The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1825: This Poison is Real, Right?

Chapter 1825: Chapter 1825: This Poison is Real, Right?

"The message from the Empress is that the Emperor seems to have been poisoned by a scheme from our Prince Mo," Zhen Wu said.

Even now, he couldn’t understand it. They had never poisoned the Emperor, so how had it become Prince Mo’s Mansion’s fault?

"We?"

Zimo laughed. It truly was a case of a desire to condemn bringing its own excuse.

Was it now that whatever happened in the palace was his fault? He might as well have directly poisoned the Emperor himself.

"Was the Emperor truly poisoned?" he asked again.

"Perhaps, yes," Zhen Wu replied uncertainly, reflecting his own doubt.

But people in the palace were indeed very anxious, nearly to the point of sealing off the city.

"Perhaps, the poison is real," Lin Caisang interjected as she listened to their conversation.

"Sang’er, what do you mean by that?" Zimo turned to her and asked.

"Have you forgotten how the robe I gave you disappeared initially?" Lin Caisang reminded him as she looked his way.

At her words, Zimo was startled.

He indeed hadn’t connected these two events before.

After all, infiltrating Prince Mo’s Mansion as if it were unguarded wasn’t something just a few people sent by the Emperor could achieve.

He had always thought that the one who stole his robe was the cloaked person they had captured and interrogated in secret, yet could it be that the robe had ended up on the Emperor’s body?

"It seems that the Emperor and the cloaked person can indeed exchange anything," he mused.

He guessed that it was the cloaked person who had stolen the robe from Prince Mo’s Mansion, and after the robe was stolen, the cloaked person had given it to the Emperor to wear.

How profound must their feelings be for one to give away something they treasured as a favor?

Besides, he did not think the cloaked person owed the Emperor any favors.

"If the throne could also be exchanged like this, then there would be..."

Lin Caisang had not finished her sentence when Jiang Zuo hurried into the study outside.

"What’s happened now?" she asked.

"My Lord, people from the palace have come again," Jiang Zuo said as he looked toward his master.

"Heh."

Lin Caisang laughed softly.

It seemed the Emperor really had many people watching outside Prince Mo’s Mansion.

They had only just entered when the palace had immediately sent people over. Could it be faster than sending a letter by pigeon?

"Since that is the case, let us go to the palace and see," Zimo stood up.

"Have the people from the palace wait outside while I bathe and change my clothes, then I shall accompany them to the palace," he instructed Jiang Zuo.

"Pfft!"

Lin Caisang couldn’t help laughing at his words.

"Brother Molian, they have been waiting until even the flowers have wilted, and yet you still bathe and change clothes?"

Was he trying to anger the Emperor to death?

"You!"

Zimo walked over to her and gently tapped the tip of her nose.

"If the Emperor has indeed been poisoned, then I must not bring any impure energies into the palace; otherwise, would I not risk being accused of murdering the Emperor?" he said.

This was an accusation he certainly could not afford to bear.

"That is true,"

Lin Caisang thought for a moment and nodded.

"Let me tell you, the poison is quite tormenting, but it won’t kill immediately, especially not in the Emperor’s case—it won’t cause immediate death,"

"Why?"

Zimo asked her.