Seeing Luo Zhiheng's outburst of anger, the Prince quickly said, "Stop shouting. Huo Yun has done his best. The most important thing now is to detoxify him as soon as possible. It's normal for him to have a high fever due to the poisoning."
"So what exactly do you want? Can't your blood save people anymore?" Luo Zhiheng's smile was sarcastic and sharp.
The King's expression stiffened for a moment, and he said with some irritation, "My blood can cure poison, but according to the Poison Saint, an antidote is still needed. My blood can cure all poisons and make a person's body immune to all poisons from now on. But you must know that 'all poisons' is not 'a thousand poisons,' and there are countless poisons in this world. There are two poisons that have been extinct for far too long. He can develop other antidotes, but he is powerless against these two, no matter how powerful he is."
"So you're telling me that even if your blood can detoxify now, even if the Poison Saint can develop other antidotes, Mu Yunhe will still die without those two antidotes? So you're telling me that Mu Yunhe is beyond saving, that you've done your best, but you're powerless to help?" Luo Zhiheng walked towards them step by step, her eyes red, her words almost squeezed out from between her teeth.
The Queen's eyes were also filled with heaviness. She said, "If we could, we would do our best. But these two antidotes are very unique because they were developed by the Nalan family themselves. Their ancestors developed them a hundred years ago, and only a small number survived before the Nalan family destroyed them. These two poisons are simply too terrifying, and the antidote is probably only possessed by the Nalan family in the world today. However, Nalan Daibai is already dead, and no one knows where the Nalan family is hiding. Even if we knew and found them, no one could guarantee that they would have the antidote."
This is a very objective fact, but it sounded so jarring to Luo Zhiheng.
"Then why don't we try to cure the other poisons in his body first? Wouldn't it be better if he had one less poison? If we can't cure those two deadly poisons, we can think of another way." Luo Zhiheng could only settle for second best with hope.
The Poison Saint shook his head and said, "No. These twenty-one kinds of deadly poisons have formed a state of mutual dependence and resistance within Mu Yunhe's body. If one is missing, the other poisons may lack a certain suppression or restraint, and they will immediately take effect and kill him. This will only hasten his death. The only way is to gather all the antidotes to detoxify him."
The Poison Saint continued, "Even if we can gather the antidote and cure him, his body has been corroded by the toxins to the point of being too fragile. If those toxins are missing, I don't know if he can hold on. If his body doesn't adapt and various problems arise, I'm afraid his chances of survival will be slim. Even if he survives, no one can say for sure how well he will recover."
The Poison Saint had said this before, but Luo Zhiheng was clearly unwilling to wait any longer, because Mu Yunhe couldn't wait any longer. She was caught in a dilemma, feeling lost and on the verge of collapse. Looking at Mu Yunhe's face full of pain, even in his unconscious state he was still restless. Thinking about the immense suffering the poison was causing him, Luo Zhiheng felt that she was also suffering.
"If only a pie would fall from the sky right now, giving me two antidotes, or even a magic pill that can cure everything," the King snorted.
The Poison Saint retorted sarcastically, "Don't spout nonsense. If it were that easy, what would be the point of having a Poison Saint like me?"
The King said in a effeminate tone, "Can you speak more elegantly? Don't say things like that again. That bastard Emperor Xian already mocked me for marrying you. If you don't change your ways, I'll be ridiculed to death by Emperor Xian."
"What does it matter to me whether you live or die? Go to hell! I'm not your wife, I'm a man!" Poison Saint roared again.
"You've said that twice already. Isn't my mother your mother-in-law? Show some respect to your mother-in-law, or even if you were my beloved concubine, I wouldn't be polite to you," the Prince said, feigning anger.
"Kill me! If you have the guts, kill me. If you don't, you, Qin Yinshi, are all bastards!" the Poison Saint roared provocatively.
"Get the hell out of here! All of you get out of here! If you make any more noise, I'll kill you!" Luo Zhiheng suddenly roared in fury.
The King wasn't angry, but she quickly pulled the awkward and rebellious Poison Saint away, seemingly eager to leave as soon as possible.
Lady Huoyun, her face covered in cold sweat, hesitated before leaving, saying, "Don't be angry. They just don't want you to be too nervous. We will try our best to find a way. We can't just give up without even trying. After all, Your Excellency is unique in this world. Even if we can't find Your Excellency, I believe the people of the Divination Palace will not abandon you."
