He only replied with two words.

"absurd."

“Brother, I know you will never admit it. You have destroyed all the evidence of your patricide, fratricide, and murder of your brothers. I cannot prove these crimes to everyone.”

The wise king smiled.

"But you probably can't clear your name about taking a subject's wife."

He snapped his fingers, and a frail figure was escorted to the front of the carriage by two men in black.

Everyone recognized her as the Princess Consort.

"You must have felt very proud of yourself when you were having fun with my queen."

The wise king had a smile on his face.

"To entertain you, I gave her a rare and wonderful medicine—the Jorogumo."

Upon hearing this, the calm in Emperor Chengtai's eyes finally shattered.

The clown is not poisonous to those who take Chinese medicine, but it can transmit toxicity to those with whom it has sexual relations.

The more times you have sex, the more toxic it becomes.

There is no antidote for Jorogumo; once poisoned, she can only survive by consuming the blood of a person who has taken traditional Chinese medicine.

"You have been having illicit relations more than once. I suppose my brother already has seven black moles on his abdomen and is about to die from the poison."

The wise king continued.

"Of course, you'll definitely say I'm talking nonsense."

"It's alright. Since you're not poisoned and don't need Rou'er's blood to survive, you shouldn't stop me from killing her."

After saying that, he turned to the man in black who was holding Mu Zhirou and said, "Make your move."

The man in black raised his knife and was about to sever Mu Zhirou's head.

An arrow flew in and knocked the knife away.

It was Emperor Chengtai who ordered the operation.

He stared at the wise king with a gloomy expression, wishing he could devour him alive.

"You all saw it, right?"

The wise king looked at everyone.

"This is the man you revere as the Son of Heaven, a beast who disregards human ethics, is heartless and ungrateful, and is despicable and shameless."