"Impossible." Yang Yi, who had been silent all this time, spoke.
"The poison in Qian Yeming's body is the Seven Flower Poison I personally planted in him when he was two years old. If there is no corresponding toxin to stimulate the Seven Flower Poison in his body, it will never take effect. However, he is unable to gather internal energy within his body, and he will never become a master.
As for detoxification… that was even more impossible! After all these years, even if he knew he had poison in his body, he couldn't figure out which seven flowers or herbs it was. And even if he did, gathering all the antidotes would be impossible.
Moreover, I have taken his pulse today, and I can guarantee with my life that he is definitely still poisoned."
"Your Excellency, the Young Master is back!"
Yang Yi had barely finished speaking, and before Murong Yan could object, a secret guard arrived to report. The Marshal's Mansion, previously in a state of extreme despair, suddenly came alive.
When Murong Qingyu heard that his beloved son had returned, he rushed towards the door without caring that it was still raining heavily outside.
Outside the door, Murong Qingyun was holding a jar of wine, drinking while climbing over the eaves and walls as he flew towards this direction, but he kept falling to the ground because of his drunkenness.
Then he got up from the ground, took a sip of wine, flew up to the eaves again, and then fell down again.
Murong Qingyu was so distressed that he almost went crazy when he saw this. He flew forward and pulled down his son, who was obviously drunk but still insisted on using light skills. Then he ordered people to carry him back to the mansion.
After dismissing everyone around him, only Murong Yan, who refused to leave, was left in the room. Murong Qingyu then yelled, "What are you doing? Who is Dad doing all this for?
Look at you now, you're willing to die for a woman, are you capable of great things?!"
Murong Qingyu was nearly driven mad by his son. He was sitting on the ground, dripping wet and disheveled. His hair, usually neatly tied up, was now tangled and draped over his shoulders, and he had a beard growing on his chin.
What he couldn't stand the most, and couldn't bear to look at directly, was the countless wounds on the slightly raised trouser legs, which had already burst open and the flesh was flying. If it got infected, the consequences would be disastrous.
"Come here, call the doctor to treat the young master's injuries!"
From the moment Murong Qingyun entered the room, to the moment he was scolded by Murong Qingyu, to the moment he was washed clean and then the doctor treated his wounds, Murong Yan kept looking at him with distressed eyes, but didn't say a word.
Murong Qingyun's love for Murong Xiao made her feel extremely shocked, shocked, and envious. For her, who had lived two lives as a human being and was an orphan in both, this kind of love was something she yearned for.
At this moment, Murong Qingyun was lying on the bed with powerless body and dull face, his eyes staring at the ceiling. No matter how Murong Qingyu scolded him or how the servants tormented him, he just lay there without saying a word.
She knew that he was feeling miserable, but at the same time, she was extremely relieved that Murong Xiao was indifferent to him.
Others might not understand Murong Xiao, but she definitely did. Not to mention the man Murong Xiao loved, even if it was her, if Murong Xiao saw her self-torturing like this for her, her attitude would definitely not be the same as it was today.
She could only say that Murong Xiao either didn't know how to appreciate what he had, or didn't love her enough.
"Dad, my eldest brother is already like this. It's useless for you to scold him now. Why not let Yan'er enlighten him?"
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