Chapter 475: Soul-Burying Flower

Three days ago?

Xi Gonggong thought carefully, then suddenly lifted his head and said, "Third Prince!"

That day the Third Prince came over to test his lessons, and His Majesty even lost his temper.

Testing lessons means books.

"Are the books still there?" Jiang Yunchu frowned, while massaging His Majesty's acupoints and inquiring details from Xi Gonggong.

The toxin suppressed by Zi Wei is very skillful; otherwise, the toxin would have accumulated and could have erupted long ago.

The emperor's maternal uncle has narrowly escaped death.

Unexpectedly, someone has guided it a second time.

"They remain."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Yunchu was just asking casually, but Xi Gonggong directly agreed.

I hadn't expected it before, but it's also because of His Majesty's books; he often tends to them, he comes into contact with them even more than His Majesty does, yet he's fine, while His Majesty has been poisoned.

I never thought to look at the books.

"Bring it over." As soon as Jiang Yunchu's words fell, Xi Gonggong had already brought it over.

Jiang Yunchu picked up the book, examined it carefully, then lightly smelled it.

"Soul-Burying Flower..."

I fear the person behind this is also desperate, like a cornered dog jumping over a wall.

Otherwise, why would they use the Soul-Burying Flower?

"What is the Soul-Burying Flower?"

Ning Chengyan asked carefully, looking at the emperor whose face, lips, and fingernails had turned black; he felt anxious inside.

The Soul-Burying Flower is produced in the Southern Barbarians.

In the Southern Barbarians, there is a custom that when a person of high virtue and prestige dies, on that day they must fill the coffin with Soul-Burying Flowers.

In the Southern Barbarians, there is a legend, a divine proclamation, that the Soul-Burying Flower is a flower linking heaven and earth, allowing people to be reincarnated.

Moreover, those buried with the Soul-Burying Flower can remain undecayed for a hundred years.

Jiang Yunchu let out a light sigh, then put the book aside, saying, "The Soul-Burying Flower itself contains no toxin."

However, the Soul-Burying Flower also has a companion flower with three petals, pale blue in color, called the Heart-Burying.

The Heart-Burying carries a mild toxin.

She took out the silver needle, cleaned and disinfected it, then walked to the side saying, "If one touches only the Heart-Burying or the Soul-Burying Flower alone, it will not be fatal."

However, when the toxin of the Heart-Burying meets the Soul-Burying Flower, it instantly forms a deadly poison.

The body becomes stiff, turns black, and ultimately the poison attacks the heart, causing death.

Jiang Yunchu's voice was light, giving a brief popular science explanation to the two people in the room.

"Three-petaled flower? Previously, Consort Cao often sent His Majesty a flower, namely a pale blue three-petaled flower."

It has a fresh fragrance, works well for sleep, and His Majesty likes it very much.

So that's how it is...

From that long ago, had Consort Cao already begun poisoning?

Jiang Yunchu raised an eyebrow, "Consort Cao?"

That is the former Noble Consort Cao; the Cao family has been confiscated, leaving only Consort Cao and the Third Prince.

Jiang Yunchu nodded, that is the emperor's maternal uncle's family affair, unrelated to her.

In the end, how to handle it also depends on the emperor's maternal uncle.

I will administer the needle first; Ning Chengyan, you help me use internal energy to control it. Jiang Yunchu looked up at Ning Chengyan.

Unexpectedly, I saw Ning Chengyan's troubled expression.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yunchu wondered, unable to use it?

I have no internal energy.

Ning Chengyan's words were very soft, murmuring beside Jiang Yunchu's ear, and only she could hear him.

No internal energy...

Jiang Yunchu thought of herself, and also of the shaman.

Unexpectedly, the third person without internal energy has appeared.

He actually has no internal energy...

Let's find someone.

Her body contains vital spirit energy, but the toxin also likes vital spirit energy; only after removing the toxin can she nurture her own vital spirit energy.

Greetings, Your Highness, Princess Consort. Fang Zi Lun clasped his hands, wearing black leather armor.

Whatever the Princess Consort orders, just do it as she says. Ning Chengyan looked at Fang Zi Lun; now is not the time to speak.

Yes.

Fang Zi Lun nodded, walked straight forward, and then, following Jiang Yunchu's instructions, began to guide the toxin within His Majesty's body.

Jiang Yunchu's silver needles kept falling onto His Majesty's body.

Visibly, the silver needles kept turning pitch black.

Jiang Yunchu, however, remained unaware.

"Guide it to the left arm." At this moment, Jiang Yunchu continued speaking.

Fang Zi Lun did not speak, but instead continued to guide the toxin according to the Princess Consort's instructions.

Jiang Yunchu kept feeling the pulse, controlling her vital spirit energy; originally only her lips, face, and fingernails were black, but now her complexion had returned to normal, yet her left arm was completely black.

"Wooden basin." At this moment, sweat already beaded on Jiang Yunchu's forehead, she held a sharp blade in her hand, and when she cut down, she did not hesitate.

That ink-black blood dripped drop by drop into the wooden basin, thicker than ink, with a foul smell.

Xi Gonggong knelt on the ground, body trembling like chaff.

"Steady." She glanced at Ning Chengyan.

Ning Chengyan stepped forward, placed the wooden basin on the ground; the ink-black blood dripped into the basin, making a "drip-drip" sound.

"All right." He steadied his older brother and looked at his Young Princess Consort.

Her silver needles suddenly scattered...

Those ink-black silver needles seemed to have been soaked in ink.

"Once the emperor uncle wakes, I need him to give me more sets of silver needles." She muttered, looking troubled.

"Princess Consort, I'll take care of your silver needles; I've wrapped them."

Xi Gonggong assured: as long as Your Majesty can wake, as long as Your Majesty's poison can be removed, not to mention a few sets of silver needles, even golden needles, he could administer them.

She raised an eyebrow, looked at Xi Gonggong, and said, "All right."

"All right, all right." Xi Gonggong quickly replied.

This back-and-forth conversation let the originally nervous Xi Gonggong suddenly relax; his earlier trembling has now gradually subsided.

"It's time for me to go serve the meal." Xi Gonggong suddenly recalled his daily routine.

Even if Your Majesty no longer needs meals, he still goes every day to serve, waiting constantly, in case Your Majesty awakens someday.

Eat a bit to strengthen the dragon body.

She furrowed her brow, at this time...

"Is there someone trustworthy to have your trusted person come guard?" She recalled a little eunuch; when she went to Jiangnan and got injured, she had been ambushed from behind.

Then the one who announced the Imperial Edict was a little eunuch, that little eunuch called Xi Gonggong his foster father.

People in the Palace have ever-changing minds; no one knows whether those once trusted can still be trusted now.

In the Palace, Xi Gonggong understands better than she does.

Xi Gonggong pondered for a moment, then nodded, "I'll go out first."

Fortunately, there are still trustworthy people in the Palace.

She nodded; the detoxification was halfway done, must not be disturbed, and must not let those people know.

Guard against desperate last‑ditch attempts.