You Bowu looked apologetically at her junior brothers: "I'm sorry, junior brothers. I will definitely tell my uncle the truth when I get back. Don't worry, it will absolutely not affect our four-nation agreement."

Di Wuyou poured him a cup of wine: "Well, Senior Brother, go back and tell the truth. If the Emperor of Youlan Kingdom abandons the Four Kingdoms Agreement because of this matter, then Youlan Kingdom might as well not sign the agreement."

Youbowu choked, "Junior brother, how could you say that? Don't scare me. If Youlan Kingdom doesn't sign this agreement, it means it will become an enemy of the other three kingdoms. How could Uncle not sign it?" "I was just saying. Uncle wouldn't be so blind to right and wrong."

You Bowu raised his wine glass: "Don't worry, junior brothers, your uncle won't do that."

The brothers chatted for a while longer before returning to their respective courtyards to rest.

Meanwhile, the courtyard of You Xueming and You Xuewu was brightly lit.

When You Xueming discovered that You Xuewu was not there, he sat in the courtyard waiting for her. To his surprise, she returned looking disheveled and panicked. You Xueming assumed she had done something shameful and quickly went to ask her what was wrong.

"Where did you go so late? Why are you back looking like this?"

You Xuewu was now focused on getting the antidote, thinking she could explain to her brother after taking it. She couldn't reveal that she had poisoned them while taking the Spirit-Clearing Powder herself. However, You Xueming was relentless, and You Xuewu instantly broke down.

"I didn't go anywhere. I just delivered a plate of pastries to my cousin and his family. What else do you want to ask?"

Youxue Ming laughed angrily: "Dressed like this, you think you're just going to deliver pastries? Nobody believes that! If you don't tell the truth, none of us will get any sleep tonight."

You Xuewu could already feel the spiritual energy in her body dissipating. If she didn't take the antidote soon, she would have to start all over again.

"I put some poison on the pastries to vent my anger, but they saw through it and it ended up in my stomach instead. Are you satisfied now? Now I can go and take the antidote. If you wait any longer, your sister will become a useless person without any spiritual power."

Upon hearing You Xuewu's words, You Xueming froze on the spot. He hadn't expected his sister to be so vicious, capable of using such a poison as Spirit Powder. Did she know how terrifying this drug was to those who cultivated spiritual power for a long time? If the antidote wasn't taken in time, all one's cultivation would vanish completely. If someone with a weak mental fortitude was in danger, they might even commit suicide.

Regardless of his thoughts, seeing him in a daze, You Xuewu quickly went into her room and swallowed the antidote on the table. After listening for a while, You Xuewu discovered that her spiritual power not only hadn't returned, but was also continuously dissipating, making her feel uneasy.

Could it be that the antidote is wrong? But that can't be. She had someone test it before administering the medicine. How could it be wrong? Could it be that I delayed too long? Ugh, damn it.

You Xuewu tried many times until she could no longer use her spiritual power, and in anger, she smashed everything in the room.

Hearing the sound of something being smashed coming from the room, You Xueming rushed in, worried that You Xuewu might get hurt. No matter what, she was still his younger sister.

Seeing him enter, You Xuewu looked at him with heartbreaking sorrow: "Now that I'm a cripple, are you happy, brother? If not, why don't you just kill me with your sword?"

When You Xueming heard You Xuewu's words, he was stunned. So, she really had no spiritual power left? Although he was also sad for his sister, this was her own fault, and she couldn't blame anyone else.

"If you don't have spiritual power, then start cultivating again. It will also keep you from having any other wicked thoughts."

You Xuewu sneered, "So what if I have wicked thoughts? So what if I like someone? I want someone to treat me well, what's wrong with that? Why are they all so nice to that little bitch Feng Qinghuang, but can't they be kind to me? Besides, I only gave them a little spirit-dispelling powder. As long as I take the antidote in time, I'll be fine. Furthermore, they already found out, and they weren't poisoned themselves, so why did they feed me poisoned pastries? And also, Royal Brother, if you hadn't stopped me from taking the antidote, would I have become a cripple? All of this is your fault, all your fault."

By the end, You Xuewu had become somewhat hysterical. Hearing her increasingly offensive words, You Xueming couldn't hold back and slapped her to bring her back to her senses.

You Xuewu covered her face, looking at You Xueming in disbelief: "Royal brother, you hit me. From childhood to adulthood, Father and Mother have never hit me. Hehe, alright, I know. Royal brother also despises me for being useless, right? Despises me for being a burden? Then royal brother, just leave me alone from now on and let me fend for myself."

You Xueming didn't want to argue with her anymore, so he simply raised his hand and knocked her unconscious, put her on the bed, and ordered people to keep a close eye on her outside.

You Xueming initially wanted to go to You Bowu and the others to see if they had any ideas, but then she thought that this whole thing was her sister's fault. What if they didn't want to help? Besides, her sister had already taken the antidote, but it hadn't worked. What hope would there be if she went to them?

However, You Xueming still went to ask in the end, only to return disappointed. The fact that they didn't speak ill of him was already a great concession to him.