Chapter 532 He drank the poisoned wine himself.
The Third Prince had originally intended to have a small drink tonight, but just now, he caught a chill and sneezed a few times.
Aunt Zhou then forbade him from drinking.
The Third Prince looked at the wine pot with regret and said, "I won't drink anymore."
Looking at the warmed wine, Granny Zhuang felt a little regretful. "This wine was sent by Madam Xu. It's good wine. After being warmed and stored, the taste will probably not be as good as before. What a pity."
After hearing this, Aunt Zhou nodded, "It is indeed a pity."
After thinking for a moment, she smiled and said, "Why don't we send this wine and the leftover food from the kitchen to the old man across the street? He doesn't have many people around him to serve him, and he's an old man living alone. Today he even came to us to borrow new firewood."
The Zhou family has always been charitable and generous, often helping the poor.
Granny Zhuang and the Third Prince thought it was a good idea, so as not to waste a pot of good wine.
"Alright, I'll take it to him right away." Granny Zhuang smiled and put the wine pot aside.
After dinner, Granny Zhuang brought a wine pot to the kitchen.
Because the wine pot was a fine white jade wine pot from her home, it would be inappropriate to give it away as a gift, so she specially found a black pottery wine pot and poured the original wine into it.
After the wine pot was replaced, she took a food box, packed a few plates of side dishes, and went to the gate of the old man's courtyard across the street.
The emperor, who was used to being waited on hand and foot, had not been able to eat much of his favorite food these days, even with the secret guards attending to him.
He heard a sound at the door, went to the courtyard gate, and asked, "Who is it?"
Granny Zhuang replied with a smile, "Master, we are from the Zhou family across the street. We have some fine wine and food at home today, and we specially brought some for you."
The emperor did not reply. How could he, the ruler of a country, possibly accept food offered with contempt?
Just as he was about to refuse, Granny Zhuang muttered to herself, "My mistress made this herself..."
The emperor raised his head, strode over, and opened the door.
"You're saying these dishes were made by your wife herself?" he asked Granny Zhuang.
Granny Zhuang was a little confused. She had actually meant to say that even the dishes her mistress made herself weren't as delicious as this.
However, she nodded and handed him the food box, saying, "That's right."
The emperor accepted the food box, slightly excited.
He hadn't eaten the Empress's food in a long time, and felt a little sad.
After thanking Granny Zhuang, he carried the food box and strode back into the house.
Upon opening the food box, I found several delicate side dishes and a pot of wine inside.
He turned the black pottery flask around, without a doubt that this was the very flask of wine he had poisoned.
As the emperor looked at the dishes, his eyes reddened once again.
At this moment, a bodyguard came and asked, "Your Majesty, how much longer will it take you to return to the capital?"
The emperor said slowly, "Soon. After tonight, we will set off first thing tomorrow morning."
He was still thinking that the Third Prince would suffer a relapse of his poison tonight, and he would return to the capital first thing tomorrow morning.
The guard bowed and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."
The emperor told him to leave quickly so he could enjoy the dishes prepared by the empress herself.
He took out the dishes from the food box one by one, arranged them neatly, and then took a bite with his chopsticks.
Actually, all the dishes were made by Granny Zhuang, and they were already cold, so the taste wasn't anything special.
But the emperor ate with tears in his eyes, as if the delicacies in the palace could not compare to the cold dishes in front of him.
As he ate, he looked at the wine jug beside him, reached out and picked it up; it was cold.
The emperor usually did not drink alcohol, except when there was a banquet in the palace, in which case he would have a couple of drinks.
My health has been deteriorating day by day over the years, so I dare not touch alcohol anymore.
But he's in a good mood today and really wants to have a couple of drinks.
The emperor took out a small wine cup and poured half a cup of wine.
He picked up the glass and smelled it. Perhaps because he hadn't drunk alcohol in a long time, the strong smell of alcohol made him feel a little dizzy.
Today he used a colorless and odorless poison, so that not only the Third Prince, but even he himself would not be able to detect it.
He took a small sip of the wine, then immediately put it down, not daring to drink any more, for fear that it would worsen his condition.
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