"Seventh Prince, although I do not know the method of antidote, I can tell from his appearance that His Majesty of Northern Liang has been poisoned for a long time, and the toxins have accumulated to some extent."
I have a method that can remove a small amount of toxins from the body, but you need to trust me.
Su Luo wouldn't make things difficult for him, nor would she ask him to immediately seek verification. As long as he suspected that Ye Beihan might be the one who poisoned him, all she wanted was the process of suspicion.
“Vice Minister of Agriculture, Father has tried many methods, so yours won’t make a difference. I trust you, and I also trust that Manyu won’t lie to me.”
Ye Yueze was still very naive. He only had one friend, Nangong Manyu, and he believed everything his friend said.
Although Ye Shaorong disliked the people of Nanning, the emperor was beyond redemption, so there was no harm in giving it a try. If Su Luo made any mistakes, she could also rightfully punish her.
An official from Nanning, coupled with the identity of Princess Yu, is enough to warrant a memorial for Qian Ning.
"Seventh Prince, His Majesty's poison has accumulated in his lower limbs. Have two people help His Majesty stand up. At that time, I will use a three-edged needle to bleed the Weizhong acupoint behind the knee."
According to meridian theory, toxins in the body accumulate in the Weizhong acupoint. For these long-accumulated toxins, this is the best way to alleviate and treat them when there is no antidote.
The poison that poisoned the Northern Liang emperor was a slow-acting poison, unlike the acute poison that poisoned Nangong Chiyu, so Su Luo's approach was also different.
Ye Yueze did as Su Luo said and even had two cupping jars brought over.
Su Luo had someone help the Northern Liang Emperor to his feet. With his feet on the ground, she then used a three-edged needle to pierce the Weizhong acupoint.
Only a small amount of blood can be drawn from the Weizhong acupoint. For true detoxification, cupping should be applied to the punctured acupoint.
The suction of cupping can draw out toxins and toxic blood from the body.
The same method is used for the Weizhong acupoints in the popliteal fossa of both legs. When performing this method, one must stand to allow blood to flow downwards.
After a short while, Su Luo removed the cupping jars, which contained half a jar of black, poisonous blood.
"Seventh Prince, have the imperial physician take the blood for testing to see if we can identify the poison so that an antidote can be prepared."
Ye Yueze had a eunuch take it over, and then someone brought in water for Su Luo to wash her hands, and used a dry cloth to wipe away the remaining blood from the Northern Liang Emperor.
"Do not get this Weizhong acupoint wet for one day, remember that!"
"good!"
Ye Yueze looked at the person lying back on the dragon bed. He had been weak and listless, but after expelling the poisonous blood, his lips had unexpectedly regained some color.
I really don't know what the principles behind the Deputy Minister of Agriculture's medical skills are. In his understanding, wouldn't a person be weaker if they lost too much blood?
How come the color has returned, and the effect is so immediate?
Not long after lying down, the Emperor of Beiliang woke up, turned his head, squinted his eyes, and felt that his body had never felt as light as it did in the past six or seven years.
Perhaps it was because of his illness that he was sensitive to any unfamiliar people and things. The first thing he said after waking up was neither to Ye Yueze nor to Ye Shaorong.
Instead, he looked at Su Luo and asked, "Who are you?"
Before Su Luo could answer, Ye Yueze spoke first: "Father, she is my friend, she is here to help you with your illness."
The Northern Liang Emperor's gaze fell upon Ye Yueze, his eyes bloodshot, his brown pupils concealing endless hatred and resentment.
But when she spoke to Ye Yueze, her voice was full of doting affection and protectiveness.
"My son, if it weren't for you, your father wouldn't be in such good health today. How fortunate I am to have had you!"
"Father, you have just woken up, so please speak less. With your son here, I will definitely find a way to cure you."
The Emperor of Northern Liang smiled, a look of satisfaction on his face.