"Are the people there very powerful?" Luo Zhiheng asked hastily, as if grasping at the last glimmer of hope.
Lady Huoyun said with difficulty, "I don't know about that place either. It's just that it's been a very magical place for the past hundred years. There are many legends about it. Some people say that it is the kingdom of the gods, and others say that the people there are prophets sent by the gods to save the world. But I don't know who they are. However, there was indeed a myth from a hundred years ago. Even today, this myth about the Divination Heavenly Palace still exists."
"That's a myth about the God of War, Yelü Cangsheng. A hundred years ago, the states were in turmoil, but a heroic figure suddenly appeared. He fought his way through thorns and brambles, overcoming five passes and slaying six generals, driving the enemies of various states out of their own countries. He was like an invincible God of War descended to earth. He should have died in a major battle. It is said that Yelü Cangsheng had twelve fatal wounds, but he did not die. Instead, he survived and, incredibly, he was able to return to the battlefield to continue killing the enemy in just three days."
"It was from that time on that his reputation as the God of War seemed to rise overnight and spread throughout the world! He seemed to be immortal, and every time he was in danger, he was able to turn danger into safety. He was like a God of War sent by the gods to save the world. Although he had killed countless people, he loved the people like his own children. He never killed innocent people indiscriminately. Even if they were enemies or prisoners, he would take good care of them."
"He was a very contradictory person. Although his hands were stained with blood, and he was ruthless and merciless on the battlefield, he also had a very soft heart. Such a man was destined to be a beloved war spirit among the people. If he had wanted to unify the world and unite all the kingdoms, it would have been a piece of cake. He was only one coronation ceremony away from becoming emperor. It's just a pity that he disappeared later. After pacifying the kingdoms, he vanished from the world with his beloved woman. And that beloved woman, some say, was a diviner priestess!"
"It was this woman who repeatedly used her abilities to defy fate for Yelü Cangsheng, so that he could live and the people of all directions could live in peace and harmony. Of course, some people say that the high priest who assisted Yelü Cangsheng back then was an old man with supreme magical power. But I am more inclined to believe that person was a woman, and they were lovers. Isn't that beautiful?" Lady Huoyun said with a faint smile.
"It is wonderful, but they have been gone for a hundred years, haven't they? If the officials of the Divination Palace are so powerful, why couldn't they save Mu Yunhe? Aren't they supposed to be able to predict the future? Aren't they supposed to be able to defy fate? Then why did they release Mu Yunhe and cause him so much pain?" Luo Zhiheng asked, puzzled and distressed.
"But we still have hope. They must have their reasons for choosing you as their priest. As long as they care for you, they, who possess the ability to keep the God of War alive despite having twelve fatal wounds, can certainly keep you alive as well. It's clear that you care about you deeply; when you were feverish and unconscious, you kept calling out your name. You are your pillar of support; if you collapse, then you will surely die. So you must be strong." Lady Huoyun patted Luo Zhiheng's hand respectfully.
"Thank you, but I'd like to keep him company for a while," Luo Zhiheng said gratefully.
Lady Huoyun turned and left knowingly. As she closed the door, she suddenly said, "Don't you think you and Yelü Cangsheng are somewhat similar? You can both be ruthless and merciless towards your enemies, yet you both have a soft heart. Such people are blessed by Heaven and loved by Heaven. Heaven will not allow them to be hurt or sad for too long."
Luo Zhiheng sat by Mu Yunhe's bedside, looking at his gaunt face. She really wanted to cry, but couldn't. Holding Mu Yunhe's hand, she didn't know whether to ask him or herself, "Am I really kind? But I stubbornly revealed such a despairing secret. It's like I pushed you into hell all at once, without even a chance to recover. No wonder you're in despair, no wonder you don't even have the will to live. Mu Yunhe, this time I really shouldn't have, I shouldn't have told you first, I shouldn't have been so willful in hurting you for your sake."
"But some wounds have to be reopened to heal better and faster, don't they? Your wounds are too deep. Maybe every time the pain flares up, you resent your own powerlessness, and you wish you were dead. But I dare not think like that. I want you to hold on even in pain. I don't want you to die. That's why I hate the person who hurt you so much. I don't care if she is your sister or not, because I treated her as my enemy from the beginning, but I forgot that all these years, she has always been a good sister in your heart."
"I cannot be compared to the God of War, for I am unworthy. He is the God of War who saves all living beings; though he kills, he is also saving lives. But I cannot even save you. Do you understand my pain?"
