Chapter 65 Ling Zixia lights a candle to test the poison - the finale
Ling Zixia's words exploded in Prince Jing's ears like thunder, making him freeze in place.
His sharp eyes were fixed on Ling Zixia, filled with incredible shock and horror.
"Poisoned? You said that I was poisoned?" His voice became a little hoarse due to excitement, and he completely lost his usual calmness.
He had been suffering from this cold since he was a child. The royal family invited famous doctors from all over the world, but everyone said that it was a stubborn disease brought from the womb and was congenital.
But now, the mysterious woman in front of him told him that all this was due to poisoning.
Ling Zixia looked at his out-of-control appearance, but her face remained calm, as if she had already expected him to react like this.
She didn't say anything else. She just walked slowly back to the bedroom and took out the "Netherworld Candle" which was still burning with a green flame.
She gently placed the strange candlestick on the stone table. The emerald green light cast a dismal green tint on both of their faces.
"If Your Highness doesn't believe it, you can verify it yourself." Ling Zixia's voice was as calm as water, but it carried an irresistible persuasiveness.
Prince Jing forced himself to suppress the turmoil in his heart. He walked forward and looked at the faint green flame with vigilance in his eyes.
"How do you want to verify it?" he asked in a deep voice. He felt that this woman was full of weirdness.
Ling Zixia did not answer him. She just stretched out her slender white hand and slowly reached out to the green flame.
Prince Jing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously wanted to speak up to stop her. He thought the woman was going to hurt herself.
However, what happened next once again overturned his cognition.
Ling Zixia's fingers moved around skillfully at the moment when they were about to touch the flame, and then gently passed over the flame.
A wisp of green smoke with a smell of blood rose from her fingertips. It was the blood left when she pricked her finger before, and it was instantly evaporated by the high temperature of the flame.
The wisp of green smoke did not dissipate in the air, but seemed to have life and slowly floated towards Prince Jing.
Prince Jing instinctively wanted to hold his breath, but the strange smell seemed to penetrate every pore and forced its way into his nasal cavity.
The moment he inhaled the smell, his body shook violently, and an extremely familiar feeling instantly spread throughout his limbs.
It was cold, the kind of extreme cold that could freeze the bone marrow and penetrate deep into the soul.
The coldness in his body was suddenly triggered at this moment.
The biting cold was like countless icy steel needles, piercing his meridians crazily, making him unable to help but let out a painful groan.
His face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, his lips began to turn purple, and a thin layer of frost even condensed on his eyebrows.
He staggered back two steps, looking at Ling Zixia as if she were a monster, his eyes full of horror and fear.
He couldn't understand why the cold symptoms in his body would immediately flare up just by smelling the strange smell of smoke.
This attack was more rapid and more painful than any of his previous ones.
Ling Zixia looked at his painful appearance quietly, without any sympathy on her face, only cold calmness.
She spoke slowly, her voice like a judge from the underworld, declaring Prince Jing's fate.
"Is the prince trustworthy now?"
"This poison is called 'Snow Soul Ice Silkworm'. It is a strange insect found on the top of the snowy mountains in the Western Regions. It is extremely cold and gloomy."
"The poisoner mixed the insect's fluids into your childhood diet, allowing the poison to merge with your blood."
"That's why it gets more severe as you age, making everyone mistakenly think it's a congenital disease."
"And what I just used was just a little blood from my Ling family. My blood is the only ingredient that can detonate the strange poison in your body."
Her words were like the sharpest knife, cutting through the toughest disguise in Prince Jing's heart bit by bit.
Prince Jing curled up on the ground in pain, his whole body trembling violently and his teeth chattering from the cold.
He wanted to speak, but found that his throat seemed to be frozen by the cold air and he couldn't utter a word.
He could only stare at Ling Zixia with his eyes, which were bloodshot due to pain, his eyes full of pleading.
He knew that the woman in front of him was his only lifeline.
Ling Zixia looked at his humble appearance like an ant, and there was no ripple in her heart.
This is exactly the effect she wants.
She wanted to completely trample this high and mighty prince under her feet and let him know who was the dominant force in this transaction.
She slowly squatted down, looking down at Prince Jing who was struggling in pain on the ground, with a compassionate and hypocritical smile on her face.
"Your Majesty, you must be in great pain now."
"Does this bone-deep cold make you feel like you'd rather die than live?"
"But don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."
As she spoke, she took out the plain white round fan from her sleeve again.
She gently placed the round fan on Prince Jing's face, which had turned purple due to the cold.
At the moment the round fan touched his skin, an extremely weak airflow with a strange warmth slowly seeped into his body from the fan surface.
That warm current was exactly the "medicinal property" that Ling Zixia had attached to the round fan with her golden finger.
It cannot cure the strange poison in Prince Jing's body, but it can temporarily and greatly relieve his pain.
As the warm current flowed in, the pain on Prince Jing's face began to fade away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His violently trembling body gradually calmed down and his breathing became much smoother.
In just a short moment, he returned to the world from hell.
He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
He raised his head and looked at the woman holding a round fan, looking down at him like a god, his eyes filled with the fear of surviving a disaster and the deepest awe.
He knew that from this moment on, his life was completely in the hands of this woman.
She can make him live or die.
It can make him... live a life worse than death.
Ling Zixia slowly put away her fan, stood up, and regained her calm and composed look.
She looked at Prince Jing who was limp on the ground and said lightly.
"Your Highness, now, have you figured out how to pay my consultation fee?"
Her voice was soft, but carried an unquestionable authority.
Prince Jing struggled to get up from the ground. He staggered to the stone table and supported himself on the table with both hands, barely able to steady himself.
He looked at Ling Zixia, the woman who was playing with him like a toy, and a very complicated light flashed in his eyes, a mixture of humiliation and desire.
He was silent for a long time before he finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
"Okay...I promise you."
"As long as you can cure this king's illness."
"I will help you investigate the Ling family case!"
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