The cup would not be damaged at all. But the prince crushed it effortlessly.

If the sensory stimulation at this moment was not great enough for Emperor De Zheng, then when he saw Qian Yeming's next move, he would completely believe that he had been blind.

Qian Yeming held the crystal fragment in his hand, and with a slight flip of his hand, countless fragments flew towards a very inconspicuous position on the roof beam of the imperial study at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

The roof shattered, and a man in black fell from it, already dead. His temple, carotid artery, heart, kidneys, lungs, and other major arteries were all embedded with the broken teacup fragments.

Being able to knock these fragments out of the roof with one move and kill such a master who was good at hiding was so tragic that the corners of Emperor Dezheng's lips couldn't help but twitch violently.

Was he really that blind? His prince turned out to be such a hidden master.

Only at this moment did he realize that it was no wonder that King Li and King Cheng had tried to assassinate him many times but failed. No wonder even his Jinyiwei never returned. With such skills, only a god could kill him, right?

How could Murong Qingyu be his opponent?

"You... weren't you poisoned by the Seven Flowers since you were a child? Where does your internal energy come from?"

Emperor Dezheng stared blankly at Qian Yeming for a long moment, but saw that he had no intention of answering his question. He knew that he had treated this outstanding prince so badly over the past ten years. Even if they joined forces, the knot in the prince's heart would probably not be easily untied.

There was a moment when Emperor Dezheng suddenly felt that he was a failure both as an emperor and as a human being.

His kingdom was coveted by others, his wife was taken away by others, and he could have had an outstanding son, but he drifted away from his son because of his neglect and suppression.

"What do you want father to do?" Emperor De Zheng asked dejectedly.

The Crown Prince had endured humiliation and hardship for so many years. Although he had only displayed his skills in front of him today, he believed that there must be a very powerful force behind the Crown Prince. Otherwise, he would not have appeared before him with such a strong attitude after ten years of hard work.

It was called cooperation, but in reality, it was nothing more than asking him to hand over the real power to him. And now, he was poisoned by the Poison King, and in the whole world, perhaps only the Crown Princess beside the Crown Prince could cure him.

Trading power for life...

Although Emperor Dezheng couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart, he thought that handing his life over to his own son was better than handing his life over to the damned Murong Qingyu!

"I, your son, want your father's trust and help."

Upon hearing that the Crown Prince did not want his real power and military authority, Emperor Dezheng's eyes lit up and he immediately agreed:

"Okay! I make a wish here. As long as you can overthrow Murong Qingyu and cure the poison in my body, after I die, this throne will be yours!"

"Thank you, Father."

"If you need me to do something in the future and it's inconvenient, you can have someone bring your token and come to see me directly."

"yes."

"So... where's the antidote? When will it be given to me?" This was what he cared about most. He was only over forty, and if he took good care of himself, he would have a good life ahead of him.

He could promise the prince that he would give him the throne after his death, but that didn't mean he didn't value his life.