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Kyoto? A strange feeling rose in Night Star's heart. If he remembered correctly, no one had approached him while he was in Kyoto, so how could he have been poisoned?
"This poison is called Seven Insects and Seven Herbs. It is made from the essence of the seeds of Eighteen Flowers and eighteen types of insects. The potency of this poison lies in its long incubation period; the poisoner must continuously plant the toxin in you for over a month, and you would have no way of noticing it."
"The most important thing is that it affects a person's temperament, making them prone to anger. This is especially true for martial artists; if they are poisoned, their blood will flow backward, making it easier for them to go into a frenzy. Ultimately, their vital energy will be obstructed, leading to bloodthirsty madness and death. The person who used this poison is truly malicious."
Mo Xier slowly walked over to the chair beside Night Star and recounted everything he had read from medical texts without missing a word. To think that someone would be so despicable as to use such a severe poison on him—what kind of grudge could they possibly have?
Night Star's expression darkened further, his eyes seemingly coated with a layer of ice, enough to freeze someone alive. His thin lips uttered coldly, "Who exactly is it?"
He had fought on the battlefield and must have offended some petty individuals, but they wouldn't have the means to poison him unless it was someone close to him. The only ones close to him were Hei Yi, Qing Long, and Mo Xier.
They could definitely be ruled out. So who else could it be?
His gaze was distant and icy as his fingers tapped rhythmically on the red Sandalwood table. The room was silent, and seeing his expression, Mo Xier did not interrupt.
After a long while, as if recalling something, he suddenly asked, "Did you eat anything unusual at the general's residence?"
Unusual things?
Night Star was taken aback for a moment before replying, "You know my meals are always checked by Qing Long; there shouldn't be any problems."
Qing Long checked it and found no issues?
Mo Xier questioned, "What about things that weren't checked?"
"Have you not tested it?" Night Star's mind slowly turned, and suddenly his figure trembled. "A month before I left Kyoto, Old Madam personally made soup for me. Because it was Old Madam, I never thought to test it."
Thinking of this, Night Star's face turned pale. The poison showed no signs, and the most likely place to be targeted was in food. His daily meals were strictly checked by Qinglong, except for those prepared by Old Madam.
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his heart suddenly grew cold. His expression darkened significantly. Even if he wasn't her biological child, could she really be so ruthless?
"Then it's definitely Old Madam," Mo Xier said with certainty.
She had always been indifferent towards Night Star, but suddenly her demeanor changed, and she began to show concern for him. If one were to say she had a change of heart, Mo Xier would never believe it. After more than twenty years without a hint of conscience, it was suspicious that she would suddenly care just as the mystery of the Emperor's lineage was revealed. It was likely just to eliminate future troubles for her biological son.
"Is this poison difficult to resolve?" Putting aside his thoughts, Night Star turned to the woman in front of him, his gaze shifting.
Seeing her frowning expression, it was clear she had been researching for quite some time. Perhaps she had started preparing ever since Zhuque gave her the Millennium Ganoderma.
Upon hearing Night Star's words, Mo Xier's sharp eyes suddenly dimmed as she helplessly replied, "Yes, it requires so many processes to create. If it were easy to resolve, you wouldn't be in this state."
Looking at Mo Xier's gloomy face, Night Star's heart softened. He pulled her into his embrace and gently said, "If it's truly difficult to resolve, then don't strain yourself. I don't want you to tire yourself out."
"No way! I must create the antidote. I won't let you die before me." The woman in his arms suddenly sat up with determination.
Even if it took all her effort, she would heal Night Star. She couldn't bear to see him suffer or let him die in front of her; that was a reality she could never accept.
Night Star sighed helplessly, his voice becoming even softer. "Ah, Mo Xier, I don't want you to wear yourself out."
Although she hadn't said anything these days, he could see that Mo Xier had been locking herself in her room all day long, not allowing anyone to disturb her. Initially confused by this behavior, if he hadn't come over today, he might not have known about his poisoning at all.
Looking at her delicate face, which had become significantly thinner, her complexion pale and lacking the previous rosy glow, with dull eyes and brows, where was the lively and cheerful Mo Xier from before?
"Xingchen, don't say anything. I can definitely cure you; it's just one step away. You just need to rest well and don't worry about me." Qianqian's jade-like hand gently caressed his tan skin face, all her anger instantly transforming into tenderness.
"But..."
Night Star wanted to say something more, but Mo Xier abruptly pulled him up from the chair and slowly pushed him towards the door. It was only when he was completely outside the wooden door that she said in a deep voice, "You must listen to me now. Go back and rest."
Her expression left no room for doubt, as if Night Star dared to disobey her words, she would forcibly take him away.
Seeing this, Night Star felt helpless but ultimately just cast a worried glance at Mo Xier before slowly turning around and leaving.
The sky was pitch black when suddenly a gust of wind blew up, causing the tightly shut windows to open and close repeatedly. Outside the window, not a single star could be seen; the night was completely shrouded in darkness, quite frightening.
In the ancestral hall of the general's residence, a woman dressed in purple satin knelt on soft golden cushions. Her hair was graying, her cheeks had begun to show some fleshiness, and fine lines were clearly visible at the corners of her eyes. Her once fair and slender hands were now wrinkled and no longer youthful.
