Compared to all the hatred, the most important thing is to survive.
Murong Xiao pulled out a pill from his bosom and handed it to Emperor Dezheng, saying, "This is your antidote. One dose won't be enough to remove the poison from your body. After you take it for ten days, I'll prepare an antidote based on your constitution."
Emperor Dezheng looked at the black pill in Murong Xiao's hand and reached out to take it.
In the spirit of gratitude, Emperor Dezheng promised on the spot: "Xiao'er, I don't care what your relationship with Murong Qingyu is, or what hatred you have against him, I will not pursue your true identity. Since the Crown Prince has chosen you and trusts you, I trust you too. I hope you will assist the Crown Prince well and deliver Murong Qingyu's head to me as soon as possible."
Seeing Emperor Dezheng holding the pill but not eating it immediately, Murong smiled and raised his lips slightly. He said he trusted them, but that was only because their interests and enemies were aligned at the moment.
Anyway, they have never placed their hopes on others, and their cooperation with Emperor Dezheng is just temporary. At least when dealing with Murong Qingyu, this emperor will not let them down.
Murong Xiao bowed slightly and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will assist the Crown Prince well and one day I will place Murong Qingyu's head on your desk."
Emperor Dezheng nodded, sighed and said, "You guys go, I want to be alone and quiet."
"Hurry up and clean up this place!" After Qian Yeming and Murong Xiao left, Emperor Dezheng immediately yelled unhappily towards the darkness.
Immediately, a man in the dark who almost merged with the darkness stepped forward and dealt with the corpse on the ground.
Emperor Dezheng watched the shadow's swift movements, his eyes narrowed slightly. Shadow was his most capable assistant, even more skilled than the Jinyiwei, which made him feel more at ease.
He believed that if Ying had discovered the existence of the man in black on the roof, he would have dealt with him immediately. But Ying was hiding in the dark and did nothing.
So he dared to guarantee that even if the dead man in black was not as powerful as Ying in martial arts, his skills were at least comparable to his. At least when he was eavesdropping on their conversation, Ying did not notice his presence.
What did this mean? It meant that many of his secrets and even his plans had been overheard by Murong Qingyu. He, as the emperor of Nanyue, had no security in his life.
Looking at the bloodstains still left on the ground that had not been cleaned up in time, Emperor Dezheng raised the corners of his lips coldly.
So what if he was powerful? Even if Murong Qingyu was powerful, he could never have imagined that the assassin he had kept in captivity had betrayed him. Even more so, he could never have imagined that the sickly Ghost Prince, whom they all looked down upon and thought had a short life, was actually a hidden master.
Thinking about the prince's move just now, he just flipped his hand lightly and broke through the roof, hitting the black-clothed man's vital points from every corner.
Murong Qingyu, no matter how good your martial arts skills are, no matter how good your son's martial arts skills are, can they be as good as my son?
Although he didn't know why Qian Yeming had such powerful and domineering skills, he believed that since he had been able to hide it from everyone for so long, there must be more surprises for him besides his skills.
Even though he was incompetent and afraid of Murong Qingyu, he believed that his prince would be able to defeat this good brother who had been plotting against him for more than 20 years!
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