In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 191: The Hidden Poison

Gongsun Xing nodded. "Although the cup imitates the style of Chengqian Hall, its base does not bear the imperial seal. Combined with the strong reaction to the poison-detection solution, I dare speculate that Aconite was mixed into the clay when this cup was made."

Hearing this, the Imperial Consort Zhou’s hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

Yue Mingxuan noticed and imdiately understood. "Is she unwell? Why is her hand shaking so badly?"

The Imperial Consort Zhou shot Yue Mingxuan a glare and forced her composure. "Your Majesty, we cannot act solely on the word of Miracle Doctor Gongsun..."

Gongsun Xing glanced at her and said, "If Your Highness has doubts, you may take this cup back and use it for seven days to verify."

anwhile, the silver needles Gongsun Xing had inserted into Rong Qinglei’s acupoints began to take effect.

The comatose prince let out a muffled groan and a trickle of dark blood forming at the corner of his mouth.

The Emperor who fear the poison had worsened quickly asked, "Miracle Doctor Gongsun, is my son beyond saving?"

Gongsun Xing shook his head. "I just stimulated several key acupoints on Prince Qing with the silver needles and activating his own immune system. He is now detoxifying. However, he is naturally weak. After he awakens, further dicinal treatnt will be necessary."

Hearing that the Aconite poison was being neutralized, Yue Mingxuan’s face brightened with relief. "How long until the toxicity is completely eliminated?"

Gongsun Xing stepped forward again, placing his hand on Rong Qinglei’s pulse.

After a mont of contemplation, he said, "At the fastest, three to five days; at the slowest, about half a month. That should suffice."

With Rong Qinglei’s life no longer in imdiate danger, the Emperor’s expression eased considerably. "Summon the attendants, issue the reward."

Gongsun Xing remained indifferent, not even offering words of thanks. To him, charging for dical treatnt was natural and these material rewards were insignificant.

At that mont, Yue Mingxuan stepped forward, kneeling. "Your Majesty, I wish to take full responsibility for Prince Qing’s dicines and food while he remains unconscious. I humbly request your permission."

The palace was filled with schers; one lapse in attention could land soone in a trap.

With Rong Qinglei unconscious, Yue Mingxuan wanted to be the one to protect him.

The Emperor nodded and silently granting his request.

When the Imperial Consort Zhou had previously accused Yue Mingxuan, he had not believed he was truly at fault, but out of courtesy, he had kept him confined.

Now that Gongsun Xing had clarified everything, it was best for him to care for Rong Qinglei until he awakened.

Looking at Rong Qinglei lying on the sickbed, the Emperor’s brows were tightly furrowed with an unrelenting anger.

He was not yet old, yet already there were people scheming and causing all sorts of trouble.

If not for Qing’er’s extraordinary luck and repeated encounters with tily assistance that turned misfortune into fortune, the Emperor might already have been forced to bury his own kin.

Thinking this, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes as he said, "Anyone who has co into contact with the instrunts used by Prince Qing shall all be beaten to death with staffs."

Hearing the Emperor’s words, everyone present drew in a sharp breath.

Even the Imperial Consort Zhou’s face turned pale with fear.

This single order would cost at least twenty lives and judging by the Emperor’s expression, it still did not seem enough.

Seeing the Emperor’s fury, Gongsun Xing frowned.

The deaths of those people were, in a way, indirectly connected to him; one could even say he had contributed to them. He spoke cautiously, "I humbly hope Your Majesty will show rcy, so as to accumulate blessings for Prince Qing while he is ill."

Yue Mingxuan followed with his own counsel, "Your Majesty, if not for soone pulling strings behind the scenes, those people would never dare attempt to harm Prince Qing. It is more important to catch the mastermind."

The Emperor pondered for a mont before saying, "Send all these people to the execution chamber. I do not believe we cannot uncover the perpetrator behind this."

His final words nearly burst out through gritted teeth, a testant to the intensity of his rage.

Yue Mingxuan and Gongsun Xing exchanged a glance, understanding that this was already the limit of their influence.

Anyone involved in plotting against the heir would face near-certain death; the fact that the Emperor allowed even a small leniency was already a sign of considerable favor toward Gongsun Xing.

With the matter settled, Gongsun Xing bowed to the Emperor and departed on his own.

Before leaving, he said to Yue Mingxuan, "The tools you requested have been prepared. When you have ti, you may go and collect them."

Yue Mingxuan nodded.

He was eager to see the original surgical instrunts recreated in this era, though he was unsure of the quality of the Sword Forge Villa and whether they could follow the blueprints perfectly.

After Gongsun Xing left, the Emperor also departed after a while.

Since most of the palace staff had been sent to the execution chamber, Chengqian Hall felt empty and desolate.

Yue Mingxuan sat by the bedside and resting his chin on his hand as he studied Rong Qinglei.

At present, Rong Qinglei possessed a position of supre power within reach, yet this sa position exposed him to unimaginable risks.

As a friend, Yue Mingxuan wished he could live a leisurely life as a prince, but in matters of succession, the loser could never live in peace.

Rong Qinglei’s frail body should have allowed him to avoid these dangerous entanglents, yet the Emperor had brought him into the center of the storm.

High positions co with extre peril; Yue Mingxuan feared that the higher Rong Qinglei rose, the harder he would fall.

Thinking of this, Yue Mingxuan sighed.

He also recalled Gongsun Xing’s explanation of the thod used to poison the prince and was struck by the depth of palace intrigue and the cruelty of the schers.