When they returned to the grand hall, Song Gu was already clutching his throat in unbearable pain.
Beside him, Imperial Doctor Dong was at a loss, sweat dripping down his forehead in anxiety. Ultimately, having no other options, he knelt down before the Emperor and said, "Your Majesty, this poison is truly formidable. I have done my utmost to suppress it, but Little General Song arrived a bit late, the toxin had already spread considerably, the best course of action is to obtain the antidote. Only then can we ensure Little General Song’s voice recovers sowhat, otherwise..."
As he reached the end of his words, he let out a heavy sigh.
Song Gu’s whole body was trembling, whether from too much pain or unable to withstand such a blow.
He clutched his throat fiercely, his eyes were a vivid red.
With a harsh, growling voice, he shouted, "I want to kill him..."
The identity of ’him’ was self-evident.
Marquis Xuan Yuan was sowhat angered, but he did not specify who ’he’ was, nor did he approach to dispute or explain.
Song Gu stood up, apparently serious, staggering as he attempted to walk out of the hall.
Just as he turned, he saw Mo Shu walking in.
Mo Shu’s attire was splendid, her aura was like that of a Heavenly Immortal, ethereal and arresting.
Song Gu took just one glance and found her breathtaking.
However, at this mont, he had no interest in admiring beauty, and with eyes red, he headed outside.
He had not walked a few steps when he heard a female voice, "Stop."
The voice clear and commanding, brooking no dissent.
Song Gu halted in his tracks.
Mo Shu looked at him and walked over calmly, saying, "Open your mouth."
Song Gu frowned, enduring the searing pain in his throat, speaking in a voice most unpleasant, "What do you want?"
The Emperor also spoke, "Shushu..."
Mo Shu glanced over lightly, saying, "If you don’t want to be mute, cooperate."
Of course, Song Gu did not want that.
His expression shifted, and he watched as Mo Shu deftly pulled out a small porcelain bottle.
The porcelain bottle was tiny, Mo Shu opened the stopper and poured out a pink pill.
Song Gu’s face slightly changed, "Is this...?" The antidote?
Mo Shu lazily said, "Open your mouth."
Song Gu looked at her, half-doubtful, but ultimately opened his mouth.
Mo Shu casually tossed the pill, tracing a beautiful pink arc in the air.
Then, it landed in Song Gu’s mouth.
Song Gu chewed a few tis, almost tasting the bitterness to his bile, his expression twisted instantly.
But compared to the scorching pain in his throat, this bitterness was nothing.
Song Gu endured the taste, whether it was psychological or truly effective, the burning sensation in his throat suddenly eased quite a bit.
Song Gu’s eyes widened slightly, looking at Mo Shu.
Seeing his expression, Mo Shu knew the young guard hadn’t deceived her, feeling... rather pleased.
She raised her eyebrows slightly and languidly walked back to her place.
Within re seconds, Song Gu’s throat had eased considerably from the severe pain, his already red eyes beca even redder.
Turning, Song Gu dropped to one knee, "Thank you, Princess."
Imperial Doctor Dong was stunned.
General Song felt relieved at heart, hurriedly approaching, "My son, how do you feel?"
Song Gu said, "It’s the antidote!"
Marquis Xuan Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief, bowing and kneeling on one knee, saying, "Your Majesty, please discern, such underhanded thods could not possibly be my son’s doing."
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