Having lived two lives, Su Luo was a hundred times better at reading people than Ye Yueze. Perhaps Ye Yueze was misled by the paternal love of the Northern Liang Emperor.
His smile towards Ye Yueze seemed gratified, but it was tinged with mockery. Why was he mocking this son who was so devoted to him? And there was also hatred and murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
After thinking it over, Su Luo finally understood why the Northern Liang royal family had become like this.
Ye Beihan controlled most of the court, which the Northern Liang Emperor was unwilling to accept, but his health was failing, so he had no choice but to hand over the power he could still control to his younger sister, Ye Shaorong.
Ye Yueze was innocent, but who could blame him when he was Ye Beihan's most beloved younger brother? So the Emperor of Beiliang vented his dissatisfaction with Ye Beihan on Ye Yueze as well.
"Brother, you've finally woken up. So much has happened while you were unconscious."
Ye Shaorong walked past Su Luo, helped the Northern Liang Emperor up and lean him against the dragon bed, her eyes glancing at Su Luo intentionally or unintentionally.
“Brother, everything else is of little importance, but she…”
Ye Shaorong pointed at Su Luo with her finger: "She is not Yue Ze's friend. She is the Deputy Minister of Agriculture of Nanning and the wife of Prince Yu of Nanning, the Princess Consort of Nanning!"
More importantly, she was a woman brought back by Ye Beihan and hidden in his mansion.
The Emperor of Beiliang had been suffering from illness for many years, and his body was so thin that he was just skin and bones. Even so, his imperial aura remained undiminished. Just one glance he gave Su Luo was filled with cold light.
"The Northern Liang Imperial Palace has no place for people from Nanning. Guards, take this woman away and imprison her in the dungeon."
Upon hearing the order from the Emperor of Beiliang, Ye Yueze could hardly believe his ears and stood there dumbfounded with wide eyes.
His father was always benevolent, and even if the Vice Minister of Agriculture was from Nanning, he shouldn't have made this decision so hastily.
"Father, you can't do this! You can wake up, but you, the Vice Minister of Agriculture, can't take her to the dungeon, Father..."
The Northern Liang Emperor's eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what decision he was going to make. This woman was different from others. Whether she was the Princess Consort of Nanning or the Deputy Minister of Agriculture, she was different!
None of that matters. What matters is that she lives in Ye Beihan's mansion, and he knows his son's temperament better than anyone else.
If this woman is not eliminated, Beiliang will one day be destroyed by Ye Beihan and her.
"Yue Ze, a ruler's word is law. Are you questioning me?"
Ye Yueze had not seen his father so resolute for many years. His resolute tone and eyes seemed to bring back memories of their childhood.
His father was only so ruthless when he was a child, but since his brother became regent, he has never had such a sharp edge again.
"Father, I really don't understand why you've become like this. So what if the Vice Minister of Agriculture is from Nanning?"
What does the conflict between Beiliang and Nanning have to do with a woman like her? She just saved you; even if she didn't do anything special, she certainly put in the effort.
Even if we don't have time to express our gratitude, we shouldn't intensify the torture.
"The Vice Minister of Agriculture was brought by your son today to treat you. Your son will absolutely not allow Father to treat her like this. If Father arrests her, take me with you."
The Emperor of Northern Liang was so angry that he pounded his chest, his mouth agape, unable to catch his breath.
Ye Shaorong quickly patted his back to help him catch his breath. The Northern Liang Emperor coughed for a long time, and then spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"You beast, do you think I wouldn't dare? If it weren't for you and your lowly mother, how could I be like this? You shouldn't have been born into this world."
In his haste, the emperor said both what he should and shouldn't have said, addressing the imperial guards outside the door.
"Guards, take the Seventh Prince and this man from Nanning to the dungeon, and give each of them fifty lashes."
The Imperial Guards were the Emperor's men. Before they even arrived, a cold, icy voice echoed throughout the palace.
"Let's see who dares to touch them!"
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