When the Alluring Queen opened her eyes, all the kings in the world knelt down

Yan Li pushed the door open and turned to meet Mu Cang's dark eyes.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Mu Cang looked pale and pursed his lips: "Why are you back?"

Yan Li didn't say anything, but stepped over the threshold, not forgetting to close the door, then walked to the window, frowned and stared at his arm: "What's going on?"

Mu Cang sat on the brocade couch in front of the window, with a bowl at his feet. At this time, he held a dagger in his right hand, and the sleeve of his robe on his arm was lifted to the elbow joint to fix it. The deep red blood was flowing down his white and thin wrist, sliding down the back of his hand, and dripping into the bowl along his fingertips.

In just a short time, half a bowl of blood had been added.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Yan Li frowned and stared at the blood in the bowl: "Too much blood can be dangerous, don't you know?"

Mu Cang lowered his eyes and watched the blood dripping down, "Detoxification."

Since she saw it, there was no need to hide it anymore. It was not his style to dodge.

Detoxification?

Yan Li subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at his face when he heard it.

At this time, because of the blood, this handsome and noble face looked a little pale, adding a little bit of frail beauty, and less cold and distant from people at a distance.

But thinking of his nonchalant look a moment ago, where was the sign of poisoning?

Yan Li said truthfully: "You don't look like you are poisoned."

"Yeah." Mu Cang's tone sounded calm, and he couldn't hear the pain of the poison at all, "It's not a fatal poison."

Yan Li's expression was a little ugly, but he didn't say anything, just reached out and held his wrist.

The hand was the right hand.

Mu Cang still held a dagger in his hand, but Yan Li grabbed his wrist and pinched his pulse easily.

What was rare was that he didn't resist or be on guard, and he obediently let her feel his pulse.

Three fingers were placed on the pulse, and Yan Li's face gradually showed shock: "Heart-eating Gu? How could such a vicious thing be in the body of the prince?"

Mu Cang didn't speak, and he lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Heart-eating Gu has no medicine to cure it, and when it breaks out, it makes people live worse than death." Yan Li's eyes showed a little strange color, and she couldn't believe that Mu Cang had been suffering such cruel torture all this time, "How could you be infected with this Gu?"

No one knew the cruelty of the heart-eating Gu better than her, and she had personally experienced the harm of this Gu.

Yan Li stared at Mu Cang's eyebrows, and her eyes were complicated.

The blood on the fingertips was still dripping, but the speed was obviously much slower.

Mu Cang said in a very light voice: "I was accidentally attacked when I was young. It's not fatal. Don't worry."

Yan Li was stunned.

When he was young?

So, he has been tortured by the poison for several years?

Yan Li was angry for a moment: "Which vicious thing actually gave you this poison? Does he want to control you, or just want to torture you?"

As the prince of Mu State, and now the ninth prince of Mu State, Mu Cang became famous at a young age, and everyone knows that he has always been surrounded by masters, whether on the battlefield or in the palace. How could he be easily attacked by the villain?

Unless it is someone he knows and trusts.

Yan Li felt complicated for a while. Being betrayed and hurt by someone you trust is the most intolerable thing, which is more painful than dying at the hands of an opponent.

Mu Cang slowly raised his eyes, staring at the ruthless anger on her little face, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "It's rare to see you look so vivid."

Yan Li paused, vivid expression?

She was obviously angry just now, okay?

"The battlefield is full of dangers, and the court is also full of twists and turns. It's normal to be plotted against." Mu Cang said in a light voice, "Don't worry."

Yan Li had nothing at hand, and couldn't help him for the time being. He lowered his eyes and fell on his arm, and his eyes darkened.

Now his body is too weak, otherwise it would be no problem to suppress the heart-eating poison in his body and make it quiet. But now...

Yan Li thought quickly about the detoxification method in his mind.

Mu Cang's eyes fell on his wrist. When the blood almost stopped seeping out, he casually took a handkerchief to cover the wound. His movements were familiar, as if he had long been accustomed to the severe pain when the poison took effect.

Yan Li came back to his senses: "You can't do this now."

Mu Cang didn't say anything.

"Who else knows that the prince was poisoned?"

Mu Cang was silent for a moment: "Except Mo Yun and a few guards, no one else."

"Has the person who poisoned been found?"

"He's dead." Mu Cang said, "I killed him myself."

Yan Li's expression changed slightly: "The poison is different from ordinary poisons. This thing needs the person who feeds the poison to drive it-"

"I know." Mu Cang said indifferently, "But I don't want to be restrained by anyone, so I didn't consider the consequences."

Yan Li was silent for a moment and nodded slowly.

Mu Cang, the ninth prince of Mu State, is the most proud and lonely person among the nine countries under the sky. He is iron-willed and ruthless. How can he tolerate his life being in the hands of others?

Killing the person who poisoned him is equivalent to cutting off his own retreat.

The Heart-Eating Gu would attack from time to time in the body, and most of the time it was related to the emotions of the owner of the body. As long as it sensed emotional fluctuations, the Gu would attack more severely with his emotional changes. Anger or happiness would bring about a crazy bite.

The only consolation was that the Heart-Eating Gu would not cause irreversible damage to the human body. After an attack, the internal organs would recover as before in the shortest possible time - of course, for many people, pain itself was an unbearable torture.

Yan Li's eyebrows deepened: "Not everyone can raise poison. It requires extremely strong spirituality. What is the name of the man killed by the prince? Have you ever found out his identity?"

"... Never." Mu Cang lowered his eyes and shook his head, his voice calm, "When I was attacked, it was when the northern border was raising troops to invade. The war was critical, and I didn't have time to investigate."

Yan Li was silent, and felt a little strange in her heart.

But she didn't have time to think too much at the moment, so she quickly asked: "Is there any spy in the prince's mansion?"

"No."

"In that case, I have a way to draw out the poison for the prince, but I need the prince's cooperation."

Mu Cang refused without thinking: "No need."

Yan Li was stunned: "Why?"

Mu Cang got up and walked to the basin rack beside him, carefully washed the blood on his arm, turned around and walked to the couch, took the clean white strips on the table and handed them to Yan Li.

Yan Li said nothing, and wrapped the strip neatly and meticulously around the wound on his arm: "Don't you need to apply medicine?"

"No." Mu Cang seemed a little tired, sat down on the couch, and closed his eyes slightly, "You go back first. Don't mention what happened today to anyone."

Yan Li's eyes fell on his eyebrows, and his clean and noble face, like a banished immortal, was stained with a layer of paleness, which added a little more distressing color.

After a moment of silence, she nodded slowly: "Have a good rest, I'll come over tonight."

Mu Cang opened his eyes: "Tonight?"

Yan Li hummed, without further explanation, and quickly turned and left.