Oh my god, this is so bitter!
His persona of being profound is about to crumble.
This is definitely their natural enemy.
I'd rather die than drink that again; it's too much of a test for my taste buds.
Before I could even catch my breath, I heard the other person say something else.
"The imperial physician said your injuries are quite severe and you need to rest for a month. As long as you take your medicine on time, you will recover quickly, so don't worry."
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One month!
How could it be so terrifying?
"Tong'er, I need your help urgently! Do you have any good recovery medicine or anything that can temporarily block taste buds? Give me some!"
He can eat almost anything, except hardship.
However, the only response he received was the system's mechanical voice.
"Hello, the system you are calling is offline. Please try calling it again if you have nothing else to do."
Luo Ling: '...'
You've ruined my carefully constructed persona, turning it into something that's all about sarcastic.
Take a deep breath.
Stay calm.
He can win.
I don't know if it's psychological or the medicine I just drank, but my head is a little dizzy, and my long eyelashes are starting to tremble, as if they want to fall down.
"Are you sleepy? Go to sleep."
Murong Jiu put the bowl aside and, without allowing Luo Ling to refuse, helped him lie down and carefully covered him with a blanket.
Only after the person's breathing had calmed down did he take the bowl and go outside.
The moment he stepped out of the palace gate, the warmth on his body vanished completely.
A cold, fierce, and irritable aura emanated from them, overflowing from their eagerness to get ahead.
"Bring up my good imperial uncle."
"yes."
The guards quickly ran away.
Steward Liu caught up with Murong Jiu and quietly let out a breath.
His Majesty has recovered. This is the same His Majesty that puts people at ease.
His Majesty was acting very strangely before.
...
Sitting on the large dragon throne, with his hands on the dragon head armrests, Murong Jiu coldly looked at the Prince Xian, who was kneeling on the ground, staring at him with anger and malice.His only royal uncle.
He didn't compete with his father for the throne back then, and became a carefree prince.But he is very ambitious.
He's been quite well-behaved all these years. Even when he lied a couple of years ago about asking for Tianshan snow lotus for his nephew, it was just a minor matter.
Unexpected.
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes.
Leaning against the desk, he spoke lazily.
"Uncle, you are truly shrewd. You must have spent a lot of effort on this and it must have been quite tiring."
The irony seemed to float into Murong Xian's ears like air, making him furious.
"Murong Jiu, you're lucky. It's all about the winner taking all, but don't get too cocky. Since I can't have you, you can forget about having a peaceful life either."
The moment he failed, he sent out the defense map of Fengtian Kingdom.
At this time, the morale of Chuliu Kingdom is high, and they will definitely attack Fengtian Kingdom.
The distorted look in his eyes was chilling.
Murong Jiu frowned and leaned forward: "What did you do?"
"Hahaha, Murong Jiu, Murong Jiu, no matter how much you guarded against it, you will still be defeated by me in the end."
Murong Xian did not answer Murong Jiu, but instead spoke freely about things only he could understand.
The maniacal laughter was so jarring that it made Murong Jiu's emotions even more volatile.
He grabbed the inkstone from the table and threw it at the person.
"Ah!" The laughter stopped abruptly, turning into a violent scream.
Murong Xian lightly covered his forehead, his face covered in crimson blood.
"Murong Jiu, Murong Jiu."
Each cry sounded as if it were squeezed out from between his teeth.
"You can't win, you can't win! The Phoenix Heaven Kingdom will be buried with me, I..."
"Ha...what wishful thinking."
A clear, cold voice came from the doorway, interrupting the manic screams.
Murong Jiu, who was on the dragon throne, immediately stood up, staring intently at the newcomer, his face showing displeasure.