In her mind's eye, the nine-tailed fox heard 748's praise, and its nine fluffy tails swayed proudly. It raised its chin and hummed softly through its nose.
Although it didn't say anything, 748 could tell what it wanted to express.
—It's just a piece of cake.
The fox spirit is still the same narcissistic fox spirit.
Inside the council hall, sensing the King's gradually calming breathing, Fu Bai looked down at him.
In the dim sunlight, the King of Li's face was as pale as paper, his body was soaked in sweat, and his tongue was bitten and bleeding.
The white powder obscured his eyes, concealing the coldness within them.
He bent down, picked up the Prince of Li, and carried him to the bed behind the council hall.
The King of Li was sleeping soundly and trusted Fu Bai completely, so he was not awakened by Fu Bai's actions.
Just as Fu Bai put him down and was about to leave, the King of Li suddenly reached out and grabbed Fu Bai's hem, holding it tightly as if afraid that Fu Bai would leave.
Fu Bai glanced down at the King of Li's hand, then simply sat down on the edge of the bed and said softly, "I'm not leaving. I'm just going out to give some instructions and will be right back."
As if he had heard this, the tyrant slowly released his grip.
Outside the council hall, Chen Bo and his guards were extremely anxious.
They both hoped that the King of Li would recognize Fu Bai and not harm him in his irrational state, and that Fu Bai was truly a divine physician who could cure the King of Li's strange illness.
He glanced at the council chamber from time to time, his expression quite complex.
Finally, they heard footsteps coming from the council chamber, and they all turned their hopeful eyes in that direction.
The young man's tall figure gradually came into view.
After leaving the council hall, Fu Bai quietly closed the door and said to the Prince's guard, "Go and prepare hot water. The Prince is awake and wants to take a bath."
The guard was taken aback, and it took him a while to realize the meaning behind Fu Bai's words. His eyes lit up, and he blurted out without controlling his voice, "Your Highness, sleep..."
Before he could even open his mouth, a sharp, piercing glare flew towards him.
The guard realized he had spoken too loudly, and shrank back like a quail, whispering, "I'll go prepare hot water right now."
After saying this, he tiptoed away, afraid of making the slightest sound and disturbing the king's sweet dream.
Fu Bai looked at Uncle Chen.
Uncle Chen's eyes were already gleaming, and they were filled with tears.
Fu Bai: "Uncle Chen, may I speak to you in private?"
Uncle Chen nodded and, like the guard, left cautiously.
Once they were far enough away from the council hall to ensure they wouldn't wake the Queen, Chen Bo finally spoke up impatiently, "Your Highness, is the Prince really asleep?"
“Yes,” Fu Bai nodded, “but I can only temporarily alleviate his condition. To completely eradicate it, we need to plan for the long term.”
"That's good, that's good," Uncle Chen said, his voice choked with emotion.
The King's illness came on strangely. He had seen countless renowned doctors, but not only did they not help, his condition worsened.
Fu Bai was the first person to claim that he could cure the King of Li's illness.
Perhaps it was a desperate measure, or perhaps Fu Bai possessed a certain unwavering strength, but Chen Bo didn't doubt Fu Bai's words at all.
Fu Bai found a place to sit in the pavilion and said to Uncle Chen, "Tell me about the Prince's previous illnesses."
Chen Bo looked at the rippling blue lake and slowly recounted the situation of the Wrathful King:
"The prince suddenly fell ill five years ago. At that time, he was still in the border town when the barbarians launched a surprise attack on the border town. That day, the prince, alone with a large sword, charged into the enemy's camp, cutting through enemy soldiers and killing more than two thousand enemy soldiers, and directly beheading the enemy general."
"After that battle, the prince became a killing god in the eyes of the enemy. With the prince in charge, they didn't dare to invade the border at all."
"The prince's violent aura was relieved after he killed enough enemies, and he returned to normal."
"But half a month later, the prince fell ill again."
"This time, there was no war for the prince to vent his anger. He locked himself in the courtyard, and the gate was not opened until two days later. He was covered in blood."
At this point, Uncle Chen's tears fell uncontrollably, and he choked up several times, unable to speak.
After a long pause, Uncle Chen continued, "Everyone outside is saying that the prince is having a fit of madness and will wantonly slaughter his servants and eat human flesh. But little do they know that the prince always restrains himself. When he can't bear it anymore, he will take action against himself, using the pain in his body to resist the violence within him. He would never harm innocent people without reason."
“After each episode, the prince would be trapped in a nightmare, unable to sleep for ten days or even more than half a month.”
Uncle Chen wiped away his tears, and spoke incoherently, saying whatever came to mind.
"This is the first time I have ever seen His Highness fall asleep peacefully on the day he fell ill. Your Highness is a living Hua Tuo. I beg Your Highness to save His Highness's life."
As soon as he finished speaking, with a thud, Uncle Chen knelt heavily in front of Fu Bai.
Fu Bai reached out and helped Chen Bo up, asking the question that had been on his mind: "Is it when the Prince falls ill that he disobeys the court or that person's decree?"
Chen Bo had never thought about this question before, only that the prince's madness was too strange. But now, hearing Fu Bai ask this question, and recalling carefully the timing of each of the prince's episodes, his face darkened.
Every word Chen Bo spoke seemed to be uttered through clenched teeth: "The Princess is right."
Before the first onset of the illness, the new emperor ascended the throne and summoned the Prince of Li back to the capital.
The Prince of Li refused to return to the capital, citing the reason that a general in the field may disobey orders.
Two days later, he inexplicably fell ill.
The second time, the Prince of Li also refused to return to the capital.
This time, the palace summoned the Prince Li and his queen to the palace to express their gratitude, but the Prince Li refused, citing his uncontrollable madness.
Then, less than two hours later, the King of Li fell ill.
Chen Bo wasn't stupid; after getting the key from Fu Bai, he immediately understood.
He said solemnly, "Does Your Highness mean that this person possesses something that controls the Prince's illness? Once the Prince 'disobeys,' he causes the Prince to fall ill and suffer endless torment?"
Fu Bai: "It's the mother Gu."
In other words, the King of Li was cursed by the late emperor a long time ago, and after the late emperor passed away, he handed the mother curse over to the current emperor.
The Wrathful King is a war god, an incomparably sharp blade.
This knife can be used to cut enemies, or it can be used to cut oneself.
The emperor would not allow this knife to go out of control.
So he placed a Gu poison on him. When the late emperor was still alive, he felt he could control the tyrannical king, so the mother Gu poison never activated.
The current emperor couldn't stand the fact that the title of War God of the Wrath was above his own, so he launched the Mother Gu not long after ascending the throne. He not only gave the Wrath King a warning, but also created the image of the Wrath King as a ruthless killing god.
Let the God of War who protects the Great Prosperity become a god of death that strikes fear into the hearts of all.
Fu Bai narrowed his eyes, his fox-like eyes filled with chilling killing intent.
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