"That's because the poison doctors have always come from the same lineage. The empresses of Canglan Country and Fengshuo Country cultivated the most toxic poison in the world, using countless lives.
They feared that your clan of divine doctors and the Poison Prince could find a cure for the poison they created, so it's only natural for them to target you."
"Is that the reason? But Prince Hanye, why do the empresses of Canglan and Fengshuo insist on cultivating the most toxic poison?
What purpose does that poison serve? If they want to kill someone, can't they simply give the order?"
In response to Ji Fantian's confusion, a hint of sadness flickered in Hanye's eyes as he spoke.
"That's because they want to use that so-called poison to deal with the Royal Physician Han Xibei and me.
More importantly, it's to deal with Zhu Zhu.
In this world, everyone knows that Han Xibei and I possess memories from two lifetimes. Unless we willingly seek death, there is no way anyone can kill us.
However, there is an exception, and that is the most potent curse that can counteract our blessings.
Once our blessings are nullified, both Han Xibei and I will die, whether we want to or not.
And the most toxic poison in this world is a curse that accumulates, bit by bit, using the bodies of living people, inflicting them with endless pain and resentment.
This is why your clan of divine doctors, despite their remarkable medical skills, cannot cure this 'incurable' poison.
Because it's not really a poison—it's a curse created by sacrificing countless lives!"
Upon hearing Hanye's explanation, Ji Fantian's pupils widened in shock.
He realized that even with his exceptional medical skills, he had no way to deal with the 'incurable' poison.
He could cure one type, only to have a new poison emerge immediately.
Endless new poisons kept sprouting, leaving him helpless.
But how did Lin Zaozao manage to remove the poison from herself? And what method did Ruo Qiu use to get rid of the poison on her?
They claimed to be immune to all poisons, but what connection did that have with this curse?
Could it be true what Han Xibei, the Royal Physician, said—that Lin Zaozao is a divine omen?
Perhaps noticing the doubt in Ji Fantian's eyes, Hanye spoke again.
"Divine Doctor Ji, it is indeed true that Lin Zaozao is a divine omen; Han Xibei wasn't talking nonsense. Just think about it, without Lin Zaozao, would the five of you, along with the Poison Prince, have already perished in that remote village?
Even if you didn't die in the village, when you were in the border city, if it weren't for Lin Zaozao rushing to save you, would you have survived?"
"No," Ji Fantian answered earnestly.
"And what about the battle today? Do you think the humiliation of Canglan and Fengshuo's hundred thousand soldiers was just a simple matter without Lin Zaozao?"
"No. When two armies engage in battle, it's never child's play. Corpses litter the ground, and blood flows like rivers—that's a common occurrence," Ji Fantian said solemnly.
"Han Ye, let me make it clear to you right now. If it weren't for ZHUZHU by my side today, I would have made sure that the hundred thousand enemy troops daring to invade my Han Country would be bathed in blood, with no survivors.
Instead, I only managed to control those hundred thousand soldiers, making them lose face in a simple manner.
I don't want to indulge in senseless killing at the moment. I merely want my ZHUZHU to live a safe and smooth life."
After finishing his words, Han Ye's eyes flashed a fleeting red tint. Ji Fantian, standing opposite Han Ye, noticed the peculiarity in Han Ye's eyes.
In the dense atmosphere of murderous intent, he instinctively took a step back.
At this moment, Han Ye, the High Priest, no longer resembled a transcendent immortal or a gentleman with moist and jade-like demeanor.
He looked more like a malevolent ghost crawling out of hell, seeking to take lives.
"Han Ye, did I frighten you?" Han Ye, who had regained his composure, looked at Ji Fantian's shocked expression and lightly chuckled.
"No."
"Han Ye, once both Han Xibei and I are dead, or if ZHUZHU is not around, this world in which we exist will crumble and fall apart.
For these years, if it weren't for Han Xibei secretly controlling the empresses of the neighboring countries, Canglan and Fengshuo, under the guise of a national teacher, they would have been indiscriminately bloodthirsty long ago. This realm would have descended into chaos.
If it weren't for the two of us wanting ZHUZHU to live in a peaceful era, accumulating more blessings for her, we wouldn't bother about the disorder in this world."
Listening to Han Ye's somewhat despondent words, Ji Fantian clenched his teeth and continued to ask.
"High Priest Han Ye, may I ask you now? Why do you always refer to Lin Zaozao as ZHUZHU? Is it really because of her title 'Princess Mingzhu'?"
