"Such a strong dose of celestial hyacinth, do they want to kill the Crown Prince?!" Zhao Shu was in a state of utter confusion, her heart pounding like thunder.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhihai's ghostly eyes flickered, and he produced a hidden weapon from who-knows-where, severing the maid's tendons in her hands and feet. She instantly fell to the ground, glaring at Zhihai with resentment.
He tried to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but his mouth was blocked by a piece of curtain that Zhihai had casually torn off.
At this moment, the Crown Prince was lying on the bed, on the verge of death. His already chapped lips were now even more unbearable to look at. If he had taken a normal dose of datura, he would have felt dizzy, unsteady on his feet, extremely dry mouth, nausea, and vomiting within half an hour.
Before Zhao Shu could come up with a solution, the Crown Prince had already turned over and started vomiting on the edge of the bed. The dosage of the medicine was too strong; it was supposed to take effect in a quarter of an hour, but it took effect instantly.
After vomiting, he began to tremble all over again. The celestial herb would increase his heart rate. Zhao Shu rushed to the prince's side and touched all the acupoints on his body with her hands, hoping to relieve some of the burden caused by the increased heart rate.
Hongye was still stunned by what she had just witnessed. She had personally fed the medicine to him; it was sent by the emperor's brother-in-law. How could this be? How could this be?
Zhao Shu yelled at Hongye, "Quickly, go tell Mr. Ouyang that the Crown Prince has been poisoned by the Heavenly Fairy! Hurry!"
"Elder Hai, carry the prince on your back, let's leave this place." Zhao Shu decided to take the prince away from here in almost a second.
"You may leave, but the Crown Prince and his belongings must remain." The window facing the bed was suddenly opened, and several masked men in black stood by the window, holding bows and arrows, coldly watching the Crown Prince convulse.
"Anyone who blocks my way shall die!" Zhao Shu said coldly, her hands never stopping as she massaged several acupoints on the prince.
When Zhihai saw the men in black, his gaze fell on one of them, who was clearly the leader. This man had a dangerous aura about him, and his skills were definitely no less than Xiao Pang's.
Hongye had already reached the curtain, and her hand was about to lift the curtain to go out when three arrows came flying in quick succession. She dodged the first two arrows, but the last one pierced her chest.
As she collapsed, she coughed up mouthfuls of blood, her vision blurred as she looked in the direction of the Crown Prince. "Your Highness, it's the...uncle of the Emperor..." Before she could finish her sentence, she stopped breathing completely.
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