Her cold forehead pressed tightly against the back of Mu Yunhe's hand, which was rolling around on her back. Her dry eyes stung and throbbed, but not a single tear fell.
Despair seemed to have enveloped her once again. Mu Yunhe's condition seemed to have stalled once more, leaving her trapped in a predicament, all her efforts seemingly in vain. Everything was back to square one, a complete overhaul and restart. She had lost patience, and Mu Yunhe had no time to wait.
Mu Yunhe, what can I do to save you...?
Outside the door, the King stared intently at the wet nurse without blinking, while the wet nurse seemed quite uncomfortable, avoiding the King's gaze and standing stiffly in front of the door like a gatekeeper.
Poison Saint sat to the side, watching the World King's peach blossom eyes fixed on the wet nurse. His face darkened instantly, and he sneered, "You've taken a fancy to that wet nurse? You have everything she has. Are you so thirsty that you want just anyone? How disgusting!"
The Queen leaned softly towards the Poison Saint, but she didn't fall into his arms. Instead, she pulled him into her embrace and hugged him tightly. Then, ignoring his struggles, she forced his head towards her mouth and insisted on kissing his dry, old face.
Tong Lao and the others were already used to it, but they still found it nauseating. Only General Murong watched with great interest, always smiling and encouraging the Prince, and giving him a tip or two. As a result, the Prince quickly became friends with General Murong, and the two became very close. However, Poison Saint hated General Murong to death.
"Get the hell out of here!" Poison Saint roared, cursing inwardly. "Damn it, shouldn't I be the one forcing a kiss on you? You shameless woman, always doing this kind of thing."
"Would it kill you to give me a kiss?" the Prince asked coquettishly, sending goosebumps down everyone's spines. She then asked with a smile, "Why did you sound so sour, my beloved? Did you get jealous because I glanced at that wet nurse? I'm so happy! But don't worry, my beloved, I will only love you for the rest of my life and will never look at anyone else, regardless of gender."
"Get lost! I'm not your beloved concubine! You've fallen for one? What are all your male concubines then? Chickens, ducks, geese, cats, and dogs? Don't try to fool me anymore, I'm not falling for it." The Poison Saint stomped hard on the World King's foot, got up, and went to the other side to fiddle with poisons.
The King didn't mind; this was much better. Before, the Poison Saint wouldn't have even bothered with her. No matter how much she caused trouble, the Poison Saint ignored her. If she provoked him, he'd yell a few words, and if he was angry, he'd completely stop talking to her, sometimes ignoring her for days. How did she survive back then? She spent all her time trying to please him, using all sorts of tricks, but they were all coldly rejected by him in the end.
So that's why she brought back so many men in a fit of anger, right? And then what? This man, to whom she had devoted her entire life, just left without a word. It's ridiculous, isn't it? The Poison Saint left, and before he left, he had a huge fight with her, calling her a shameless, cheap woman, comparing her to a prostitute in a brothel—only prostitutes sleep with so many men. He called her shameless.
She struck him that day. For someone as skilled in martial arts as her, a single slap from him could have killed someone. Yet, in her rage, she held back, but even a fraction of her strength was unbearable for him, who was then merely a frail scholar. Their relationship crumbled overnight. They remained estranged from then on.
During that time, she didn't dare to see him, didn't dare to look for him, and didn't dare to ask him anything. She was afraid, wasn't she? Afraid that he would reject her, afraid that he would anger her, afraid that she would hurt him. So, in a moment of carelessness, she let him escape successfully.
But that damned man actually ran back to his hometown to marry his so-called fiancée. The Queen chased after him in a rage. When she saw him, she tried to be humble and coax him back, knowing she was truly in love with him. But when she learned of his impending marriage, the Queen was absolutely furious.
The man who had already married her, the man who was already her wife, dared to let another woman have his way with her. This was a great disgrace and an unforgivable insult to the domineering and ruthless King Shi!
In a fit of rage, she killed his supposedly beloved fiancée, as well as the woman's entire family!
Naturally, she also angered the Poison Saint!
Her memory was hazy, filled with pain; fragmented pieces seemed to depict their arguments and cold wars. On that day, she killed her rival, and in doing so, she murdered her love.
So why did they separate? Was it a setup? Murder? Coercion? Or forced separation? Or perhaps an insurmountable bloody barrier between them? In any case, they parted ways. And decades passed since then.
