Chapter 34: Ambition Is a Good Thing

The emperor paced outside, his eyebrows and eyes full of anxiety. Reason told him that a little girl really couldn't have any detoxification method.

Moreover, this woman seemed to come with nothing, how did she plan to detoxify the Phoenix King?

But the Imperial Hospital was helpless and even asserted that the Phoenix King would not survive this month - the Phoenix King had been poisoned for more than two months, and the symptoms had been getting worse.

The emperor was extremely anxious and posted the imperial edict all over the world. Many people who claimed to be miracle doctors came in two months, but no one could detoxify the Phoenix King.

Even if there was a little hope, he was unwilling to give up, even if this hope sounded so slim.

In the bedroom, the woman walked to the edge of the bed and looked at the man lying on the bed - in fact, strictly speaking, he could only be regarded as a teenager.

A beautiful teenager.

He was called the Son of God. In addition to his natural supernatural powers, this face was also a rare and stunning face in the Chu State, and was called "the face of the Son of God" by the people.

After a brief look, the woman took the boy's wrist and felt his pulse. The pulse was disordered and weak, which was indeed a symptom of poison entering the lungs.

Putting down the boy's wrist, the woman took out a rectangular brocade box from her sleeve. A row of silver needles were neatly placed in the brocade box, shining with cold light.

With her slender white fingers, she took out a three-inch long silver needle, grabbed the boy's hand and began to prick his finger.

After one needle, the boy lying on the bed suddenly turned over and jumped up, and in a blink of an eye, he pressed the woman under him.

The boy's eyes were cruel and cold. One hand pinched the woman's slender neck fiercely, and the low voice was full of murderous aura: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

This violent movement caused the true energy in his body to run wild. The boy coughed softly, and a strand of black blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, which was shocking.

The woman who was subdued on the bed did not speak, but just looked at her quietly. There seemed to be a layer of ice in her dark and clean pupils. She was silent, but it made people palpitate.

"You..." Why is the breath so familiar?

The boy was startled, slowly reached out to take off her hood, and a look of disbelief flashed across his beautiful face, "Your Highness?"

Under the hood, there was a noble and exquisite face, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Princess Yan Qing of Suzaku.

The boy's hand shrank back as if it was burned: "Your Highness, you...you..."

How did you suddenly come to the Phoenix Palace?

Yan Qing sat up from the bed, "Put your hand over here."

The boy was stunned and obediently stretched out his hand.

Yan Qing took the silver needle and stabbed it into his fingertips. The boy cried out in pain: "It hurts."

"Detoxification."

"That hurts too." The boy said, and looked at Yan Qing silently, "Why did your highness suddenly come to Chu?"

"I heard that you were poisoned, and came to see if you were dead."

The boy was immediately moved: "Your highness, are you concerned about me?"

Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked at him silently, grabbed another finger and stabbed it, and heard another cry as expected: "It hurts, it hurts!"

Black blood flowed from between his fingers, and Yan Qing grabbed his fingers and squeezed the black blood out without any gentleness: "Tell me, what's going on?"

The boy was silent, still Staring at his hand, "Your Highness, does this count as physical intimacy?"

Yan Qing's red lips curled slightly, holding his middle finger, and stabbed it hard: "Let you kiss twice more."

The boy frowned in pain: "Your Highness, be gentle."

"Is poisoning fun?"

"Not fun." The boy pouted and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, "There are too many jackals and tigers in Chu State, and it is hard to guard against them. I was careless for a moment and fell into the trap."

"Aren't you the son of God?"

The boy sat aside, his voice very calm: "To the subjects, I am the son of God, but it doesn't affect the enemies who want to kill me."

He was a prince of humble origin, but because of his natural supernatural powers, he became the most noble prince in Chu State except the crown prince.

Although he has enjoyed the admiration and respect of his people since he was a child, and has more prestige than the crown prince, he has no freedom, no power, and is controlled by others in everything he does. He can only stay in Fengwang Mansion to meditate and pray for the royal family.

When he was fourteen, he couldn't stand the boring life like being imprisoned, so he found an opportunity to sneak out.

This sneak lasted for three years.

Before he was fourteen, he didn't know any intrigues or plots, but when he returned to Chu after three years away, he had become the most respected "Son of God" by the people of Chu.

His father also ordered people to build a Son of God Temple for him in Fengwang Mansion. The respect of the subjects and the favor of his father made him the target of public criticism in an instant.

In the past six months, assassinations, poisoning, conspiracy and framing... Various means have emerged one after another, which is really annoying.

"Chu is a very contradictory country." Ji Weiyu's voice was full of irony, "From the king and ministers to the common people, everyone believes in the Son of God, but those who pursue power regard me as an enemy and want to get rid of me by any means."

As he said, the young man raised his eyes and looked at Yan Qing: "Your Highness, do you think it's strange?"

"No." Yan Qing said indifferently, "Because your existence has become an obstacle to their pursuit of power."

The young man was silent for a moment and nodded slowly: "How come Your Highness has time to come?"

"I'm just bored at home, so I came to see what you are up to."

"Your Highness, don't be so ruthless. It's thousands of miles, and it will take more than half a month to go even if you gallop." The young man said, holding Yan Qing's hand and putting it to his lips, "I'm very touched."

Yan Qing's eyes fell on his hands: "You don't want these claws anymore?"

The young man sneered and quickly let go, not daring to be presumptuous anymore.

"Um..." He looked at the pinch marks on Yan Qing's neck guiltily, "Your Highness, it doesn't hurt here, does it?"

"What do you think?"

"I'll ask Your Highness to take it back."

Yan Qing stood up and put away the silver needle: "What is the situation in Chu State now?"

"Infighting and killing each other." Ji Weiyu moved to the head of the bed and leaned against it, with a cold voice, "Originally, I had no interest in their throne at all, but I couldn't stand it anymore. Someone wanted to kill me again and again, so I, the Son of God, felt , If we don’t seize the throne, we will be sorry for their hard work.”

Yan Qing hummed: "It's a good thing to be ambitious."

"How are you, Your Highness?" Ji Weiyu raised his head and looked at Yan Qing, "Have you ever bullied you since you returned to Dayong?"

"Now I am the only one who bullies others."

Ji Weiyu raised the corner of her mouth slightly: "I just like His Highness's arrogance."

After saying that, he couldn't help but feel melancholy: "I think His Highness, the Son of God, was a simple and harmless young man at the beginning. After three years of being with His Highness, he has completely become a scheming and cunning person."

Yan Qing looked at him expressionlessly.

Ji Weiyu wanted to say something more, but suddenly his heart hurt. He coughed violently and suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood: "Pfft!"

Yan Qingji tapped the large acupuncture point at his heart and at the same time stuffed a fragrant pill into his mouth.

"You deserve it." Yan Qing said in a cold tone, "You look so stupid, do you deserve to be called cunning?"

Ji Weiyu refused to accept: "Scheming and cunning does not mean that one is immune to all poisons."