Zhang Heng swallowed hard and stammered, "This...this humble man is foolish and stupid, Your Majesty...Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Ying Zheng's eyes were indifferent. "Very well, it's normal that you don't know about the jewelry, after all, you're a millet merchant."
His eyes turned cold, and his voice boomed, "You should know about the millet, right?! Why have you never used that potion?!"
The emperor's roar exploded into Zhang Heng's mind like a thunderclap.
He was so frightened that he trembled and knelt on the ground, stammering, "This humble one...this humble one..."
He wanted to explain, but the words wouldn't come out.
"Xia Wuji!"
Ying Zheng gave another order, and the imperial physician Xia Wuqie approached the hall, cupped his hands, and said, "Your humble servant greets Your Majesty!"
Ying Zheng said, "The result."
Xia Wuqie cupped his hands and said, “In the mature millet, I did indeed find poison, and it was an extremely hidden, slow-acting poison that would not be detected without careful examination.”
"However, long-term use can lead to organ failure and eventually death."
Ying Zheng looked at Zhang Heng with icy eyes, "You knew all along that the millet in the medicine was poisonous, which is why you didn't use it, right?"
Zhang Heng was terrified, his head slamming against the ground with a thud, blood seeping from his forehead. "Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!"
Ying Zheng snorted coldly and angrily, "Speak! Who ordered you to do this!"
It's obvious that a small-time millet merchant couldn't produce such a potent potion.
Zhang Heng raised his head, ignoring the pain in his forehead, and said with a bitter face, "I told you, you'd lose your life!"
He was almost crying with fear; it was clear he was terrified of the person behind him.
Wang Jian's eyes turned cold. He drew his sword and held it against Zhang Heng's neck. "If you don't talk, you'll be dead right now!"
Feeling the chill on his neck, Zhang Heng's expression stiffened.
This general's killing intent was incredibly strong; how could he possibly withstand it?
The fear of death gripped his entire body. He knew very well that if he didn't confess soon, his head might roll off the table in the next instant.
After hesitating for a moment, he slowly said, "It is... an old man."
Ying Zheng frowned. "An old man?"
Zhang Heng trembled. "I don't know about the others, but I've heard that he's from Miao territory."
Ying Zheng's eyes turned cold. "Miao Jiang?"
That's incredibly audacious!
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