She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 599 - 598: The Antidote, Only She Has It

The Idle King couldn’t extricate the poison, and his plump face, squeezing his small eyes, was trembling.

He extended his finger towards Qin Wu.

"You, you just watch her poison the Imperial Kinsmen and Nobility?!"

This was poisoning someone right in front of the Emperor!

He couldn’t believe Qin Wu could endure this.

After all, they were half-siblings from the same father—

The Idle King’s hope had not yet faded when he saw Qin Wu speak without expression, "Has the Prime Minister poisoned the Idle King?"

"No, your humble servant is loyal and true, how could I do such a thing, I merely gave the Idle King a sugar pill, if you do not believe me, you can call the Imperial Physician to diagnose," Qin Zhen was all innocence and righteousness.

"You’re bloody lying, just now you said that only you have the antidote, and now what about a sugar pill?!" The Idle King stopped mid-sentence as he spoke.

By now, he finally understood.

"You two are in cahoots! You’ve joined forces to take my life!"

His belated realization was filled with pity.

Qin Wu clicked her tongue, then gestured towards her head to Qin Zhen, indicating that the Idle King had a problem there.

Qin Zhen sincerely nodded.

Got it.

No wonder the Idle King managed to live without concern for his life after the succession battle, the case was finally cracked.

The Idle King was so angered by the interaction between the two women that his fatty flesh trembled uncontrollably.

He wanted to go mad but was mindful of the poison Qin Zhen had given him.

"You low—" The Idle King saw the murderous look in Qin Zhen’s eyes and immediately shut his mouth, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"With the envoy from the Chu Kingdom soon to visit, this official hopes the Idle King can remain calm and cease those little schemes within Jinyang City for a bit, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" The Idle King’s throat tightened as he asked.

Qin Zhen let out a faint smile, raised her hand, and the Idle King felt a cool breeze by his ear, followed immediately by his hair by the temple being cut and falling. Qin Wu’s longsword was in Qin Zhen’s hand before he knew it.

All of it happened in the blink of an eye.

"You guess."

The Idle King felt a chilling sensation down his spine as if he were in an ice cellar.

What was he to guess?

Guess when the poison would claim his life?

"The antidote must be taken every three days, the Idle King can come directly to this official for it," Qin Zhen whispered, revealing a slight smile, "You must always remember this official’s life-saving grace, Your Highness the Idle King." She finished speaking and playfully winked at the Idle King.

Although she had a pretty face, in the eyes of the Idle King at that moment, her smile was like King Yan coming to claim his soul, scaring him into rolling and crawling out of the great hall.

And so, only Qin Wu and she remained in the hall.

"If you hadn’t come, I would’ve killed him already," Qin Wu calmly faced her own desire to kill.

Such a pest should be removed sooner rather than later.

Qin Zhen shook her head, "Song Huaxu is very suspicious by nature, if he seizes this opportunity, he will surely turn the Qin State upside down, we can’t take this risk."

"That was a sugar bean, right?" Qin Wu felt she made sense and asked.

Qin Zhen looked at Qin Wu, "Your Majesty, it truly was poison, developed by Red Buddha’s Hand herself, the Heartbreak Powder, which if the antidote is not taken every three days, will result in death by intestinal rupture."

And the antidote was only available from her.

It was fine for the Idle King to go out and seek a doctor’s examination.

As long as you can keep this fat pig from causing trouble during Song Huaxu’s time in the Qin State, that’ll be enough.

In the dimly lit room.

The pervasive odor of medicinal herbs was nauseating.

The last flicker of the candlelight wavered twice on the candlestick before extinguishing, plunging the room into darkness. The palace maid groped in the dark, took out a new candle, inserted it into the holder, and gently lit it, restoring light to the interior.

"Cough, cough!" The heavy coughing sounds kept coming from behind the bed curtains.

"You’re going to die." The girl’s soft voice carried not a trace of emotion.

She pulled out the silver needle and expressionlessly placed it back in its box, then turned to leave.

"...Are you happy for your elder sister?" A hoarse male voice arose from behind the curtains. He pulled off his wide sleeve to cover the arm full of needle marks, and his three thousand black hairs fell behind him. His complexion was pale and feeble, bearing none of the former vitality and vigor of the bright full moon.

Xiao Pingfeng covered his mouth with the back of his hand and coughed a few more times. A metallic sweetness in his throat made him look down, and indeed, he saw specks of blood on the back of his hand.

The girl, clad in pale green palace attire, slowly turned around, revealing a face that, though still young, already showed the first signs of devastating beauty.

"I don’t get involved in your affairs," the girl spoke indifferently, her eyes serene despite her youth.

Seeing this, a stubborn look flickered in Xiao Pingfeng’s eyes. "If she knew you were in my hands, she would come back to save you no matter what."

"Then what?" The girl fixed her gaze on the emperor in front of her. "Then will you proceed to kill me as you did in Yan Jing?"

As she spoke, she glanced toward a jar covered with a red cloth. Everyone knew the horrifying sight that lay beneath the red cloth.

"Even if you kill me, you won’t survive. Qin Erya’s host body is on the verge of exhaustion, and the Mother Poisonous Insect residing in her will also die. I am your only hope for living," she raised a hand, "Isn’t that precisely why you went through all the trouble to capture me? Your Majesty."

The girl was none other than the long-missing Ghost Doctor, Red Buddha’s Hand, Yan Lingzhen.

Three years had been ample time for a delicate young girl to grow up.

Compared to her frailty three years ago, she had now blossomed. With every move, she radiated a tranquil elegance, her mere presence sufficient to soothe and focus the mind.

Xiao Pingfeng greedily absorbed the aspects of her features that resembled his beloved.

It seemed that just one glance a day was enough to extend his life.

"I want to see her," Xiao Pingfeng repeated, the corners of his eyes red with fervor. "Xiaoliu, before I die, I want to see her, I want to see our child."

"You’re not going to die." Yan Lingzhen pressed her lips together. "You have to repay my sister yourself."

She had no intention of being the messenger.

Moreover, the deaths of Yan Jing and Cong Ge could not be disassociated from Xiao Pingfeng.

"...Cough, cough, yes, I owe her so much that even death would not be sufficient for me to repay. I made her sad... caused her grief..." Xiao Pingfeng casually picked up a drink from the side and poured it down his throat.

The heavy aroma of alcohol, mingled with the taste of blood, violently sprayed from his throat.

"Your Majesty!" The palace attendant was startled and rushed forward.

Xiao Pingfeng slowly fell backward, a single teardrop crystal clear at the corner of his eye.

A man’s words are kind at the approach of death.

Yan Lingzhen felt discomfort watching this scene unfold.

"Miss Liu, please, save His Majesty, Miss Liu!" the palace maid called out.

Yan Lingzhen let out a long sigh.

She approached and placed her hand on his pulse.

Weakened, his end was near.

He wouldn’t even last until the Mother Poisonous Insect perished; Xiao Pingfeng’s body was already failing.

"He has at most half a year left. If we can’t find a way to remove the Poisonous Insect Poison, medicine and acupuncture will be of no use." She was about to withdraw her hand when it was seized by another hand, pressing down on her wrist.

"...Xiaoliu, your sister... please..." In this moment, the legendary emperor actually begged.