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Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095: You’re One of Her Descendants, Right? (Second Update)_1 Chapter 1095: Chapter 1095: You’re One of Her Descendants, Right? (Second Update)_1 Tong Sanlang complied and slowly helped Yang Wenxiao into the great hall.

Qiao Xiaomai was supporting Feng Huihui, speaking in a soft voice, “Crown Princess, may I help you back to the Palace?”

“No need, Miss Qiao, you go check on Grandpa Emperor.” Yang Hao spoke up first as he walked over, first patting Feng Huihui on the shoulder before crouching down on the ground, “Zhengzheng, come here, daddy will carry you back.”

Yang Zheng’s big eyes brimmed with tears. Hearing this, he hugged Feng Huihui tightly before climbing onto Yang Hao’s back.

Yang Hao stood up and looked towards Emperor Yongan, “Father, you should go back to the Palace as well.”

Emperor Yongan raised his hand to wipe away his tears with his sleeve, “Let’s go back.”

He then started walking towards the entrance of Da’an Palace.

Yang Hao, with Yang Zheng on his back, followed. Feng Huihui, nearly fainting from crying, hurried after them when she saw this.

In the blink of an eye, everyone had left, leaving only Qiao Xiaomai and Jia Cheng behind.

Qiao Xiaomai waved at Ren Zhong, who was standing in the distance. When Ren Zhong ran over, she said, “Lock him up, and wait for the Emperor Emeritus to interrogate him tomorrow.”

Having said this, she walked towards the great hall.

Gao Lian was guarding the entrance to the hall. Seeing her approach, he signaled her to go in.

As she entered the hall and took in the situation, she jumped in shock, “Emperor Emeritus, what are you doing?!”

Yang Wenxiao was actually kneeling face-to-face with Tong Sanlang!

She quickly ran over, wanting to help Yang Wenxiao stand up.

Yang Wenxiao waved his hand, tears streaming down his aged face, “Xiaomai, now that we’re alone, tell me the truth. Does Liuli have any descendants alive?”

“I don’t know.”

Qiao Xiaomai’s answer was very straightforward.

Yang Wenxiao cried with snot and tears, the sight was impactful, but her answer was clear and to the point.

No meant no.

Hearing this, Yang Wenxiao seemed to have all the strength drained from his body and collapsed to the ground. He lay there with his eyes wide open, gazing at the dome of the hall as the tears stopped flowing.

Too distressed for tears.

His firm and decisive tone earlier had been to comfort Emperor Yongan and the others.

Now that both Tong Sanlang and Qiao Xiaomai claimed ignorance, hope was slim.

He had harmed his descendants for two generations…

He was old, truly senile…

Seeing him in such a state, Qiao Xiaomai couldn’t help but turn her head to glance at Tong Sanlang.

Tong Sanlang was also looking at her; the couple exchanged a glance and both lowered their heads.

They had Divine Liquid, but couldn’t extract it; it was futile.

Spiritual Spring water could help, but they could not possibly stay in Capital City forever.

This problem currently had no solution.

After a while, Qiao Xiaomai stood up and said to Tong Sanlang, “You take good care of the Emperor Emeritus, I’ll go brew some Milk Tea in the small kitchen.”

Tong Sanlang replied, “Go ahead.”

Qiao Xiaomai went to the small kitchen of Da’an Palace and boiled a full pot of Taro Ball Milk Tea with Spiritual Spring water.

She served out four bowls, pouring the rest into an exquisite teapot, and had the palace maid deliver it to Emperor Yongan, Yao Xian, and Yang Hao.

They needed to take advantage of every moment for treatment, absorbing a bit more could provide additional hope in suppressing the outburst of the poison.

As for whether they would drink it, that was up to Emperor Yongan and the others to decide.

Carrying a tray with four bowls of Milk Tea, she walked into the great hall.

“Emperor Emeritus, please have something to eat.” She knelt down in front of Yang Wenxiao and bent over to help him up.

Yang Wenxiao let her help him sit up and swept his gaze over the tray on the ground. Smelling the familiar scent, he turned to look at her and suddenly asked, “Are you her descendant?”