Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

Seeing Cheng striding towards him, Ding Yi lowered his eyebrows and eyes and smiled slowly.

He asked, "Is it solved?"

Cheng Yi lowered his head in shame, cold sweat broke out, and he knelt down, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, the man ran away. Eleven and Twelve were guarding outside the door, and there was no sign that the door and windows were opened. Cheng Liu, Cheng Qi, and Cheng Ba were patrolling in the yard, and they didn't see anyone coming in or out."

Ding Yi frowned, but he didn't ask this.

Yaoyao's voice rang out in her mind: "In this storybook world, everything is for the protagonist. Qian Muqing is the only heroine in this world, and she has a lot of luster. There will be more outrageous things in the future, so don't make a fuss."

Yaoyao's voice was filled with a hint of gloating that could not be concealed, and Ding Yi's brows furrowed more and more, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. Chengyi lay on the ground, not daring to speak or beg for mercy.

"Get up, this person is really a bit strange, you can't keep an eye on her. You grew up with me. I believe in your loyalty."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Cheng Yi stood up, his forehead red and swollen. Ding Yi glanced at him and paid no more attention.

"Where is Elder Wu?" Elder Wu is the palace doctor of the Chengwang Mansion. Currently, there is only one master in the palace, so Elder Wu naturally follows his master. Ding Yi felt strange. Why was Elder Wu not there when he was asleep? He woke up for such a long time, but Elder Wu did not appear either.

"Mr. Wu said that he met a friend and wanted to go meet him and get some medicine for the prince." Cheng Yi thought for a moment, "Mr. Wu looked upset when he left yesterday."

Ding Yi started to dig into the plot again. It was indeed true. He suddenly thought, could it be that Mr. Wu knew the person who poisoned him?

After thinking about it, Ding Yi felt that this speculation was valid. "When Mr. Wu comes back, let him come to see me."

"Yes."

In the evening, Ding Yi was having a meal when Old Wu came rushing in, exhausted, with empty hands, dishevelled hair, a dusty face, and a livid complexion, as if he had just had a fight and lost.

Seeing Ding Yi sitting quietly at the table, Mr. Wu didn't care about hierarchy. He rushed over and grabbed Ding Yi's hand. He put his fingers on his wrist. His expression began to change. In just a few breaths, he performed a set of expressions.

"How is it, Mr. Wu?" Ding Yi asked with a smile, with a hint of teasing and nonchalantness, as if asking "How is the weather today?"

Old Wu raised his eyes and met a pair of smiling eyes. He realized that Prince Cheng was aware of his abnormality.

"Your Highness, please forgive me." Old Wu bowed and clasped his fists, his old face flushed.

Ding Yi smiled and said, "What crime has Mr. Wu committed?"

"Alas~~~" Old Wu sighed and confessed honestly, "It is unfortunate for our sect. The poison that the prince was poisoned with was from a disciple abandoned by our sect. I am incompetent and failed to get the antidote for the prince. The person even escaped. I am ashamed of the prince's trust."

Old Wu looked dejected, and it seemed that he had suffered a great loss in the fight.

"Who is he?" Ding Yi asked casually, thinking that he would ask someone to get a copy and use it on Mi Xian, so that he could experience the suffering that his original body had experienced.

Wen Chengyue died three years after he ascended the throne. Before he died, his body felt like millions of ants were crawling on it, which would bite each other from time to time and he would spit out mouthfuls of blood. The imperial physician was helpless in this situation, but he did not die immediately and endured it for a whole month, staying awake every day to endure waves of pain from being eaten. The sedatives and sleeping pills prescribed by the imperial physician were of no use at all.

When he died, Wen Chengyue was so skinny that he no longer looked like a human being, with only a layer of skin covering his entire body.

Ding Yi felt that Wen Chengyue was not poisoned to death, but tortured to death.

"He is one of my junior fellow apprentices. Many years ago, for unknown reasons, he suddenly betrayed our sect and stole our sect's Poison Sutra. In the days since then, our sect has been chasing him but has never found him. I didn't expect to meet him at this moment. I was powerless and let him run away." Old Wu's straight back bent in an instant.

Not catching the traitor was a big blow to him, but what was an even bigger blow was that his junior fellow apprentice was now stronger than him.

"What's his name? What are his characteristics?" Ding Yi asked again. He suddenly had a sudden thought, wondering if this person was related to Mi Xian. The poison that had caught Old Wu off guard was controlled by Mi Xian in a few moves, and he could re-detonate it in the days to come.

In Wen Chengyue's memory, Mr. Wu's medical skills were obviously better than those of the newly debuted Mi Xian, but after Mi Xian came to him, he left sadly.

"He is an orphan. When the master picked him up, he had a jade pendant of good quality with the word '乜' engraved on it. The master named him 乜疾. When he left the master's sect, he was less than 20 years old. Now he should be in his 50s, but his face is completely ruined. I don't know if it is because of the poison or retribution. Because of him, the master died of depression before he was 60 years old. As the master's disciple, I haven't seen him go back to see him for so many years." Old Wu gritted his teeth, indignant.

Ding Yi's eyes changed. As expected, Mie Xian was related to Mie Ji. The surname Mie was extremely rare, and most people would not think of using this character to name their children.

"Okay, Mr. Wu, one day I will catch Mieji for you and bring him to our respected master to kowtow and apologize."

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness. I am guilty and cannot cure the poison in your body for the time being."

Mr. Wu kept blaming himself, and Ding Yi found it very funny.

"Mr. Wu, don't worry. I will use my inner strength to force the poison into a corner. It won't affect your daily life. When you come up with a solution to the poison, we will do it."

Elder Wu suddenly realized something. He asked in confusion, "How could the prince come up with this idea? When I took the prince's pulse just now, I found that the prince's internal strength was not affected at all. Instead, it became stronger."

Ding Yi raised his head, full of confidence and dignity, "As the Art of War says: surround but do not attack. Everything in the world is connected, and the body is a huge battlefield. Why not? As for internal strength, the previous assassination was a blessing in disguise for me. I broke through the bottleneck and my internal strength increased greatly. Otherwise, I would not be able to suppress this poison."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

Ding Yi smiled and waved his hand, "Not worth mentioning."

The two of them enjoyed a pleasant dinner. Wu Lao's worried expression disappeared and he promised Ding Yi, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I will find a way to detoxify you as soon as possible."

"No hurry, Mr. Wu, we have more important things to do now."

"What's the matter?" Old Wu was confused. He was a doctor, obsessed with medical skills and didn't pay much attention to the outside world.

Ding Yi tapped the table lightly with his fingers, smiling calmly, "I was assassinated outside the capital and was poisoned by an unknown toxin. I am dying. After being treated by Elder Wu, I finally woke up, but I can't walk well. I am the marshal of the border army. I was hit hard and don't want to care about the affairs of the court. I just want to use my broken body to live for myself and travel around the world. If you are in a high position in the government, you will worry about the people. If you are far away in the world, you will worry about your ruler. I feel that the world is changing and I hope my good brother can agree to my request."