New Song Dynasty: My Wife is an Imperial Princess

After swallowing three pills in a row, an irresistible, ecstatic sensation suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, instantly enveloping Wanyan Zongwang's heart, making him let out a long, comfortable sigh.

As the initial feeling of pleasure gradually faded, Wanyan Zongwang's gaze towards Zhuo Luwang was filled with murderous intent. That sharp aura made Zhuo Luwang's body tremble violently. However, he was not afraid at all now. Perhaps at the beginning he was very worried that the other party might suddenly kill him, but now Wanyan Zongwang was just a drug addict who was addicted to drugs and could be manipulated at will.

"Grand Marshal, there's no need to hold such a grudge against me. I did warn you before that you shouldn't eat too much of this." Ignoring the threat, Zhuo Luwang cupped his hands towards Wanyan Zongwang. "As long as you help me marry Wanyan Xi, Grand Marshal, I will definitely keep my promise."

"it is good."

Although Wanyan Zongwang could see right through Zhuo Luwang's thoughts, he was now completely obsessed with the mysterious pills and couldn't extricate himself. Even though he knew that this brat was deceiving him, he had no choice but to comply with Zhuo Luwang's demands.

If he couldn't take his medication regularly, Wanyan Zongwang would never want to experience that excruciating pain, like a thousand ants gnawing at his heart, again.

Tang Qian, who was looking down from the city wall, saw everything the two were doing. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying in hushed tones, he could vaguely sense that something was wrong.

Judging from Wanyan Zongwang's gritted teeth as he spoke to Zhuo Luwang, he clearly hated him to the extreme, almost to the point of wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible. But why, despite their relationship being so bad, did Wanyan Zongwang still spare no effort to help Zhuo Luwang achieve success and marry the princess?

Looking at Yan Zongwang's face again, it was clear that the afterglow of excitement had not yet subsided, and his expression even carried a hint of dazedness, obviously as if he had just experienced a blissful and satisfying experience.

If it weren't for the fact that it was broad daylight and a large public place, Tang Qian would have thought that the person sitting on horseback below the city gate was a complete old lecher.

"What on earth did that guy eat just now? How could he be so excited?"

Just as Tang Qian was pondering what exactly was in the white porcelain bottle that Wanyan Zongwang had just taken out, a strange change suddenly occurred below the city wall.

Wanyan Zongwang, who had been full of energy, suddenly froze, his eyes bulged, and then his whole body began to tremble. White foam began to come out of the corners of his mouth. With a cry of alarm from Zhuo Luwang, he fell straight off his horse and lay on the ground, completely unconscious. His legs twitched slightly involuntarily a few times before he completely passed out.

This sudden change not only startled Zhuo Luwang, who was standing beside Wanyan Zongwang, but also stunned Tang Qian on the city wall.

He naturally knew that Wanyan Zongwang was doomed, which was why he never took Zhuo Luwang, who was about to lose his protection, seriously. As long as he could delay until Wanyan Zongwang died a violent death, Zhuo Luwang would not be able to cause any trouble.

I always thought I would have to persevere for a while longer, but who could have imagined that this day would come so soon.

The guards outside the city were stunned for a moment when they saw their commander suddenly fall from his horse. They quickly recovered and rushed up to check on the commander-in-chief while ordering Tang Qian to open the inner city gates immediately: "The commander-in-chief needs medical attention. If anything goes wrong, Youzhou City will not be able to afford it."

The girl behind him leaned closer and asked Tang Qian in a low voice, "What should we do? Things have gotten out of hand, but we still have to open the city gate."

Just now, Wanyan Zongwang only wanted to enter the city to find Zhao Fujin, and they could suppress it in the name of the commander and the princess's residence. But now, the Grand Marshal below the city wall seems to have suffered a relapse of his old illness and is in imminent danger of death. If Youzhou does not provide assistance at this time and Wanyan Zongwang dies below the city wall, Wanyan Xi will at least be accused of failing to help someone in distress and will be attacked by the enemy's tribe. At that time, even the Emperor of Jin may not be able to quell the anger of the enemy's family.

"Don't move, I'm going out to check."

After whispering a few instructions, Tang Qian hurriedly walked down the city wall and ran out through a crack in the city gate. Tang Qian took a few steps to the spot where Wanyan Zongwang had fallen from his horse and squatted down. Seeing that he was beginning to examine the Grand Marshal's body, one of Wanyan Zongwang's guards reached out to stop his subordinate who wanted to rush over and take Tang Qian away.

"Young Master Tang is skilled in medicine. It was his prescription that cured Guo Lun Hulubo's extremely severe illness."

Hearing this person's assessment of him, Tang Qian let out a bitter laugh. He knew nothing about medicine; he was merely assessing whether Wanyan Zongwang still had any chance of survival.

Seeing the other person's face as pale as paper and barely breathing, Tang Qian knew that even if they were carried back to the inner city, they probably wouldn't survive. Tang Qian shook his head with a solemn expression and said helplessly, "There's no hope."

As Tang Qian had predicted, before the guards could react, Wanyan Zongwang suddenly stiffened, his pupils dilated as he looked up at the sky, his gaze became unfocused, and he eventually lost all his spirit. The second prince of the Great Jin Kingdom died inexplicably on his way to Youzhou to seize Princess Maode, Zhao Fujin.

"How could this be? The Grand Marshal has always been in good health, why would he suddenly die?" The first to raise objections was the head of Wanyan Zongwang's guards. Everyone present turned their attention to Tang Qian, who was still squatting on the ground examining the body, wanting him to give a reasonable explanation. No one noticed that Zhuo Luwang, who had just been guarding Wanyan Zongwang, was retreating step by step, trying to get away from this place of trouble.

"If you trust me, please take Zhuo Luwang into custody first, and I will give you a satisfactory explanation."

Tang Qian's reminder made the guards turn around abruptly, and sure enough, they saw Zhuo Luwang acting suspiciously. A silver light flashed in mid-air, and a drawn steel knife was already at Zhuo Luwang's shoulder. Because the blade was too sharp, a lock of Zhuo Luwang's hair was cut off. A gust of wind blew the severed hair flying everywhere, startling Zhuo Luwang so much that he felt a cold sweat run down his back.

"My relationship with the Grand Marshal is like that of father and son. How could I possibly harbor any intention to harm him? Brothers, do not believe Tang Qian's inflammatory words."

"Whether I'm just spouting nonsense or not, Prince Zhuo Lu should know the answer in his heart."

Tang Qian, who had been half-squatting, stood up from beside Wanyan Zongwang's corpse. He now held a white porcelain bottle in his hand, uncorked it, and gently sniffed it. He seemed to have already understood the mystery.

It's unbelievable that poppies appeared on this land so early.