As he spoke, Zhou Jingzhi sat down next to Zhou Jingan, and quietly took out the small porcelain bottle from his sleeve with his other hand.
Zhou Jing'an couldn't help but sneer inwardly. If his younger brother were so kind, he would have killed him long ago.
From the moment Zhou Jingzhi entered, Zhou Jing'an had been observing his movements.
He was sitting next to them, not very close, but this was a situation that could never happen to the two brothers.
As expected, Zhou Jingzhi was about to make his move.
Without anyone noticing, Zhou Jingzhi's hand reached behind him. Zhou Jing'an suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and something dripped onto him. He quickly turned around.
Just as Zhou Jingzhi was about to pull his hand back, a section of the porcelain bottle was still sticking out of his sleeve.
"You actually drugged me?!" Zhou Jing'an's eyes were full of ruthlessness as he slashed with a hand blade.
Zhou Jingzhi was busy dodging when the medicine bottle in his sleeve was snatched away.
A twisted smile appeared on Zhou Jing'an's face. He opened the bottle and sprayed the contents onto Zhou Jingzhi.
There wasn't much liquid in the bottle; most of it was dripped onto Zhou Jingzhi's collar, but some still splashed onto his skin.
"Hahahaha! Zhou Jingzhi! Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!" Zhou Jing'an shouted madly.
This poison must have been made by Jian Yang. That woman always treats herself ruthlessly, so Zhou Jingzhi can forget about surviving.
Thinking of this, Zhou Jing'an laughed even louder.
He must be crazy, Zhou Jingzhi thought to himself as he left the military camp.
As expected of the poison made by Jian Yang, Zhou Jingzhi began to feel unwell on his way back. He had only come into contact with a small amount of the liquid and he was already like this, let alone Zhou Jing'an.
Feeling increasingly unwell, Zhou Jingzhi knew something was wrong and hurried back to the military camp.
Jian Yang has been waiting for him ever since he left.
Seeing that Zhou Jingzhi's face was somewhat pale, she began to feel uneasy and hurriedly went over to help him sit down.
"Ayang, I've been poisoned," Zhou Jingzhi said, frowning, seemingly in great discomfort.
Jian Yang was startled and took his pulse. The poison Zhou Jingzhong was suffering from was the one she had made, extremely potent, and even a little bit would be fatal.
What's more troublesome is that, given the urgency of the situation, Jian Yang has not yet developed an antidote for this poison.
She pondered for a moment, then unbuttoned Zhou Jingzhi's clothes and used silver needles to seal several acupoints, temporarily suppressing the poison in his body.
"Ayang, quickly go and fetch General Jian," Zhou Jingzhi said in a low voice.
Zhou Jingzhi knew he must not let the army know about his poisoning, otherwise morale would collapse. He struggled to get up, but Jian Yang pressed him down.
Jian Yang understood what he was thinking, gave Zhou Jingzhi a deep look, and hurriedly called Jian Hong over.
The two discussed tomorrow's battle in the tent.
Jian Yang frantically searched her mind for a way to detoxify, flipping through medical books with a loud rustling sound. She was momentarily flustered.
"Stay calm, stay calm, you can do it," Jian Yang told herself.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind and Jian Yang caught it, her eyes lighting up.
Jian Yang quickly gathered all the medicinal herbs in her mind, then called the military doctor to boil some of them into water and pour it into the bath tub, while Jian Yang took the others to decoct.
She soaked Zhou Jingzhi in the medicinal tub, and after about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, she began to insert needles into various acupoints on his body.
As time passed, Zhou Jingzhi's complexion gradually became rosy, and Jian Yang breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
After Zhou Jingzhi woke up, Jian Yang fed him another bowl of medicine: "You still need to take this medicine for three to five days, but you're fine now."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jingzhi nodded.
On the other hand, Zhou Jing'an wasn't so lucky.
Feeling the pain in his body getting worse, Zhou Jing'an called Wei Wenzhe over.
He said with a fierce expression, "General Wei, there's no need to wait until dawn, let's send out the troops now."
"But……"
Before Wei Wenzhe could finish speaking, Zhou Jing'an stood up, grabbed his collar, and roared, "No buts! I said now, immediately, send out troops!"
After saying that, Zhou Jing'an sat on the couch, panting weakly.
After Zhou Jingzhi poisoned him, he would definitely take some action. If he didn't send troops now, it would be too late, Zhou Jing thought to himself.
Despite his doubts, Wei Wenzhe still led his troops out.
Before he even reached the city gate, he saw it wide open, and the renowned General Zhenbei stood there, with a dark mass of soldiers behind him.
Wei Wenzhe was startled for a moment; no wonder Zhou Jing'an wanted him to lead his troops to attack the city immediately.
Jian Hong's eyes gleamed with excitement. He hadn't led troops into battle in a long time, and his blood was boiling with anticipation.
The bugle has sounded.
The Kuncheng army was the first to charge towards the Zhenxi army.
At Jian Hong's command, they formed a battle formation and began their attack.
In an instant, the sounds of clashing weapons filled the air, and people kept falling into pools of blood.
Perhaps the morale of the Zhenxi Army had already collapsed, as many soldiers dropped their swords and retreated. Jian Hong led his men in pursuit and managed to block them back.
Seeing this, Wei Wenzhe knew that the situation was hopeless and led his troops back to the camp.
He pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally made a decision.
At this moment, Zhou Jing'an had already been poisoned. He placed all his hopes on Wei Wenzhe, hoping that he could capture Kuncheng. As long as he could capture Jian Yang, there would still be a chance for things to turn around.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the tent, and before Zhou Jing'an could see clearly, the person tied him up.
"Wei Wenzhe? What are you doing?!" Zhou Jing'an questioned.
"Your Highness, a wise man submits to circumstances. Please don't blame me." With that, Wei Wenzhe gagged Zhou Jing'an with a piece of cotton cloth and led his men toward the city gate.
Jian Hong saw Wei Wenzhe leading a horse with a person tied to it from afar. He stood on the city gate and asked, "General Wei, what are you doing?"
Wei Wenzhe removed his sword and bowed to Jian Hong, saying, "I have come to apologize and ask General Jian to let me pass."
Jian Hong surveyed the surroundings and, seeing nothing unusual, ordered the city gates to be opened.
As they drew closer, Jian Hong realized that the person on horseback was Zhou Jing'an. He led Wei Wenzhe to Zhou Jingzhi.
"Your Majesty, I am guilty. I have come here to hand over this traitor to Your Majesty. I beg Your Majesty to show leniency in consideration of my repentance." With that, Wei Wenzhe pulled Zhou Jing'an down and knelt on the ground himself.
Upon hearing these words, Zhou Jing'an stared at Wei Wenzhe in disbelief, his eyes seeming to want to tear him to pieces.
Jian Yang looked at Zhou Jing'an, who was slumped on the ground, and suddenly felt a sense of irony.
This man schemed his whole life, but never imagined he would end up in such a state.
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