"I believe you can see that this pill is not a good thing!"

Mingyue said this with a serious expression. At the same time, Mingyue ran to her room as if she had thought of something and took out a yellowed manual.

Zhao Ji asked curiously, "What is this?"

Mingyue smiled slightly, with a nostalgic look on her face: "This is actually what my mother left for me. In her last days, my mother worked hard to write this book. At that time, I didn't understand why my mother worked so hard, but later I found out that it was because this was what she wanted to leave for me!"

The handwriting on the booklet was graceful, and there were dark marks on some of the yellowed pages.

Zhao Ji guessed at a glance that it must be the blood flowing out of the lady's mouth due to exhaustion when she finished writing.

Mingyue caressed the yellowed booklet lovingly: "Just now I had a guess, but I'm not sure, so I need to use mother's handbook to look it up..."

Zhao Ji originally wanted to take a look at what was written in the manual, but after a closer look, he found that he could not recognize any of the characters.

Obviously, these are not Chinese characters from the Celestial Empire.

Seeing the confusion on Zhao Ji's face, Mingyue smiled and answered, "These are the secret words of the Southern Border Saint Lady Clan. Mother once said that as her bloodline, only I can understand them!"

Zhao Ji suddenly understood and nodded.

After searching for a while, Mingyue's frown finally relaxed.

"I think I know what's in this strange medicinal mud..."

Zhao Ji raised his head and stared at the bright moon.

Mingyue sighed and said, "My Lord always gets into trouble with some powerful things..."

"There's a magic trick in this pill!"

Zhao Ji was a little confused when he heard this: "Shu? What is that? Or why is it described as a line? Is it a bug-like thing?"

Mingyue said slowly: "The reason why I describe it as a bug is because it looks like a bug, but it is actually a kind of evil magic."

"From the manual left by my mother, this kind of evil magic should be a forbidden magic in Southern Xinjiang. Even my mother's manual does not have a detailed method of making it, but there is a solution."

"The so-called magic is to plant evil magic on insects or animals. The insects or animals will not react at all, but the person who eats the insects or animals will be possessed by the magic and eventually be eaten!"

Zhao Ji very keenly captured the word "cannibalization".

"Cannibalism?"

"Yes, in fact, it is not the body that is being eaten away, but the mind of the person. It is like a person's soul being eaten away, and in the end the person will become a puppet of the person who cast the spell."

Zhao Jihu's body trembled, and he instantly understood the strangeness of the little prince.

"So, after becoming a puppet, wouldn't it be possible for it to act according to the ideas of the person behind it? Would it have its own thoughts and ideas?"

Mingyue was stunned for a moment when she heard Zhao Ji ask this, then she frowned and said, "It's a bit complicated... Let me explain it this way. If you have been a puppet for a short time, you have your own consciousness, but it's like being trapped in a place in your body that no one cares about. You can only watch your body do various actions."

"During this period, the consciousness of most of the body's owners will slowly collapse and then dissipate. If they are determined, they can hold on for a little longer, but in the end, they will basically dissipate."

Zhao Ji nodded as if he suddenly understood.

It seems that the little prince is in a stage of being controlled.

As for whether the little prince still has consciousness, this is a very uncertain issue. After all, the little prince is only in his early teens. How strong can his consciousness be?

"How do we resolve this?"

Zhao Ji asked.

Mingyue has always been open and honest with Zhao Ji, so even though her mother's booklet stated that the method to resolve the spell should not be told to others, Mingyue still told Zhao Ji.

When Zhao Ji returned to the palace, he immediately pretended to be weak and having diarrhea. He happened to meet the little prince in a palace somewhere.

Of course, all of this was arranged perfectly by Zhao Ji.

The little prince was just about to go secretly to find Zhao Ji to observe the situation when he saw Zhao Ji looking exhausted. He walked over with a pale face and cold sweat on his forehead.

As soon as he saw the little prince, Zhao Ji stepped forward and started to complain: "Your Highness, what kind of medicine did you give me? It's like a laxative. I have been having diarrhea all day. If it continues like this, I'm afraid I'll be tortured to death!"

Hearing Zhao Ji's reaction, the little prince's eyes were full of joy, and then he said with a smile: "This is the side effect of this medicine. Don't worry, it won't kill you. Go back and drink more hot water!"

"Just wait until tomorrow!"

Zhao Ji complained bitterly, but the little prince turned around and left.

After making sure that the little prince was gone, Zhao Ji slowly straightened up and stopped pretending.

Mingyue told Zhao Ji about the side effects and reactions.

Now it seems that these are indeed the reactions and the little prince believes them, so the next thing will be easy.

Next, Zhao Ji only needs to wait and see whether the little prince will secretly come to him to tell him something, and then slowly deduce the intentions of the person behind the little prince.

On the way to the Silijian, Zhao Ji kept recalling what Mingyue had told him.

"If you want to remove this evil spell, then the blood and tears of the loved ones of the person who has been cursed are indispensable. Other herbs can be found by spending money, but this one needs to be the freshest!"

This is indeed a difficult thing for Zhao Ji.

The virtuous concubine has always liked pomp and circumstance, and she is usually surrounded by people whenever she walks around.

Only when I am in my own bedroom will there be fewer people.

But including the palace maids and eunuchs who were on night watch, there were more than ten people in total.

Especially some time ago, Concubine Xian felt that she was the most favored concubine in the palace, and she even specially increased the personnel specifications for herself.

This posed a big problem for Zhao Ji.

If you want to get the blood of Concubine Xian, it is relatively simple, but if you want to get her tears, they must be the freshest, which would be very difficult.

When he was about to reach his own bedroom, Zhao Ji sighed and said, "It seems that this is the only way... I can only say to Concubine Xian that I am saving your son... I hope that Concubine Xian will be more sensible by then..."

However, Zhao Ji still needs to take a look at the intentions of the person behind the little prince first, and he does not plan to help the little prince with the spell for the time being!