"No. In my two lifetimes' worth of memories, ZHUZHU is a name I alone call her.
As for the name Lin Zaozao, it is merely the appellation you all use for her in this lifetime."
After speaking, Han Ye walked toward his horse, leaving Ji Fantian alone lost in thought.
Having memories from two lifetimes?
I wonder if it's a good thing or not!
Can a person bear having too many memories if it continues like this?
Thinking about the curse Han Ye mentioned earlier, Ji Fantian's gaze immediately turned cold. He glanced in the direction Han Ye had left, then swiftly headed towards the place where his clansmen were settled.
It seems he needs to discuss with his fellow clansmen as soon as possible, to see what method they can employ to break the curse that has been built upon the lives sacrificed by the empresses of Canglan and Fengshuo.
Regardless of success or failure, he must try.
After all, within the clan of divine physicians, there are ways to undo curses, although they have been scorned as forbidden knowledge.
Seated on Zhaocai's back, Lin Zaozao arrived at the palace gate with her eyes covered by a cloth.
So when she reached out and disembarked from Zhaocai's back in the dark, her arm was supported by someone.
Feeling the softness in that person's hands and the tenderness, Lin Zaozao's hand couldn't help but tremble.
She followed the hand of the person and directly reached for his waist.
This waist, why does it feel so slim when touched!
"Is it Ruo Qiu? Or Xiao Taohua? Ah! The size seems a bit off. Ah! Who are you?"
Just as Lin Zaozao finished speaking, a pleasant male voice sounded in her ears.
Upon hearing that familiar male voice, Lin Zaozao was startled and immediately withdrew the hand that was placed on the person's waist.
Even she, with a thick-skinned personality, suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.
Her hand, it was really too impulsive.
Wasn't it just because she felt the texture of the hand was very good! How could she not resist the temptation and directly reach out to touch the person's waist!
"Ah, older sister!"
"Xiao Liuli, why are you standing here? Sorry! Older sister mistook you for someone else."
"It's okay, older sister. Your eyes are blindfolded, do you need me to support you?"
"No need, no need, your older sister has a cane."
Lin Zaozao let go of Xiao Liuli's hand that reached out to her and turned around awkwardly, loudly speaking to the people behind her.
"Xiao Taohua! Ruo Qiu! Have you two caught up?"
"We just arrived, Zaozao. Your Zhaocai and Jinbao are too fast, our horses couldn't keep up at all."
Xiao Taohua gasped for breath.
"Xiao Taohua, you can't say that Zhaocai and Jinbao are fast. If you want to say, it's because the horses you and Ruo Qiu are riding are too weak and feeble. Otherwise, why didn't they let me ride just now!
These horses are so weak, you guys should take care of them, so that they won't be like the horses, incapable of performing at crucial moments.
At a critical moment, I'm still excited! You guys ended up falling asleep."
Listening to Lin Zaozao's teasing words, Ruo Qiu, who had just dismounted from the horse, almost stumbled.
Did Zaozao mean to say that he fell asleep before the bridal chamber!
But he also didn't expect that it had been so long since their bridal chamber. He was tired and fell asleep, but Zaozao was still so energetic!
"Xiao Taohua, this immortal wasted a lot of divine power just now and now I'm too lazy to walk. Will you carry me back to the bedroom?"
Xiao Taohua looked at Lin Zaozao's outstretched arm, chuckled lightly, and directly princess-carried her, walking towards the steps.
After Xiao Taohua took two steps, he turned back and glanced at the gloomy Xiao Liuli. In his eyes, there was a sense of satisfaction.
Hmph! Wasn't Zaozao the one who didn't like him?
Wasn't Zaozao disgusted by his plumpness?
Wasn't Zaozao disgusted by his ugliness?
Now that Zaozao has become beautiful, he has fallen in love with her.
Unfortunately, it's too late.
There can't be anyone else beside his little girl anymore.
He's not a generous person, always trying to bring some "wild" men to his beloved little girl.
Of course, if that "wild" man is someone he can't beat, that's another story.
Just like the current Han Ye, he didn't dare to say much at that time. That was because he knew that with his own strength, he definitely couldn't beat him.
If he couldn't beat Han Ye, could he beat this little prince who had been pampered in a honey jar since childhood?
Xiao Liuli lifted his head and met Xiao Taohua's provocative gaze. He involuntarily lowered his head, unable to meet her eyes again.
After all, when Third Brother asked him to follow Ah Jie and become her husband, he had directly refused.
