Everyone was drawn into a bottomless vortex, and she, too, was caught in it, not knowing where to go or what to do.
Every doubt felt like a heavy stone weighing on her heart, making it hard for her to breathe. She knew she had to find out the truth as soon as possible.
Otherwise, the emperor's safety, the dignity of the royal family, and even the fate of the entire dynasty would be in grave danger.
Upon hearing the imperial physician's report, Ning Chenxing's face was instantly shrouded in a curtain of sorrow.
His grief was so intense, like the heavy gloom of late autumn, that it instantly enveloped his entire being.
He slowly lowered his head, his body like a withered leaf falling in the autumn wind, trembling slightly under the invisible force of grief.
It was as if I was drowning in a bottomless abyss of sorrow, powerless to escape.
However, behind this seemingly heartbroken facade, his heart was like a hidden undercurrent, surging with a cold disdain.
Hmph, if these mediocre imperial physicians could easily discern the complex reasons behind the Emperor's coma with just a few pulse diagnosiss.
Wouldn't all his previous painstaking efforts and meticulous planning have been rendered meaningless, like child's play?
To achieve this goal, he went to great lengths, searching far and wide before finally obtaining the rare and precious Fragrant Soul Powder.
This fragrant soul dissipates, like a deadly ghost lurking in the darkness.
Simply unfold the scroll containing ingenious mechanisms from the previous dynasty, and a silent "hunt" will quietly begin.
The smoky fragrance dissipates and ignites silently, like a ghost, the moment the scroll is unfurled, thanks to the extremely subtle friction.
The dosage was carefully considered and precisely controlled by him, not too much or too little, but just enough to be effective in a short time.
The emperor, who was completely unprepared and immersed in the elegant pleasures of ink, unknowingly fell into a deep and abyss-like coma.
While everyone was thrown into chaos and panic by this sudden turn of events, he, like a cunning hunter, subtly seized the opportunity presented by his feigned desperate attempt to protect his master.
With a movement as natural as flowing water yet incredibly subtle, he reached out his hand as quietly as a ghost.
The poisoned needle, coated with the Illusionary Butterfly Lure, was precisely pierced into the Emperor's back.
He secretly surmised that, in that chaotic and suffocatingly tense situation, the imperial physicians were focused solely on treating the emperor's illness as quickly as possible.
They had no time to spare and would certainly not have thought of conducting a thorough and meticulous examination of the emperor's entire body.
Even as the diagnosis and treatment progressed, they vaguely sensed that something was amiss. It wasn't until the imperial physicians finally realized that a comprehensive examination of the emperor's body was necessary that they understood the situation.
Those tiny, needle-like eyes have long since vanished without a trace, like morning mist dissipating under the warm sun, with the quiet passage of time.
After all, every step of his methods was meticulously planned and calculated, extremely secretive, and difficult for others to detect.
The poison, the Illusionary Butterfly Poison, is extremely difficult to defend against and is highly secretive.
Within half an hour of initial use, the poisoned person may experience a subtle symptom, such as bluish discoloration of the fingertips, which is easily overlooked.
But... thinking of this, Ning Chenxing narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes were like a bottomless pool, calm on the surface but full of hidden secrets.
He subtly raised his head slightly and glanced quickly at the sky in an extremely subtle and almost imperceptible manner.
With a precise grasp of the time, he silently estimated the approximate time in his mind.
Everything was exactly as he had meticulously planned, fitting together perfectly and at just the right moment. From the time the poison was administered until now, exactly half an hour had passed.
The poison of the Illusionary Butterfly Inducer works like a silent killer lurking in the darkness, taking effect slowly and quietly.
It plunges the poisoned person into a deep, seemingly endless coma, as if they have fallen into an abyss of sweet dreams.
Fourteen days later, the poisoned person will die painlessly in this beautiful dream, as if it were just a long and enchanting illusion slowly coming to an end, leaving no trace.
He sneered inwardly, a smile as cold as frost in the dead of winter, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.
He traced a faint yet sinister arc, thinking to himself how he had been such a "good younger brother," giving his elder brother such a seemingly "comfortable" but actually fatal way to die.
However, there is still one variable in the situation that cannot be ignored: the Empress.
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