What?
Chi Yu suddenly looked up, staring in disbelief at Wei Zhao.
But the latter seemed unsurprised, leisurely sipping his tea.
Zheng Xu's collar was stained red with blood. He dared not remove the dagger, only cautiously covering his wound, but the blood still seeped through his fingers, dripping down as he lay prostrate on the ground.
"Years ago, I also received the Duke Shun's favor. I'm a mess, I'm nothing. I didn't want to, but it was the Holy Emperor who wouldn't let the Duke live."
"Every time Duke Shun entered the palace to play chess with the Holy Emperor, drinking tea alone was fine, but the incense and tea clashed."
It was a slow-acting poison.
"Over time, Duke Shun's health deteriorated."
The Holy Emperor, out of compassion, sent people from the Imperial Hospital, and he brought the incense.
Duke Shun never recovered. All symptoms appeared to be mere colds. He grew thinner, started coughing blood.
"I hesitated."
"Stopped the incense for a few days."