They were slightly loose as she turned the sandalwood prayer beads, her murky and hollow eyes fixed ahead. Her aged lips moved up and down continuously in murmurs; no one knew what she was saying because no one could understand.
Suddenly, the closed door was slowly pushed open by another woman of similar age. She also had some white hair at her temples; perhaps due to years spent in the general's residence, at this age she only had a few strands of white hair.
She approached the kneeling old woman respectfully and said, "Old Madam, Miss Liu has sent a letter."
"Oh?" The tone of her voice rose as she squeezed out those words. The fingers turning the prayer beads paused slightly as her rounded body rose from the soft cushions and walked over to sit on a nearby mahogany chair. She said in a deep voice, "What did she say?"
"She mentioned that the general's relationship with Mo Xier is rapidly increasing day by day, but there are no other movements from Boiling City; it's just..." The old woman's words suddenly halted here as she cautiously glanced at the silent Old Madam.
She shot a sidelong glance at her, and the Old Madam's expression was not suitable: "Continue."
"He has been poisoned." Rong Momo, after glancing at her, finally spoke the words that had remained unspoken, her eyes filled with concern.
The Old Madam's body trembled for a moment, then her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and a smile crept onto her lips: "Finally, we have waited for this."
Rong Mama seemed puzzled: "Old Madam, is this good?"
The Old Madam's aged face darkened immediately, clearly displeased with Rong Mama's words: "What is there to be good or bad about? As long as he is alive, he is a ticking time bomb, keeping me awake at night. How many nights have I woken from nightmares of being killed by chaotic swords in Yeer? Since that time, I vowed that no matter what, I cannot allow him to threaten Yeer's position."
They had gone through great hardships to finally place Yeer on the throne; they could not let everything go to waste because of a Night Star. Therefore, regardless of her brother's objections, she resolutely poisoned Night Star with the Seven Insects and Seven Herbs poison.
This poison had taken her considerable effort to obtain; if it were not used on Night Star, wouldn't that be letting him off easy? Just thinking about it made her reveal a fierce expression.
Her face twisted in an extremely grotesque manner, looking ferocious as if Night Star was already being tortured to death by that poison; she felt an immense sense of satisfaction inside.
Rong Mama shuddered; the Old Madam was terrifying at this moment. Her voice trembled as she dared not look up at her: "Should we bring Liu Girl back?"
"No need. Let her stay there until Night Star dies before returning." The voice was cold and rejecting, devoid of any compassion, as if treating an animal.
Meanwhile, in a towering palace, the faint candlelight flickered in the silent room. The golden attire shimmered under the candlelight. The man's features were distinct; upon closer inspection, one could see a hint of malice in his finely shaped brows and eyes.
His deep-set eyes seemed unfathomable, and his thin lips curled into a shallow arc. Sitting on a chair that exuded the scent of sandalwood, his long fingers continuously tapped on the table while kneeling before him was someone who seemed almost to blend into the darkness.
An aura of coldness radiated from him; his eyes were as chilling as a demon with a gaping maw ready to swallow you whole, crushing you into pieces. One could almost hear the sound of bones cracking underfoot, creaking ominously.
The man seated in the higher position glanced at him, nodding in satisfaction, a clear curve visible at the corner of his mouth to indicate his pleasant mood. "Mo Chou, well done."
"Your Majesty flatters me." The man kneeling on the ground did not let the praise go to his head; his voice remained as cold as before, devoid of any warmth.
"Very good. I like your character—humble and not arrogant." Li Ye was even more pleased with Mo Chou's performance and continued, "Have you found out if there is an antidote for this poison?"
"There is an antidote." Mo Chou finally raised his head, looking at the man whose gloomy face now bore a hint of a smile, and said in a deep voice, "But it is extremely difficult to concoct. I’ve heard it requires many medicinal herbs and a specific catalyst; it’s unlikely anyone could prepare it."
Li Ye's gaze was distant, his lips curling coldly. "The person who poisoned him is truly ruthless; they actually administered such a severe poison. Do you know who did it?"
Mo Chou lowered his head, helplessly saying, "I have not been able to find out. This person is very skilled. Night Star was already poisoned when he went to Boiling City."
It should be noted that he had expended great effort to uncover this information. The guards at Night Star's side were strict, making it nearly impossible for him to infiltrate. It was only because Night Star suddenly went into a frenzy that caused panic among everyone that he seized the opportunity to slip in; otherwise, he might not have easily obtained this news.
Nodding, Li Ye said, "Since someone is helping me deal with him, I need not worry."
Recently, national affairs had been tense; he had devoted all his energy to the previous dynasty but still had to spare some attention to understand Night Star's movements. Day and night, there was always a voice telling him that Night Star was the true emperor of the Heavenly Universe Kingdom.
This voice tangled in his mind every day as if trying to tear him apart, leaving him nowhere to hide. A sense of crisis rose within him; only by finding a way to kill Night Star could he sit securely on the throne.
Brotherly affection? Hmph? That was nothing compared to the importance of a throne. He could not accept the feeling of falling from such heights; it would leave him in unbearable pain.
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