The Prince of Zhennan sighed, realizing that his opponent was truly formidable. Fortunately, when she poisoned him, he hadn't killed her in a fit of rage.
However, he still needed to find a way to cure the poison in his body. After all, even if he knew that Wan Ge didn't intend to kill him at the moment, who knew what the future held?
Just in case, the poison still needs to be cured, but once I ascend the throne, I will thank her for her help and will not take her life.
However, he was still very curious about how Wan Ge managed to make someone bedridden in just one day.
He tests everything he eats and drinks for poison before consuming it. How could she possibly drug him without anyone noticing?
Moreover, the palace is heavily guarded, so what method did she use to administer the drug?
He could sense that Wan Ge's martial arts skills were not low, but no matter what, she was still a person, and it was too difficult for her to do what she wanted in a place like the palace.
He knew very well that the emperor's condition must be very serious, otherwise the ministers would not have summoned him back to the capital.
In the eyes of the ministers, the Prince of Zhennan was trustworthy. Besides the fact that he had guarded the borders for so many years, there was an even more important reason: he was the emperor's younger brother. As brothers from the same father and mother, the ministers never felt that the two brothers would fight each other.
Now that the emperor is seriously ill, after the imperial physicians' diagnosis, they feel that the chances of recovery are slim. As for the emperor's sons... let's not even mention them. The only one who can handle things is the Ninth Prince, whose child is an eight-year-old toddler.
Therefore, it is urgently necessary for the Prince of Zhennan to return and assist the Ninth Prince in handling court affairs.
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"You, how dare you poison me!" The boy, sweating and in pain, glared maliciously at Wan Ge.
Wan Ge sat down to the side, calmly sipping her tea, and slowly said, "I heard that the people placed in Wan Sheng Men are actually His Highness the Ninth Prince's people. I also heard that everything now is His Highness the Ninth Prince's doing."
The boy, still enduring immense pain, stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You...you...are from the Ten Thousand Lives Sect! You are...you are...the only one who hasn't been captured yet, the daughter of the Ten Thousand Lives Sect Master!"
He originally thought that she was just a woman and not worth fearing, but he never expected that this woman would make him wish he were dead.
The unbearable pain made him feel like he was living a life worse than death.
“It’s me. I’m very curious, how did Your Highness come up with the idea of arranging an inside agent for the Wansheng Sect? I’m even more curious, how did an outer disciple know that the Prince of Zhennan was in contact with my martial uncle?”
An outer disciple probably hasn't even met his senior uncle a few times, so how could he know about their affairs?
They're not stupid; they interact with each other openly and honestly.
It's estimated that even some of the inner disciples of the Wansheng Sect don't know why they were captured.
"Ah...you...kill me...kill me!" It hurts so much, this feeling is really too painful, even more painful than the pain of being beheaded in my past life.
Unexpectedly, he died even faster in his second life than in his previous one.
"You don't want to talk? Fine, that's fine. Then you can just die in agony. Don't worry, you won't die that quickly. Normally, you can last another day and night."
Wan Ge leaned down to look at him, a smile on her lips, as if she was about to turn and leave.
Just then, the boy lying on the ground spoke.
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