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A banquet lasted from noon to night, but was disrupted by assassins throwing needles and poisons, and everyone dispersed in a hurry.

In Longxin Hall, Bei Zhenming's brows were deeply knitted together, and he kept recalling the details of the banquet in his mind... He had no clue!

Seeing Bei Zhenming remain motionless for two hours, Zhu Shengyuan couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, take a rest first. Leave these cases to the Dali Temple and..."

Take back what you're saying, Yong'an King Bei Zhenting has been poisoned...

"Qinxi was poisoned. I remember he only drank alcohol..."

As the two were pondering this, a young eunuch hurried into Longxin Hall and said, "Your Majesty, news just arrived that Princess Yong'an... has also been poisoned..."

"What?!" Bei Zhenming stood up and suddenly thought of something. He waved his hand to signal the young eunuch to step back.

Zhu Shengyuan stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty... at this critical juncture... is this a plot to sow discord?"

When Bei Zhenming heard this, he narrowed his eyes and sat back down.

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Late at night, in a large courtyard somewhere in the capital, the lights were bright. A servant, with his brows lowered and his eyes submissively lowered, walked over to his master, who was sitting on a reclining chair with his back to the door, and whispered a few words into his ear. The man paused, and the empty bowl in his hand fell to the ground, shattering into several pieces. His hand, resting on the armrest of the reclining chair, clenched into a fist, trembling uncontrollably...

In the large house on the other side, the owner had turned off the lights and gone to sleep, and the couple were lying on the bed.

The husband was shaking and the bed was shaking. The wife endured it for a long time, but she couldn't stand it anymore: "Stop shaking! Can't you let me sleep?"

When the man heard his wife's words, he immediately stopped trembling and lay motionless on the bed pretending to be dead.

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When Luo Yao woke up, it was already the next day.

Ye Qing said he was drugged with a small amount of hallucinogens, which were put in his wine glass...

The poison Bei Zhenting was poisoned with was a deadly one, and it was placed in Luo Yao's wine flask. A small amount of hallucinogens was also placed in that flask...

When hallucinogens take effect, they can make people confused for a long time. After a full-blown attack, they can cause fainting, just like sleeping. When you wake up, you are fine...

Even if he could be fine after a good sleep, it was still terrifying that someone had poisoned him! They just wanted to poison him, but they used two different poisons, one for each wine glass and one for each wine jug! If Bei Zhenting hadn't taken both his wine jug and wine glass, he might have died!

Luo Yao looked at Bei Zhenting's pale face, feeling a little grateful and a little guilty. He asked Ye Qing: "How is he?"

"It's stable for now, but the antidote I have now isn't a real antidote. I need to score seven times before it can completely detoxify..."

"So when will he wake up?"

"Complete detoxification will probably take about six days..."

"So long..." Luo Yao pulled a small stool and sat down beside Bei Zhenting's bed.

In the Dacheng Palace, the morning court session is still going on.

From the danger of yesterday's palace banquet to the drought and then to the national sacrifice three days after the banquet, a group of sour scholars exchanged sharp words, and the morning court was compared to a vegetable market.

When it came to national sacrifices, they argued for half an hour before finally reaching a consensus.

"Your Majesty, please cancel the national sacrifice after three days!"

Last night, the emperor was assassinated and the two princes were injured. All the officials are still trembling when they think about the scene last night.

Bei Zhenming sat at the head of the table, looking indifferently at the group of timid officials in the hall.

"Your Majesty, I also suggest that the national sacrifice in three days be canceled and postponed. The murderer has not been identified yet, and the Taimiao is far away from the imperial palace. It is too dangerous to go there rashly!" King Jiang Zecheng of Southern Xinjiang suggested sincerely.

It would have been fine if Jiang Zecheng didn't say anything, but as soon as he spoke, Bei Zhenming narrowed his eyes.

How could he forget about this king of a different surname!

Although we don’t know who is behind the scenes, the most suspicious person at the moment seems to be the King of Southern Xinjiang.

He Zeguo's Puro tribe was also in the southern border area. The Puro tribe suddenly came thousands of miles to pay tribute to him, bringing him a large coral tree, and also brought assassins with poison needles and poisoned wine to assassinate him. Two of the three princes were shot, but Jiang Zecheng was the only one who was fine.

Jiang Zecheng also learned from Mr. Matsutashihara.

The Matsutakehara clan is the best martial artist in the world and is divided into two factions. One faction specializes in training killers and assassins, while the other is a famous and upright clan with a good reputation.

Everyone present yesterday thought Jiang Zecheng was the most skilled martial artist, yet he didn't even try to save the emperor. This is indeed very suspicious...

Zhu Shengyuan stood aside and sweated for Jiang Zecheng. As long as the emperor became suspicious, he would definitely narrow his eyes!

Jiang Zecheng also reacted immediately, lowered his head and stopped talking...

Some sharp-eyed ministers were good at guessing the emperor's intentions. Just by looking at Bei Zhenming's expression, they understood what he was thinking and secretly looked at Jiang Zecheng.

However, they didn't dare to accuse the prince in the hall without evidence. They could only keep the matter in mind, pretending to be ignorant, and discuss the matter objectively: "Your Majesty, the national sacrifice in three days should be canceled! The two princes are seriously injured. Now the enemy is in the dark and I am in the open. You can't let anything happen to you again!"

"Your Majesty, please think twice!" All the ministers knelt on the ground.

Bei Zhenming sneered, "Ministers, have you been arguing for half an hour just to get me to cancel the National Sacrifice? How important is the National Sacrifice of Dacheng? Since the founding of Dacheng, when has it ever been canceled or postponed? Am I going to hide in my shell like a tortoise just because of a few insignificant assassins?!"

When the ministers saw that the emperor was angry, they trembled and knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Bei Zhenming was so angry at them that he slammed the memorial in his hand down in the hall: "If I can't even capture a few assassins, what use is there for me with a bunch of you useless people?!"

After venting his anger, Bei Zhenming leaned back against the dragon throne, shaking with rage. Every glance from those people sent his blood pressure soaring. Rubbing his brow, Bei Zhenming stood up. "The national sacrifice will continue as usual in three days. If you can't arrange it well, you all will go home and farm and retire!" He snorted coldly and walked away.

Zhu Shengyuan quickly shouted to withdraw from the court and followed Bei Zhenming.

"Your Majesty, do you suspect that the King of Southern Xinjiang did it?"

"Haha, I don't think he has that ambition. We'll know after we give it a try. Now let's find someone to follow him..."

"Yes."