Murong Xiao responded calmly, "Murong Qingyu poisoned me. I must take the antidote every three months. If I don't get the antidote, or if I don't complete the mission well, I will suffer a pain worse than death. If I don't get the antidote within a week, I will die."

"Then you dare to betray him?"

Murong Xiao smiled and said, "I know a little bit about pharmacology. His poisons have no effect on me."

Emperor Dezheng narrowed his eyes again and began to look at Murong Xiao again.

The Poison King was once renowned as the most ruthless person in the world. Almost all of the poisons he administered were untreatable, yet Murong Xiao, at such a young age, was able to detoxify the Poison King's poisons, even the Seven Flower Poison in the Crown Prince. Her mastery of poisons...

"What kind of poison did I take? Why didn't the imperial physician notice that I was poisoned, and why didn't I feel any discomfort at all?"

"Your Majesty, the poison you were injected with is a slow-acting poison, and it won't take effect unless you stimulate it with something. If you don't believe me, Xiao'er would like to borrow some of your blood so I can demonstrate it to you right here."

"good."

Murong Xiao picked up a teacup on the table, cut the emperor's wrist, and let the blood drain. Then he took out a very small white mouse from his arms and let it drink the blood.

Then she took out a golden marble with a flower pattern. The golden marble had a sour and sweet smell that was good for the spleen and appetite. The little white mouse was very hungry after smelling it. He ate several golden marbles and then started playing with them on the table.

Murong Xiao placed the golden marble next to the mouse. The mouse, having drunk the blood, initially ran around the table, seemingly unharmed. But soon, it began to become agitated. A quarter of an hour later, it was nearly dead, bleeding from its eyes, mouth, and nose, and finally died with blood gushing from all seven orifices.

"The skin of this golden bullet is tangerine peel. I often eat this kind of food. Why am I still fine?" Emperor De Zheng asked puzzledly.

"I said that your father was poisoned by a slow-acting poison. The reason I used such a small white mouse for the experiment was to speed up its death process and let your father see the symptoms after the poison takes effect.

"Father is much larger than a white rat, but if he were to add this readily available dried tangerine peel to his daily diet and then inhale the appetizing fragrance of this fruit tree day and night, he would slowly become poisoned and within three months he would become like this white rat. Therefore, Father must strictly monitor his diet and never consume dried tangerine peel indiscriminately."

Emperor Dezheng's face was pale, his fists clenched, and he sat down heavily on the chair. After a long pause, he asked, "How do you want to treat Murong Qingyu?"

"I want him to die a more miserable death."

"Aren't your thoughts the same as mine? But Murong Qingyu has been dormant for twenty years. Are you sure you have the ability to overthrow him?" It's not that he looks down on the prince, but the prince is too weak. Facing the powerful Murong Qingyu and the martial arts master Murong Qingyun, how can he be their opponent?

Facing Emperor Dezheng's question, Qian Yeming smiled slightly, held the bloody cup in his hand, and squeezed it gently, and the cup broke into countless pieces.

"You..." The emperor looked at Qian Yeming in surprise. He was the only one who knew that this cup was a top-grade crystal cup. Not only was it extremely hard, but its surface was also woven with countless gold threads and inlaid with the crystal. Even if he threw the cup hard on the marble floor in anger,