Nan Yu angrily smashed a cup: "Investigate! Investigate for me!"

Song Ying had been living in the Hall of Longevity, where the poison was right under his nose. Since there was no problem with his food, it must have been medicine.

Or perhaps it was something they ate or drank in the Empress Dowager's palace that day.

The imperial physicians examined everything.

The discovery of poisoning is no longer a question of whether Song Ying will die; it means someone is trying to harm the emperor's health. Poisoning is not like a cold; if caught, the emperor could execute his entire family if he so desires.

The head of the hospital changed the canister ahead of schedule.

Nothing was found out.

He dared not let his guard down, and every day he would take Song Shijun's pulse and prescribe medicine with trepidation.

The situation escalated.

The Empress Dowager was also worried about the Emperor's safety.

The concubine was also a little scared. Song Ying was not dead yet, and he did not want to get himself involved. He had been hiding and dared not go to the Hall of Longevity for the past few days. Nan Yu did not notice anything wrong. After all, he had been poisoned, so it was normal for him to be afraid and not come.

On the contrary, the head of the academy remained calm.

He takes pulses and prescribes medicine every day. It has to be said that he is a highly skilled doctor and also very bold. He even poisons patients during treatment. As the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, this position makes it easy for him to do many things.

Five days later, things escalated further.

Every palace was sealed off and searched.

The concubine was frightened. When the head physician went to check his pulse, he choked up and whispered, "Longqi, I'm scared. If His Majesty finds out, it will implicate the entire family, and you will be in danger too."

The head of the academy comforted her, "I've taken care of everything. Don't be afraid. Even if it's discovered, I'll take the blame. As long as you clear yourself of the issue, it won't matter. Ziyou, if you want it, I'll help you get it."

The concubine cried, "It's all my fault for being so jealous! What will become of Longqi?"

They had already tried to persuade him, but the young master wouldn't turn back until he hit a brick wall. The headmaster sighed slightly. Anyway, he had no home except his master, and he was all alone and not afraid of death.

Things have come to this.

All the concubine could do was distance herself from the matter.

The head of the Imperial Hospital didn't care. He was willing to die himself and even drag the entire Imperial Hospital down with him. He poisoned Song Ying during her treatment, showing he really wanted to kill her.

Just keep drinking the herbal decoction for another ten days.

Even a god couldn't save them.

Nan Yu stayed by Song Ying's side every day.

That day, Song Ying vomited blood again while drinking her medicine and coughed incessantly while leaning over the edge of the bed. Nan Yu was so frightened that her voice trembled. The imperial physician who was waiting outside quickly came in to take her pulse.

But the poison had already entered the body, and the imperial physicians were helpless.

All they could do was try to keep Song Shijun alive.

"Cure him! Whoever saves Lord Song will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and a thousand acres of fertile land! If he cannot be saved, they will all die!"

Tears streamed down her face. Seeing the young emperor crying for her, Song Ying thought of Persia, and a sarcastic smile curled at the corner of her lips. After all this time, it turned out that only the person in front of her cared about her.

Then her gaze softened even more when she looked at the young emperor.

He propped himself up to sit, embraced Nan Yu, his pale lips stained red with blood, which gave him a slightly better appearance. He comforted Deng Xin:

"The fortune teller said I'll live to be a hundred, so don't worry."

Nan Yu pouted and began to sob.

There are still a hundred left. Given Song Ying's condition, it feels like he's going to die tomorrow. Even the imperial physicians are helpless. The more I think about it, the more distressed I become. My voice is clearly trembling with tears. I want to use threats to increase his will to live.

"You must try your best to live to be a hundred years old, and you cannot die before me, otherwise I will destroy Persia."

Mentioning Persia, Song Ying's eyes hardened, and she suddenly gripped the lamp wick, saying, "Don't let Persia get away!"

Nan Yu was stunned, then choked up, "Wh-what?"

Song Ying clenched her fist, but accidentally pinched the little emperor too hard. The lamp wick cried out softly, and Song Ying quickly let go, saying nervously, "Let me see." As she spoke, she went to roll up her sleeves.

The little emperor's skin was delicate, and it turned red from being squeezed so tightly. Nan Yu reached out and rubbed it, saying, "It's alright."

Song Ying held Nan Yu's hand, their fingers intertwined. He felt a tightness in his lungs and couldn't help coughing. Deng Xin patted his back, his worry and anxiety blurring his vision with tears.

Song Ying wiped away his tears and smiled, "You don't look good when you cry. Your Majesty, can you grant me a request?"

Nan Yu nodded, saying he would agree to give ten or even a hundred items, let alone just one.

Song Ying told Nan Yu about the Persian king, the former queen, and Consort Zhao Xian.

Nan Yu was so moved by what she heard that she forgot all about tears.

Suddenly, someone said, "Your mother wasn't killed by the Imperial Concubine, was she?"

A single word awakened me from my dream.

Song Ying's breathing became heavy.

yes.

If his father could do such a thing, conspiring with Consort Zhaoxian to kill his mother, it makes sense. The Persian king was wary of the Yinglan clan, yet he had no choice but to rely on them.

A sudden surge of intense hatred flashed in Song Ying's eyes.

"Considering the years, it must have been quite a hardship for him!"

Nan Yu grasped Song Ying's hand and said:

"You must live, live well, and watch me avenge you. You have your grandfather, and he is waiting to reunite with you. Be strong, I will definitely find a way to save you."

Song Ying coughed, not wanting to continue the slow grinding, and struggled to get out of bed and kneel down. Nan Yu tried to stop her but failed.

Song Ying said, "I wish to lead the troops myself, and I beg Your Majesty to grant my request."

"How can you lead troops while you're still sick?"

"It will be alright."

Nan Yu was anxious, so she pulled him up and helped him sit up by the bed. She took the blanket and draped it over Song Ying, holding back her tears as she agreed, "Okay, once you're better, I'll let you lead the troops."

Song Ying suddenly felt short of breath.

Reaching under her pillow, she found a small gourd-shaped bottle. She took it out, pried open the cap, poured out a pill, and put it in her mouth. Nan Yu exclaimed, "What are you eating? Someone come here!" She was about to call for the imperial physician.

Song Ying stopped her, whispering, "Don't shout, it's for the detoxification."

The eunuch who was waiting outside hurried in. "What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

Nan Yu was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Ying, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, her face full of confusion. Song Ying silently repeated: Detoxification.

Nan Yucai realized what was happening and waved for everyone to leave.

After everyone left, he hurriedly asked, "Detoxification? What detoxification? Does that mean your illness is cured?"

The medicine wasn't working immediately, and Song Ying was still very weak. Even the smile on her lips seemed forced. "Silly girl, I already told you that the fortune teller said I could live to be a hundred. We've only been together for a few days. How can you bear to die so soon?"

Nan Yu wanted to hit him.

Sometimes, even the greatest joy can't compare to the relief of a false alarm. Knowing that Song Ying wasn't dead, he instantly burst into tears of joy, "You stinking liar! You scared me to death!"

Song Ying hugged the little emperor tightly and smiled, but then she started to cry.

The truth was too cruel and disgusting to him. It seemed like he had lost everything, and all those years of family affection were just scheming. Yet, it also seemed like he had everything again, because the little emperor loved him very much.

After the two of them had calmed down a bit.

Nan Yu asked, "You had the antidote beforehand, so do you know who administered it?"

Song Ying: "He probably didn't expect that I understand medicine. On the first day, I could smell that the medicine smelled wrong."

Nan Yu couldn't hold back this time and hit him, wiping away tears in anger: "I knew you were drinking!"

Song Ying cupped her little face and wiped the lamp wick, saying: