The Herbal Scents of Farm Life
Chapter 1829: Whose Outcome is Good

Chapter 1829: Chapter 1829: Whose Outcome is Good

Thinking back, it truly is rather tragic. To be used by others for so many years and still willingly, never feeling like one had made a losing deal.

"Father, I really am helpless when it comes to the poison in your body. Miss Lin is no longer by my side, and even the poison in my own body, I don’t know when it will act up, let alone yours."

"I can’t take care of so much."

He shook his head, speaking to the emperor.

"You—"

"Prince Mo, since the emperor has promised to be completely honest with you, why don’t you give the emperor a chance, and give yourself a chance as well?"

Just as the emperor was about to get angry and say some harsh words, the empress spoke before him, addressing Zimo.

"Empress Mother, what do you mean by this?"

Zimo raised his eyebrows at the Empress Mother, his eyes showing a hint of displeasure as he asked.

"If I don’t have the antidote, then I don’t have it. Besides, I don’t think Miss Lin would have an antidote either. If Father doesn’t trust me, he can send an envoy to the Elder Princess’ Mansion in Liang Kingdom to ask Miss Lin if she has an antidote."

His gaze was steady as he looked at the emperor and spoke bluntly.

"You have someone go and ask."

The emperor said to Zimo.

"Father, if your son sends someone to ask, will you tell your son everything you know?"

"You..."

The emperor took a deep breath, feeling almost suffocated.

"Yes, as soon as the poison is cured from my body, I will tell you everything I know!"

He promised.

"Since that is the case, then your son will send someone to the Elder Princess’ Mansion in Liang Kingdom to ask Miss Lin, though I fear it may be a bit late," Zimo said.

Hearing Zimo’s casual words, the emperor was truly so angry he wanted to curse and kill someone.

But what could he do?

He didn’t even have the strength to stand up on his own; he needed court attendants just to relieve himself. What could he do?

"There’s one more thing, Father. That ice silkworm garment of mine, you won’t be needing it anymore, will you?" Zimo asked.

"No, just take it back with you," the emperor said irritably.

For the sake of that poisonous garment, he nearly lost his own life, and it was fortunate he realized in time.

He had intended to order the garment to be burned, but it turned out to be indestructible, impervious to both fire and knife. He had no choice but to have it carelessly discarded.

"Alright then."

Zimo nodded his head.

"By the way, Father, may I know who presented that ice silkworm garment to you? Can your son know?"

"I..."

The emperor only got out one word before opening his mouth, yet not a sound came out.

It seems the poison really does harm people deeply, reducing the emperor to such a state.

"Prince Mo, let the palace handle this matter with you," the empress said, seeing the emperor’s condition and voluntarily taking over the conversation.

"The one who presented your ice silkworm garment to the emperor was the Capital Commandant Jin. The emperor was furious and has already ordered Capital Commandant Jin and his entire family to be executed."

She said.

"Is that so?"

Zimo only curved his lips slightly, but he did not ask any further.

Capital Commandant Jin, a man of utmost loyalty to the emperor, and yet now he’d met with a fate of his entire household being executed.

Those who serve the emperor, in the end, who among them has a good fate?

He shook his head.