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Cai Zhuo's expression changed immediately. Just moments ago, he had reassured Yongxin Marquis not to worry about the Dragon Vein, and now it felt like a slap in the face.
The foundation of the palace reached depths of twenty meters, constructed from meticulously crafted stone bricks and a specially selected mortar that fit the bricks together seamlessly. Its seismic resistance had been tested and proven sturdy, making it one of the most robust structures among the palaces of several other nations.
Yet today, this magnificent palace trembled violently due to a fish demon's tail swipe, producing vibrations more terrifying than those recorded during testing.
As he fought, he moved closer to Sang Qingxiao, expressing his concern. "Miss Sang, we need to resolve this quickly and be on guard against another outburst."
Outburst? The creature remained calm despite the chaos; even in battle, its voice was steady, and its breathing showed no signs of distress.
At that moment, the hall doors opened again. "Marquis! Cai Gonggong! No! His Majesty is unwell!"
Sang Qingxiao immediately looked at Qi Xiaomian, who frowned slightly as he approached her. He whispered, "It's just a slight tingling sensation; I used less initially. Now, it's not a major issue."
If he wanted it back, then so be it. However, concerning His Majesty's condition, it might not be so simple.
Was it truly just a matter of separating Whale Oil and demon cores? Would it not endanger his life?
Qi Xiaomian took a moment to assess the situation again; at least for now, he felt no abnormalities.
Sang Qingxiao remained skeptical of his words because throughout the palace echoed sounds akin to slaughtered pigs. Inside the hall, His Majesty was trying hard to maintain his composure but still emitted muffled groans of pain.
Cai Zhuo felt increasingly anxious. Even with his profound Inner Strength facing a Great Demon, he could only barely hold his ground; the opponent hadn't even struck with full force yet.
Cai Zhuo clearly saw that hope rested on Sang Qingxiao. "Miss Sang, perhaps His Majesty's condition is due to that song. How can we interrupt it?"
Sang Qingxiao wanted to retort that they had used so much Whale Oil and demon cores; returning them was pointless. The monarch was not old and suffered no pain or injury but was willing to use anything to cling to power for longer!
She had heard that there were oral versions of that medicine. Where did the Medicine Catalyst come from? As a Monarch, one wouldn’t casually consume something of unknown origin; they must have investigated thoroughly beforehand. Extracting Medicine Catalyst from living beings was no different from swallowing flesh and blood—swallowing it whole was simply revolting.
Just as she planned to brush him off with a few words, she suddenly felt movement at her wrist, which surprised her.
In any fight, Old Vine would be the first to flee. He had already separated from them back at the Prince's Mansion; typically, he would be hiding somewhere by now.
It was indeed the first time he had recklessly returned in such danger.
"Do you want to hear good news or bad news first?"
"I'm busy; I don't have time for your chatter."
Old Vine pondered for a moment. "I have something that might make Jingnan Hui stop... or perhaps make him even angrier."
What is it?
I'm afraid he might kill me, along with Buddha Treasure, The Office of Censors, and Acan.
You went to Fuzhou; did you steal from his house? He didn't go all out against you at the palace, so how did you provoke him? Could it be that you did something even worse in private?
I didn't steal anything! Besides, he doesn't have a house for me to steal from. This happened many years ago; I found an egg by the sea. I had no idea what kind of egg it was, and I didn't sense any life within it. It just had beautiful patterns, so I tossed it into my space.
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