You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

"Not yet."

Sheng Yuhua didn't dare to hide anything. It was best to tell the truth when dealing with someone like King Han.

"However, I have a way to use silver needles to temporarily inhibit the spread of the prince's poison."

Silver needle seals poison?

"Your Majesty, if Miss Sheng can really seal poison with silver needles, I think I can give it a try..."

Before King Han could speak, the woman who brought Sheng Yuhua in could not wait to speak.

"Oh, it's just to seal the poison?"

King Han's slender fingers tapped the table gently, which seemed to mean that this was not a good deal for him.

"I know where the antidote is. I just want to take it out. It's hard to get what I need to prepare."

Sheng Yuhua released her second condition, and sure enough, she heard King Han's breathing quicken.

"Where is the antidote?"

Since being poisoned, he has sent countless people to search for the antidote, but every time they return without success.

He also looked for many miracle doctors, but they couldn't even tell what kind of poison he was suffering from.

This was also the reason why he didn't kill Sheng Yuhua directly when he heard she told her exactly what kind of poison he was poisoned with.

"Baimang Mountain, Biluo River."

Hiss, as soon as these words came out, everyone in the room took a breath.

Baimang Mountain, also known as White Bone Mountain, so far, no one has been heard of coming out alive.

Biluo River is said to be the river in front of the Yama Hall, and no one has ever seen it.

"Miss Sheng, Biluo River is in Baimang Mountain?"

This was the first time the woman had heard of it. She looked at Sheng Yuhua suspiciously, as if she was sure that Sheng Yuhua was lying.

You must know that Prince Han's Mansion also has its own intelligence agency, and has investigated Baimang Mountain several times, but no one knows what is inside.

"Yes, the antidote to the poison is by the Biluo River. It cannot be taken out yet."

This news was not made up by Sheng Yuhua. The people of King Han in the previous life found the answer themselves.

Moreover, his people also found out about the antidote.

But King Mo, who was King Han's mortal enemy, also knew the news. How could King Mo possibly want King Han to recover? Naturally, they tried every possible means to obstruct it.

According to the memory of his previous life, King Han still has more than a year left. Now that he has her, she knows the antidote in advance and will help him suppress the spread of the toxin. Their time will be extended by one year.

Therefore, the chance of King Han detoxifying is much higher.

"The reason why Baimang Mountain is called White Bone Mountain is not only because of the powerful beasts inside, but also because of the terrifying poison barrier. However, there are a few days a year when the poison barrier is lighter. It is around the Ghost Festival."

Sheng Yuhua still felt a little guilty for using the information found by others to benefit herself.

"I need to research the antidote for the poison barrier. There are still more than three months before the Ghost Festival. My silver needle can help the prince extend his time for more than a year, so we have three chances."

Sheng Yuhua analyzed calmly.

The woman was a little skeptical at first, but after hearing what Sheng Yuhua said in such detail, she believed it eight or nine times.

She looked at King Han eagerly, hoping he would agree immediately.

"Miss Sheng, I hope what you said is true."

King Han's eyes were still indifferent, as if what he just said had nothing to do with him.

"Leng Xin, send Miss Sheng back."

The woman nodded and picked up Sheng Yuhua.

Sheng Yuhua secretly complained that she could actually leave by herself.

"Sir, does Miss Sheng really have medical skills?"

A black shadow suddenly fell to the ground and knelt on one knee in front of King Han. He, who had always been obedient, questioned the prince's decision for the first time.

"She was right about a lot of things."

Such as his life.

King Han stood up, opened his clothes, looked at the green ink lotus coming out of his heart, and said with a smile:

"Normally, he still has more than a year to live."

The indifferent expression darkened. They had tried their best in the past few years, but had made almost no progress.

The prince still rarely uses martial arts.