten and drunk their fill, they started thinking about things that couldn't be described.