He left, taking his hatred and humiliation with him. All he left her with was eternal ruthlessness and coldness, a life of playing with people's feelings, one male concubine after another, and her shattered illusions and loss of faith in love. Decades ago, she stopped believing in love, because it was too ridiculous. The man she loved, who could look at her with such deep affection, would always reject her with sharp, cold words.
Did she hate him too? Why did he poison her before he left? She had thought a thousand times that if she ever met this man again, she would tear him to pieces and feed him to the dogs, because he had made her taste the agony of unbearable pain—not just from the poison, but also from the unbearable longing.
Love is honey, sweet enough to sustain life. Love is poison, deadly enough to kill!
She struggled between these two kinds of love, but she also had to thank him for making her immune to all poisons. She would swallow any poison he gave her without hesitation, just to prove what she had said: she loved him, loved him so much that she would die for him! The sky roared.
A sharp bang startled the King, who was lost in bitter, sharp memories, causing a sharp pain in his nerves. 16628286
"You bastard! You're really staring at this woman endlessly? When did your tastes change? I congratulate all the men in the world and pray for the women who are suffering. Congratulations to the men for escaping the clutches of the World King, and prayers that the women won't be so unlucky as to be targeted by you." The Poison Saint sneered fiercely.
The King of the World didn't speak, but stared at the Poison Saint with a half-smile, which immediately extinguished any flames the Poison Saint might have. He snorted coldly and turned away, no longer looking at her.
It's still so awkward. I say I don't love him, but when we actually meet again, how can I still hate him? All that's left is a burning love, a desire to melt him away.
The door suddenly opened, and Luo Zhiheng shouted in a panic, "Quick, quick, check on him! His whole body is convulsing!"
Huo Yun and Du Sheng immediately rushed in, and even Elder Tong and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they all rushed in after them.
As the wet nurse was about to go in, her wrist was grabbed by the king. When she turned around and glared at him, the king said with a gloomy face, "We don't need you here. You come with me!"
The king forcibly took the wet nurse away. In his palace, the king threw the wet nurse away and leisurely sat down in his chair, one foot on the stool, propping his chin up with his arm, without saying a word. He just stared at the wet nurse without blinking, but his gaze was so sharp that it seemed to be able to see through the wet nurse's soul.
The wet nurse was a little uneasy, but she forced herself to remain calm and asked, "Is there something you need, Your Highness?"
"You are very afraid of me." This wasn't a question; the Queen stated it definitively. She leaned forward slightly and said, "Speak, what exactly is your relationship with the Silver Moon Kingdom?"
The king's words stirred up a storm in the wet nurse's heart!
The wet nurse's face was slightly pale, but she calmly said, "This servant doesn't understand what Your Majesty is talking about. The Silver Moon Kingdom is such a mysterious existence, this servant has never heard of it before, how could it have anything to do with the Silver Moon Kingdom?"
"Don't try to fool me. You think you can play tricks on me? Not even your master, Luo Zhiheng, can." The King smiled casually, but his words were sharp: "Do you know why I've been so tolerant of Luo Zhiheng since I emerged from seclusion? Let me tell you, firstly, I've taken a liking to Mu Yunhe's identity as a diviner. In this entire world, the only one the Silver Moon Kingdom fears is probably the Divination Heavenly Palace. Secondly, I like Luo Zhiheng. Some of her traits and personality traits really feel... very familiar to me!"
Every word the King spoke made the wet nurse's heart sink, but the last sentence made her heart plummet to the bottom!
"But even if I am familiar with her myself, it doesn't matter. The Silver Moon Prince stationed in the Southern Dynasty also said that he seems to recognize Luo Zhiheng. Can you explain to me why?" the Prince said with a half-smile.
"Nonsense!" the wet nurse exclaimed in surprise.
"How can this be so absurd? So, isn't it that Luo Zhiheng feels familiar to us, but rather that I feel familiar with you, my young and beautiful wet nurse? But how am I familiar with you?" The King laughed.
Looking at the smile on the Prince's face, the wet nurse was shocked to realize that the Prince's words just now were actually a trick! The Prince had not noticed anything special about Luo Zhiheng at all. He was just trying to get information out of her. She must have given something away to make the Prince notice.
But as long as the King doesn't notice anything different about Luo Zhiheng, the young master's absolute safety can be guaranteed.
