Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife-Chapter 494: Where Did This Monk Suddenly Come From?
Qi Yun’s expression softened, his tone much calmer: "Issue orders; whatever they need, they must be unconditionally provided!"
"Yes!" Chen Zhong turned to leave to pass on the orders, but he faced back again, "Your Majesty, you must also take care of your health."
Suddenly so many people fell ill, heaven knows if the Emperor might be affected?
"I know, go quickly!"
Qi Yun impatiently waved his hand.
...
Inside the room, Duanmu Nan and Qian Jia were developing an antidote specifically for the Tomb Miasma Poison. They had been working on it for a long time and had made some progress, but it still needed to be tested.
"Amitabha, the tester could very well die. Master Duanmu, what do you think we should do?"
Duanmu Nan turned to look at the two people lying in the distance, gently shaking his head, "They cannot be sent on such a risky endeavor, I won’t allow it, and neither will the Emperor."
"Then..." Qian Jia looked at him with a face of compassion, yet with a resolute gaze, "Others will have to be sacrificed."
Duanmu Nan fell silent for a moment and said, "Please!"
"You too, please!"
They came outside, where many people were already lying down, a lot had fallen into comas, some were awake but their minds were already blurry, and others were struggling, pleading for help over there.
Chen Zhong came over, swept his horsetail whisk, and said: "Sirs, His Majesty sent this old servant to ask if the medicine has been developed?"
"It’s ready, but it needs people to test it."
Duanmu Nan glanced at some of the sick palace maids and eunuchs, a flash of helplessness in his eyes.
Someone had to test the medicine; neither Long Yue nor Li Qingmu could, so only these palace attendants could be sacrificed.
Chen Zhong was stunned, glancing at the palace attendants lying around, resolutely said: "Mr. Duanmu, just use the medicine; there’s plenty of ’materials’!"
This "material" isn’t just the ingredients, but also... the people to test the medicine!
Thus, Qian Jia used different medications on these palace attendants for testing.
On the other side, Duanmu Nan used his acupuncture techniques to gradually expel toxins from Long Yue, trying to delay the onset of the Tomb Miasma and the pain it caused.
"Mr. Duanmu, Master Qian Jia, more and more people are getting sick!"
A rather bad news came from outside.
Duanmu Nan’s gaze slightly tightened, turned to Qian Jia, and said: "Master Qian Jia, shouldn’t you first go and remove the Tomb Miasma Poison from the tomb?"
If the Tomb Miasma doesn’t get removed, more people will be poisoned and fall ill!
Qian Jia fell silent for a moment, sighed: "Without people, we wouldn’t have anyone to test the medicine, unless you want your apprentice to test it?"
This...
Duanmu Nan looked at him silently; he said nothing, the regulations of Bailing Valley were there, he absolutely couldn’t commit such inhumane acts, but Qian Jia was different.
This person, how to say, has no limits in his actions.
At least, to outsiders, he is seen as someone without limits.
Though claimed to be a monk, he indulges in meat and wine, yet holds Buddha in his heart, he always says, in dealing with people, it’s enough to act with a clear conscience.
Such a person lives carefree, making others enviable.
Suddenly, Duanmu Nan said: "Is this visit by Master Qian Jia specifically to save Yue’er?"
As he asked this, he was puzzled, Qian Jia and Long Yue had never met, how did he travel such a long way to save him?
"Amitabha, saving a life surpasses building a seven-story pagoda, this old monk is just offering a meager effort."
This monk, could say such things without any psychological burden?
"Looks like Master Qian Jia was entrusted by someone."
Master Qian Jia pressed his hands together, devoutly: "Buddha says: Cannot say, cannot say!"
...
Chunhua Palace.
Queen Qiao looked at the shadow in front of her, her face somewhat surprised and a bit joyful, this time, she wasn’t sitting in front of the vanity, but was bathing.
The Chunhua Palace had a hot spring pool, three zhangs wide, over three chi deep, the pool’s edge was crafted with the finest white jade, engraved with golden lotuses and inlaid with pearls, naturally opulent.
In the hot spring, mist wafted upward, the water surface shimmered, petals of various colors floated on the steaming water, exuding waves of floral fragrance.
Queen Qiao just sat in the hot spring pool, wearing only a short, light garment, her vast expanse of fair skin exposed outside, water beads gathered on her skin and slowly slid down, truly embodying the poem "Spring chill grants bath in Huaqing Pool, a slippery warmth washes the congealed grease."
Queen Qiao’s gaze cold, and her expression impatient as she looked at Pang Wenzheng.
"What is the matter with that monk? Earlier, I thought he was someone you arranged, but now it seems he’s here to cause trouble!"
"Splash!"
As Queen Qiao spoke, she slapped the water surface, stirring up large waves.
It’s truly her first time being so angry.
The trap was clearly set, and they could have died with no burial place, yet a strange monk suddenly appeared, with a few moves of drunken boxing, left them dazed.
Following this, she even had to face the opponent’s counterattack!
The cost was extremely painful!
Her hand clenched into a fist, staring at the man opposite: "Speak, just speak? Heh, before, weren’t you eloquent, with an imposing attitude as if no one could surpass you? How about now? Constantly defeated, constantly fighting, crucially, always losing to the same person! Haha, ridiculous, truly ridiculous!"
"Empress!"
Pang Wenzheng admonished coldly, he took the initiative to be with Queen Qiao, was it truly for love?
No, it wasn’t, rather, Queen Qiao had utility value for him!
Since it wasn’t real love, Pang Wenzheng couldn’t tolerate Queen Qiao mocking him like this, he became angry.
He strode forward, dove into the water, reached his front in several moves, and grabbed her wrist.
"Queen Qiao, failure, do you think I love seeing it? This is related to my Da Rong’s rise and fall, related to my honor and disgrace; I dream of making calculated advances, rising all the way to the top! However, events never go entirely as planned."
Pang Wenzheng said, his face gradually twisted, "I always thought man can conquer heaven, but heaven’s played me a huge joke, each time as I was about to succeed, the efforts were wasted! It infuriates me, truly infuriates me! That woman!!"
He was so angered, grinding his teeth, his voice turning hoarse.
This time, he specially ordered people, spent enormous amounts to retrieve the Tomb Miasma Poison from that secret realm, intending to kill Long Yue and his wife, even hoping Qi Yun and others would be poisoned, so upon their return, before long, the Emperor would perish.
With Qi Yun, this Dog Emperor dead, the Crown Prince, Third Prince, and Seventh Prince would fight for the throne, surely causing a storm of blood in the city; then, his Da Rong warriors would march south and seize the vast lands of Dazhou!
Yet, it was just a little bit short, just that tiny bit!
The Tomb Miasma Poison was spotted by that damned monk and uncovered, which, while accelerating the poisoning speed, also exposed the existence of the "Tomb Miasma Poison."
The Emperor travels, bringing many skilled Imperial Physicians, crucially including Duanmu Nan, a near-miraculous healer, should they truly develop an antidote, then this time, he again lost.
Moreover, the loss was worse than the previous times!
Before, it was merely the loss of some subordinates; they could be cultivated further, but the Tomb Miasma Poison..., it was his ace; exposed early, many plans would have to be advanced!
