Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife-Chapter 1963 - 488: An Yiqing Poisoned (Part 4)

Lancelot laughed sinisterly, the furrows between An Yiqing and Qin Yue’s brows twitched, and a trace of unease surged in their hearts.

"The two contestants from the Medicine Sect, this is the topic the Divine Institute Team has set for you." With a wave of his right hand, Lancelot’s other team members carried over a large box.

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Lancelot opened the box and carefully removed the items inside.

To everyone’s surprise, there were several pots of flowers vibrant with vivid beauty. However, the colors of the flowers were somewhat bizarre, likely special varieties cultivated with chemical agents.

"These are new varieties my teammates and I cultivated in the laboratory. In half an hour, please identify the chemical components of these flowers using the ’Look, Smell, Ask, and Cut’ method." Lancelot said.

As soon as Lancelot finished speaking, whispers immediately filled the room. In the field of chemistry, using one’s nose to smell and eyes to observe is indeed a method of identifying chemical agents. Not only in chemistry, but these two methods are also commonly used in medical science. However, they are subject to strict limitations. For example, toxic agents cannot be identified using smell.

"Rest assured, the components within the flowers have been tested, and no toxic substances are present. You can be at ease," Lancelot said with a smile.

Seeing Lancelot’s meaningful smile, An Yiqing’s heart jumped, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Junior Sister, my observational skills are the sharpest, let me handle this." Qin Yue also sensed something was amiss and stepped forward.

An Yiqing shook her head, "Third Senior Brother, your eyesight is the best, but your taste and smell are not as sharp as mine. I’ll take the lead, and you assist me by providing support."

Without giving Qin Yue the chance to agree, she decisively walked towards Lancelot.

With Lancelot’s mysterious smile, An Yiqing and Qin Yue began their examination!

First, the initial pot of flowers was a variety of roses, except its petals were composed of seven colors, and it emitted a strong and pungent fragrance.

An Yiqing bent down, smelling the petals intricately, then carefully observed the rose’s leaves and core.

Next, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, she reached out to pluck a petal and licked it with the tip of her tongue.

"Junior Sister!" Qin Yue was startled, hurriedly stepping forward to stop An Yiqing’s actions.

"Don’t worry, Senior Brother, the jury has verified that these chemical components are non-toxic and won’t affect my health," An Yiqing reassured with a smile, before suddenly raising her head and casting a cool glance at Lancelot, "Besides, the Divine Institute Team members wouldn’t resort to such ungentlemanly behavior. If something happens to me during or after the competition, like poisoning, vomiting, diarrhea, or a sudden unexpected death, the Divine Institute Team would surely be held accountable. Isn’t that right, Captain Lancelot?"

Lancelot raised his eyebrows at the mention of his name, "Indeed! I am confident that the flowers cultivated by the Divine Institute Team are such that very few in this world could identify them!" He couldn’t believe that An Yiqing would have the last laugh!

Lancelot failed to notice that behind him, Ariel, who had remained silent, turned pale and even wobbled slightly at An Yiqing’s mention of "sudden unexpected death."

An Yiqing withdrew her gaze from Lancelot, delicately tasting the flavor on the petal and thoroughly discussing her experience with Qin Yue. The two of them collaboratively recorded the chemical components found in the first pot of flowers.

Next, to everyone’s anticipation, An Yiqing began observing the second pot of flowers.

This variety was unfamiliar to An Yiqing; she could only use her sensory perceptions to analyze the components within. With Qin Yue’s extraordinary eyesight likened to a microscope, the two quickly identified the chemical components in the second pot.

Then came the third pot, and the fourth.

The duo’s condition improved progressively, with their speed in identifying chemical components increasing steadily. Lancelot’s expression grew darker; An Yiqing’s speed in identification had surpassed his expectations.

The seventh pot of flowers—the final one.

Approaching it, An Yiqing suddenly furrowed her brows. For reasons she couldn’t explain, the unease within her grew increasingly intense.

At that moment, a sudden sound of a kettle bursting echoed throughout the arena.