On top of the wall, the ninja with a face swollen like a pig’s head angrily said, "Bai Ruozhu, don’t go too far, don’t be too ruthless!"
Bai Ruozhu couldn’t help but laugh, "These words coming from a ninja? Do you ninjas ever hold back when you kill? But why are you in such a rush? Feeling guilty?"
At this mont, footsteps sounded from outside, followed by Lingzi’s deliberately lowered voice, "I’ve brought the items, how do we exchange?"
Jiang Yichun gave Yuan Licheng a look, Yuan Licheng adjusted the array, and the distant door suddenly opened, revealing Lingzi standing outside.
Lingzi quickly glanced at Anben, her emotions in her eyes were extrely complex.
She felt disappointed, but after all, she was a filial daughter and felt sowhat reluctant.
She glanced at the "Poison Classic" in her hand, feeling excited that this thing ended up in Bai Ruozhu’s hands; her father would already be furious, right?
This thought brought her a sense of revenge, making her feel a lot more comfortable inside.
"Put the book on the ground, I’ll let him go, he takes a step, you take a step back, but I warn you not to play tricks, I’m just looking for an excuse to go on a killing spree." Bai Ruozhu glanced at Anben briefly, knowing he certainly wouldn’t be reconciled, and was definitely plotting a sinister move.
"I only ask for my father’s safety, I hope you can keep your promise too." Lingzi said.
Bai Ruozhu turned to look at her, "The premise is he doesn’t cause trouble, for those who break their promises, I naturally won’t be polite."
Lingzi bit her lip and said to Anben, "Father, let’s leave first, you’ve been poisoned and need treatnt."
She was hinting for Anben not to act rashly, but unfortunately Anben wouldn’t listen, even glaring at her fiercely; if it weren’t for her exposing their identities, how would he have ended up like this?
Lingzi placed that part of the "Poison Classic" on the ground and then slowly retreated step by step, Jiang Yichun released Anben’s acupoint, letting him slowly walk over.
Bai Ruozhu had already made complete preparations, instructing Furball to wait by the "Poison Classic." If anyone dared to touch the "Poison Classic," Furball would bite without hesitation.
Anben walked step by step, nearing the "Poison Classic," when suddenly, a look of madness appeared in his eyes. He raised his palm, gathered his Qi, and struck fiercely at the "Poison Classic" on the ground.
No matter how special the "Poison Classic" was, it was still just a book, and the paper couldn’t withstand such impact. Using his inner strength, this palm would inevitably smash the Poison Classic, leaving Bai Ruozhu with nothing.
Yet, he was poisoned at this mont, although he was a Poison Master and had so tolerance to poisons, using his inner strength now was a foolish move, only causing the poison to erupt even more fiercely.
But that’s how crazed he was, willing to risk his life not to let Bai Ruozhu triumph.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Bai Ruozhu, who had set everything up, how could she have failed to make complete preparations?
The mont he raised his hand, Furball bit down, and simultaneously, a faint pink light blossod from Furball’s body, while Fang Luo, hiding on the side, gently pushed his palm forward.
Anben didn’t know what happened, only feeling like he had fallen into a deep, long sleep, waking to see the deceased Empress.
"izi, you look even better after a few days, but I miss you day and night, to the point of becoming haggard." Anben said, these words sounded familiar, as if he had said them before, but it ca out so naturally.
"How could I not miss you? When can we leave Kyoto?" izi asked in a lowered voice.
Anben’s expression changed, there was reluctance in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a glimr of hatred.
"We can’t leave, they won’t let us go." Anben spoke gloomily, scaring izi into turning pale, "Your family knows?"
"It’s the Imperial family, did you know? I am the legitimate eldest son of the forr Empress, they swapped away and planned to drown !" Anben revealed, the air pent up in his chest seed to have been exhaled, making him feel much better.
izi’s face turned deathly pale, "This isn’t true! Are you seeking revenge, is that why you refuse to leave with ?"
Anben turned away, "I can’t go, leaving would implicate the Anben Family, they’ve raised all these years, which hasn’t been easy, and the Palace won’t let go."
The two parted unhappily; later on, Anben watched as izi, disappointed, married the current Emperor.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and he t izi again. She hated him, yet still loved him. He coaxed her a little, and they reconciled and got back together.
"Look at this, what is it?" He took out a book, like treasure, to show izi.
"Poison Classic?" izi was confused, "Have you beco a Poison Master?"
She couldn’t imagine he, a re scholar, would get involved with poisons.
"A偶然得到的宝贝, once I master it, we won’t fear anything." He said with confidence, yet concern filled izi’s eyes.
Another few months passed in the blink of an eye, izi’s belly was slightly rounded, and she said with guilt, "Unfortunately, the child can’t know you’re his father, I owe you."
Anben tenderly embraced her, saying, "I’m the one who owes you, trust , once I have power, I’ll claim the child. You’ll still be the Empress here, my Empress!"
"That’s too dangerous, you mustn’t act impulsively." izi worriedly advised.
"Don’t worry, I’ll be thoroughly prepared." Anben patted izi’s back to soothe her and laughed, saying, "Once the child grows up, I’ll pass on half of the ’Poison Classic’ to him."
"Why only half?" izi asked, puzzled.
"I plan to leave the other half to the Anben Family, to repay their kindness in raising ." Anben said.
A look of admiration appeared in izi’s eyes, "You’re truly a good person who knows gratitude."
A blink of the eye, izi died in childbirth, leaving behind the Crown Prince. Afterward, the Emperor was deeply saddened, but Anben shut himself in his room for three days, crying countless tis.
If you asked who he felt most guilty toward in life, it would be izi alone.
Later, he fell gravely ill, losing his ambition for power; it took years before he recovered.
A three-year-old girl was brought before Anben, and the nanny respectfully said, "Sir, the lady feels lonely without children, and wishes to adopt from the clan. This little girl is quite clever, the lady feels a bond with her and chose her."
Anben looked at the little girl, her eyes bright and black, truly a promising child.
"What is your na?" he asked.
The little girl raised her head, unafraid, and said boldly, "Whatever na you give , that’s what I’ll be called."
"You’re so articulate for one so young, not bad. But in the future, you must call father." Anben smiled, kindly and warmly, "Tell , what was your original na?"
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