Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091: No Antidote (Fifth Update)_1 Chapter 1091: Chapter 1091: No Antidote (Fifth Update)_1 Yang Wenxiao was already regretting the decisions he had once made.

If the poison in Emperor Yongan’s body really couldn’t be cured, he would have to spend the rest of his life in regret.

Furthermore, this act greatly affected the father-son relationship.

Knowing that his son was poisoned, yet not telling him for fear of so-called “startling the snake in the grass.”

Is startling the snake in the grass more important than his son’s life?

Is it?!

Definitely not.

His son was the ruler of a nation, the sovereign of Daqi, the keystone of Daqi!

So, upon seeing Jia Cheng, he did not ask about the causes or the process; he only sought the antidote.

He needed the antidote!

Jia Cheng was a fifty-year-old man, thin and small, with graying hair. His body was drenched with cold water at the moment, making him look exceptionally frail and haggard.

He slumped on the ground, obviously having been ‘taken care of’ by Tong Sanlang earlier.

Hearing Yang Wenxiao’s question, his body shuddered a few times as he spoke, “The flower of hell has no antidote.”

His voice was hoarse, like a spade scraping on a concrete slab, causing any listener to involuntarily frown.

What was even more frown-inducing was the content of his words: the flower of hell, with no antidote.

Qiao Xiaomai’s eyebrows knotted tightly, picturing the poppy flower in her mind, intensely vivid, venomously beautiful, indeed deserving of the name “the flower of hell.”

And indeed, there was no antidote.

Once addicted, the impact was lifelong; it wasn’t a virus, it couldn’t be completely cleared by medication; it caused permanent, incurable damage to the brain.

Emperor Yongan, Yao Xian, Yang Zheng, and Feng Huihui were evidently already addicted.

What to do?!

Just as Qiao Xiaomai’s heart was racing, Yang Wenxiao’s hands clenched into fists behind his back. He took a deep breath and asked slowly, “No antidote?”

“No antidote,” Jia Cheng replied, coughing violently several times. His thin body trembled a few more times on the cold, damp ground, and he continued slowly, “The flower of hell is a plant from the Southern Tribe, used as a medicine, but with excessive use, it becomes addictive.”

“After addiction, one cannot live without it; no one can stay away… Only by continuing to use it, a person will, in five years or at most ten, become skin and bones, a shadow of their former self.”

“Great Emperor, I was originally from the Southern Tribe, and after suffering persecution, I fled to Daqi and was saved by Old Master Liu. I am a member of the Liu Family; I entered the Palace many years ago, all for this moment.”

“When Prince Duan went to Bailu Town, I had already made my move in secret.”

“But I didn’t expect that with your iron-fisted rule, the Liu Family had no chance to resist and was wiped out by you.”

Hearing this, Yang Wenxiao exhaled softly with a sneer on his face. He gritted his teeth and asked, “The Liu Family fell so quickly, why bother sacrificing yourself? Isn’t it good to live a peaceful life?”

“Old Master Liu saved my life, and I owed him my life in return.”

“I didn’t expect you to be such a person of deep loyalty,” Yang Wenxiao said, grinding his teeth so loudly they creaked. Although there was still a smile on his face, the coldness in his eyes could almost freeze someone.

Jia Cheng naturally felt the obvious intent to kill; his body shuddered twice. “My wife already left through the secret tunnel last night and is now beyond the reach of Capital City. She’s free under the vast sky, beyond the reach of the Royal family.”

“My wish is fulfilled. Do as you please, whether it’s to kill or to mutilate me.”

The vengeance of the Liu Family was avenged, and his wife had left. His wish was fulfilled, and he had been prepared to die since he was caught by Tong Sanlang.

Kill or mutilate, as you wish!