Chapter 39: Why not just execute them all to prevent future troubles?

Chu Chengye clenched his fists and looked out the window, passing Cheng Jin.

Behind this deep palace, everyone lives with a mask on, and no one's true face can be seen.

"Who on earth hates me so much that they came up with such a vicious method."

Cheng Jin echoed beside him like a supporting role.

"Yes, yes, who on earth is it?"

[You still have to ask yourself this.]

[For all the things you have done, who doesn't hate you to the core.]

If you want to say who in this palace is dissatisfied with Chu Chengye, it can be said that everyone is.

He took pleasure in killing people when he first ascended the throne. He was afraid that there were remnants of the previous dynasty in the palace, so he basically replaced all the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace.

So many people died under Chu Chengye's imperial decree. Everyone in the palace was afraid that they would also become the dead souls under Chu Chengye's knife at any time. They

were jealous of Chu Chengye's identity as the emperor, but of course there were those who were not afraid.

The one who drugged him was really not afraid of death.

Cheng Jin looked at Chu Chengye who was in deep thought for a long time and did not speak again, so she lowered her voice to give Chu Chengye some advice.

"Your Majesty, I have a plan."

Chu Chengye listened attentively.

"Since someone wants the emperor dead, the emperor might as well do what he wants and lure him out, which can be regarded as putting an end to a thorn in the emperor's heart."

"After doing something bad, this murderer likes to return to the crime scene to admire his masterpiece. Since he hates the emperor to the core, how could he miss such a gratifying thing as the emperor being killed by him?"

Chu Chengye heard Cheng Jin's words, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and the smile in his eyes could not be hidden.

He knew that Cheng Jin would not let him down.

"Okay, then lure him out."

Cheng Jin stayed in Chu Chengye's Jingyang Palace for several consecutive days, and started acting at about midnight.

Cheng Jin first brought half a bowl of chicken blood every time, dipped her hand in it, and pretended that Chu Chengye vomited blood.

Chu Chengye was also asked to pretend to be in unbearable pain and smash things around the house in a frenzy. The louder the noise, the better, and Cheng Jin would just cry beside him.

The hand-wringing soaked in chicken blood was piled up in the wash basin one by one, and then taken out at dawn. Wei An was asked to take it out secretly, but it would be best if others could see it, but they were not allowed to say it.

The more they were not allowed to say it, the more it proved to be true.

The palace was like a wall with no leaks, and the palace servants' mouths could not be stopped. Within two days, the rumors came out.

"The emperor's poisoning doesn't seem to be a problem. Every night we can hear the emperor's poison making noises."

"Have you heard? The poison has already penetrated the emperor's internal organs."

"What! The emperor is going to die of the poison. He won't live long."

"The emperor spits out such a big bowl of blood every night. He won't live long."

"It's not a bowl. I heard the maids serving in Jingyang Palace say it's a basin. They can bring out several basins of blood in one night."

"Anyway, his condition is very serious. He can't even get out of bed. He can only eat a little with the help of the imperial concubine."

"His bones have been almost corroded by the poison. The lower half of his body is gone."

"Ah, how long can the emperor live?"

"I'm afraid there will be no tomorrow after today."

Cheng Jin listened to Cuizhu and Ziying repeating the story seriously, and her face turned red before she could hold back her laughter.

Chu Chengye sat on the bed with a blank expression, "If you let them continue to say this, I'm afraid I'm already dead, and my body will stink."

Cheng Jin sat beside the bed and comforted Chu Chengye naturally, "Your Majesty, don't worry, we'll be closing the net soon."

Chu Chengye claimed to be sick and didn't go to court. The message spread quickly. Everyone in the harem and the court knew that Chu Chengye was terminally ill and would probably die of poison soon. I don't know how many people were eyeing Chu Chengye's bedroom.

Chu Chengye was almost going crazy. If he didn't want to find out who it was, why would he let these people say this about him.

He would certainly not let others catch any weakness in him.

Even if he really died of poison, he would kill those traitors who said these things with his own knife before he died.

Chu Chengye knew that Cheng Jin's words were true, so he stayed in the palace until midnight of the next day.

Cheng Jin slept on a bed that was made next to Chu Chengye's bed, just like the previous few days.

However, as the net would be closed in a few days, Cheng Jin did not dare to fall asleep, and sat on a chair next to her in her pajamas with her arms folded.

But she had no choice but to act with her eyelids propped up every night in the past few days, and when the time came, Cheng Jin began to feel sleepy.

Cheng Jin's head nodded sleepily, and she had to pat her face from time to time to cheer herself up, look in the direction of Chu Chengye, and shake her head.

But after a while, she lowered her head and fell asleep again.

It was already late autumn, and the temperature was even colder at night. Cheng Jin touched her thin pajamas, curled up in a chair, and rubbed her arms to keep herself warm.

Chu Chengye couldn't help laughing when he saw Cheng Jin's look. He got off the bed and put his cloak on Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin didn't sleep soundly. When Chu Chengye put the cloak on Cheng Jin, Cheng Jin woke up.

Seeing Chu Chengye, who was about to "die from poison", standing beside her normally, Cheng Jin didn't care if she was cold or not. She got off the stool and pushed Chu Chengye to the bed.

"You have to cough up a basin of blood every hour and break three sets of tea sets every two hours."

Chu Chengye threw one on the ground casually, and the sound of it breaking was particularly clear in the dark night.

Cheng Jin put the wash basin in front of Chu Chengye's bed and patted Chu Chengye on the back, "Vomit."

Chu Chengye coughed twice and couldn't pretend anymore.

This went on for several days in a row, and the man didn't show up.

If he were to do it, he might as well kill everyone in the palace. I don't believe anyone would dare to do such a thing.

Cheng Jin saw Chu Chengye's impatience, broke two cups for him, and cried twice, "Your Majesty, if you give up now, all your efforts will be wasted."

"It's been a few days, and I haven't seen the fish you said take the bait. Maybe he's already dead. I think we should stop pretending and just execute everyone who has touched my tea set to prevent future troubles."

Chu Chengye's dark eyes were bottomless, revealing a murderous intent.

[Kill, kill, kill! You only know how to kill!]

[If it's so easy to kill, how could someone poison you now? Cheng Jin

patiently asked, "Your Majesty, can't go on?"

Chu Chengye nodded, "I have always been frank and I can't do this kind of thing."

Cheng Jin smiled and said, "Then I have a faster way here. Does Your Majesty want to try it?"

"Why didn't you tell me earlier if there was a faster way? What do you think?"

Cheng Jin did not answer Chu Chengye, but instead showed a meaningful smile, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."