After resting for an entire night, Qiao Qiao was finally able to make sense of the situation. It seemed that she had wisely chosen Yan Mo Chen over Prime Minister Luo. They were indeed from the same boat.
And Prime Minister Luo's old fox would reveal his true colors sooner or later.
"Your Majesty, it's time to eat." After entering the palace hall, Xiyue saw that Qiao Qiao was still in a daze, so she could only carefully remind him.
"Right." Qiao Qiao still nodded. He had been too preoccupied with his thoughts just now, so much so that he didn't know when Xiyue had entered the palace hall.
"Your majesty, the bird's nest porridge prepared by the imperial kitchens today is a great tonic. Your majesty, you have to drink more." As she spoke, Xiyue placed the bird's nest porridge on the table into a bowl of soup.
"Alright." Qiao Qiao still responded as he picked up the bird's nest porridge that Xiyue had given him and drank it absent-mindedly.
Xiyue shook her head. She looked at her emperor, who now desired to take control of the country, but was becoming more and more concerned. It was no longer as simple as it used to be, and she didn't know if the emperor's sudden realization was a good thing or a bad thing.
At this time, Qiao Qiao's mood had already drifted far away and his fingers were constantly performing mechanical movements, to the point where he did not even know that he had reached the bottom.
"Your Majesty, Yuanfei requests an audience." The sound of a small palace maid's notification sounded at the door, interrupting Qiao Qiao's endless train of thoughts.
"Pass." Qiao Qiao was still shocked and put down the bowl of soup in his hand.
"Ran Er." Ji Mingyuan walked into the hall with a smile on his lips, his face filled with joy. The deep ravine of beauties became more and more enchanting as he smiled.
"Why are you so happy this early in the morning?" Qiao Qiao asked Ji Mingyuan.
"Of course it's good news!" Seeing that it was only Xiyue, he continued, "You should have already known that the person who poisoned you earlier was the personal maid of the Palace Lord of the Qing Jue Palace, Bai Ning. Afterwards, for some reason, she was kicked out of the Qing Jue Palace, and I now know that there was an older sister named Hua Xi, who was close to Hua Xi. Her relationship with the technique wasn't clear, and it was also because of Hua Xi that Bai Ning was repeatedly forced to stay in the Qing Yun Palace and didn't try to stop her."
"Huaxi?" Qiao Qiao muttered to himself. He never expected that the usually cold and cheerless Palace Lord would actually befriend his subordinate in private. "Where is this woman now?" She continued to ask, feeling a little strange inside, but Qiao Qiao was still curious and ignored it.
"He's already dead. I heard that he died for the sake of the technique." Ji Mingyuan replied.
"Dead?!" Qiao Qiao was still surprised. Could it be that the reason the technique had turned so cold and aloof was because of the woman's death?
Hmm, I wonder how Hua Bai Ning managed to enrage the [Innate Mantra], causing the [Death] technique to not hesitate for its final moments to chase Hua Bai Ning out. Hua Bai Ning actually colluded with the Demon Palace, causing you to be poisoned by it, she was the one who stole it from the Demon Palace, the poison is called Corrupt Bone Piercing Heart Powder, it was personally developed by the Demon Lord, I heard that she is currently being hunted down by the Demon Lord, and wants to capture her and bring her back to the Palace to show her punishment. As Ji Mingyuan spoke, he smirked. "It looks like you don't need to personally kill this Hua Bai Ning. She'll be wanted by Demon Lord himself."
"Are you saying that the poison in my body was done by a single person, completely by Bai Ning, and had nothing to do with the Demon Palace?" Joe continued to ask.
"Naturally, the martial arts sects and the imperial government have always kept to themselves. Although the Demon Lord was arrogant and conceited, he would never openly oppose the imperial government, let alone commit a felony of assassinating the emperor." Ji Mingyuan faintly smiled.
"You don't want to get involved?" Joe continued to smile slowly. "Not necessarily." If the Demon Palace really did not interfere with the imperial government, then there would not have been the massacre of the Yan Clan and the Xi Clan back then.
"What do you mean?" Ji Mingyuan frowned. Naturally, he could tell that there was still something in Joe's words.
"I'm fine." Qiao Qiao still shook her head. There was no solid evidence right now and she did not want to carelessly accuse others, "The poison personally developed by the Demon Lord was easily cured by the people from the hospital?" Qiao Qiao seemed to have suddenly thought of something and asked with suspicion.
Ji Mingyuan was stunned. He looked conflicted, but he did not say anything.
"Your Majesty, your poison was actually the antidote sent by the Palace Master of the Qing Jue Palace." She had been torturing herself not to have the chance to tell the truth of this matter. Now that this matter had been revealed to Yuanfei, it could be said that this matter had already been confirmed.
"What?" Was it the [Death] technique? " Qiao Qiao was still shocked. No wonder why he had said those words that day, "Then why did you hide it from me? Why did you say that it was solved by the people from the Grand Hospital?" She looked at Xiyue with a reproachful expression.
"Your majesty, it's all this servant's fault. This servant was the one who concealed it from the emperor. Please punish me, your majesty." Xiyue knelt on the ground and said with a face full of self-blame.
"I told Xiyue to hide it from you." Ji Mingyuan spoke slowly, "If I wasn't helpless that day, I wouldn't have used the antidote that Hua Baixue gave me. He was one of his people, and he gave me the antidote. Who knows what their intentions were!"
"You get up first." Qiao Qiao still waved his hand at Xiyue. No one could blame Xiyue for this matter.
"Thank you, your majesty." Xiyue bowed in thanks.
"All of you may leave. I wish to be alone." Joe still waved his hand. He thought she owed the technique, but now it seemed she owed it another favor.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Xiyue bowed slightly, then withdrew.
Ji Mingyuan slowly rose to his feet, as if he wanted to say something. His lips parted, but he didn't say anything in the end.