“This servant does not know what Your Majesty means. Perhaps it is because this servant looks too ordinary and resembles other people,” the wet nurse said calmly.
The king narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, his smile exceptionally charming: "You are very calm, but your calmness cannot deceive me. You have been afraid since the first time you saw me, and you have been avoiding me. If you avoided me because you thought I was a man, that doesn't make sense. Because you not only avoided me, but also feared me, and even hated me."
“That’s because you hurt Miss. That’s what I thought at the time,” the wet nurse quickly said. 17.
"No! It wasn't because of that. It was because you knew I was a woman back then!" The Queen mercilessly exposed the wet nurse's lie. She said ominously, "Later, you displayed your unparalleled martial arts skills. Someone like you would never willingly stay as a wet nurse for a young lady from a third-class noble family. Unless there was a necessary reason, such as escaping pursuit!"
The wet nurse's pupils contracted, and in that instant, she was poised to strike at the World King at any moment.
The King, however, said with a mocking expression, "Don't be nervous, I won't harm you. If you really have some connection with the Silver Moon Kingdom, and are the person I'm thinking of, then I won't kill you. But if you have a grudge against the Silver Moon Kingdom, then you are doomed. I'll give you one more chance. Tell me, who are you? I need to know your true identity!"
The wet nurse was driven to the brink. They had been hiding it so well; could it really be that because of her, the young lady's secret had been exposed? She would never be able to face her mistress again, even in death. The Prince was both righteous and wicked; until she could ascertain his true nature and his reaction upon learning the truth, she would rather die than reveal the truth in order to protect her young mistress's safety!
"I am merely the young lady's wet nurse, nothing more!"
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269. A flaw! A shocking identity!
Updated: 2013-08-19 16:52:48 Word Count: 3256
Suddenly, the Queen unleashed her full aura, cold and domineering. She flung a piece of paper from her sleeve and sneered, "Do you know what this is? It's the evidence Luo Zhiheng used to expose Mu Qingya. Such detailed evidence from so many years ago! This paper is made with a secret technique of the Silver Moon Kingdom—waterproof and fireproof. These notes are from the scribes of the Silver Moon Kingdom who kept records of important figures and their families during the Mu Dynasty! Only the Silver Moon Kingdom could produce such detailed records!"
"Whatever is recorded on this paper, it is classified as confidential according to the rules of the Silvermoon Kingdom! It must never be known to outsiders. But your young master was able to obtain the original document directly. Don't tell me that this matter has nothing to do with you. If you are not a high-ranking figure in the Silvermoon Kingdom, it is absolutely impossible for you to obtain such a confidential document!"
The king abruptly threw the paper at the wet nurse's pale face, slammed his fist on the table, and demanded sharply, "If you have no connection with the Silver Moon Kingdom, how could you have obtained something like this? If you are not a high-ranking figure in the Silver Moon Kingdom, how could you have had contact with its secret figures? If you are just an ordinary wet nurse, how could you possibly use the martial arts techniques that only nobles in the Silver Moon Kingdom can learn!"
Flaws often appear unexpectedly! As the King relentlessly questioned her, the wet nurse's usually composed face finally cracked!
"Now, how do you intend to argue with me?" The King walked step by step toward the wet nurse, her gaze brewing a maddening and unfathomable storm. She asked, "Your age looks very similar to someone I know. I forgot to tell you, the face-reading nanny from Silver Moon Kingdom has already secretly observed you. She said you're still a virgin! A virgin, what makes you think you can breastfeed someone else's child? What qualifications do you have to be a wet nurse?"
The wet nurse finally closed her eyes tightly, her heart filled with fear and struggle, her mind a jumble of horrific memories. She didn't know how to escape or forget the past, nor how to face the King's interrogation. She knew that traveling with the King this time would likely lead to the discovery of their secret, but she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly.
What should be done? Protecting the young master is the top priority, but the king probably won't easily believe her. But the truth must not be told. She can only learn about what happened back then from the old servant who brought her and her master out and raised them, but the old servant doesn't know much either, only that there was murder, conspiracy, and betrayal.
The old servant didn't know whether the person who had been chasing them was Emperor Xian or Prince Shi. Because Emperor Xian and Prince Shi looked exactly alike, the situation was critical, with pursuers and deadly attacks right behind them. The old servant risked his life to get them out. Along the way, all of the master's personal guards were wiped out, and the master's father also died in that disaster, dying to protect the master.