Chapter Thirty-Six: Counter Poison with Poison

  Tang Zhongqing's fingers were as strong as steel, and she could crush metal with a single pinch. But when it came to dealing with the fragile flesh of others, she was confident that she would have no problem. However, as soon as she touched Yang Zhao's skin, she realized that his pores were harder than steel, and her fingers felt a dull ache from the contact. This was a shocking discovery.

  Tang Zhongqing tried to withdraw her hand, but it was too late. Yang Zhao's right hand had already grasped her waist firmly, and he blew a stream of air into her mouth. The poison dart instantly followed the flow of his true energy and shot back into her throat. Yang Zhao then slapped her with a loud smack and scolded, "You little wretch, trying to secretly harm Master Wang? Now taste the flavor of your own poison!"

  The ferocity of the Tangmen's absolute poison far exceeded imagination. Most of it entered Tang Zhongqing's throat, but a small portion of the toxin was still absorbed into Yang Zhao's body. However, in the blink of an eye, the toxicity had taken effect like wildfire. The mouths of both men simultaneously turned purple-blue, and their bodies swelled up like inflated balloons. Tang Zhongqing allowed the poison to take effect without even using his internal energy to resist it. He let out a mournful laugh and said: "You scoundrel, go die! Let's all die together!"

  Yang Zhao sneered and said coldly, "This king's fate is destined, do you think I can die so easily?" In the dark, he mobilized his true energy, and instantly his entire body was surrounded by lightning, with silver light crackling. The two techniques of Infinite Thunder and Ruthless Lightning circulated simultaneously, stirring up the blood of the person in his belly that he had drunk earlier but not yet fully digested, decomposing and evaporating its medicinal properties, and then combining it with the "Healing Injuries" chapter of the Easy Canon's Mysterious Mirror, immediately causing a large puff of purple mist to spew out from all over his body. As soon as the purple mist landed on the ground, it instantly corroded the stone walls of the yamen, making them pockmarked and uneven. The toxicity was so fierce that it could be imagined.

  Originally wanted to die together, but did not expect Yang Zhao to have the ability to drive out the poison. Tang Zhong's emotions were even more surprising. The unwillingness in her heart immediately rose, and she reflexively pulled out the hairpin on her head, only to see a flash of light, and her hand was empty. With anxiety in her heart, she rushed towards Yang Zhao without caring about anything, and urgently said: "Return it to me!"

  Yang Zhao, confident that the poison had been mostly eliminated, flashed his Infinite Electric Hand technique to snatch the hairpin and dodged with ease. He scraped off the thin layer of silver powder from the pearl inlaid on the hairpin with his fingernail, and a pungent medicinal aroma wafted out. Smiling, he said: "Do you want it? You have to say so if you do. How would I know if you don't tell me? Although you're staring at me with all sincerity, I still know you want it. It's not possible for you to say you want it and me not giving it to you, or you not wanting it but me insisting on giving it to you. We're all reasonable people, right? Are you really sure you want it? Then take it, but I doubt you really do." As he spoke, he mimicked Tang San's nagging tone, moving the antidote from east to west and back again. Meanwhile, Tang had already collapsed on the ground, his breathing shallow.

  Want to die? Don't dream. Yang Zhao sneered in his heart, you stinky woman are evil and cruel, I only played with you once, this revenge is not thorough yet. You must know what it means to be worse than dead, what it means to be a human hell. He kicked Tang Zhong's body over, pried open her mouth and sent the antidote in. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly withdrew his hand, split the antidote into two halves with his fingernail, and only sent half of the antidote down her throat. Then he grasped her pulse, slowly transmitting true energy.

  The antidote was no less effective than the poison, and the purple mist dissipated slowly, but at a much slower pace than when Yang Zhao had driven out the poison himself. Half a cup of tea later, Tang Zhong's body color and skin tone had largely returned to normal, except for a faint blue mark remaining on his brow. He groggily opened his eyes to see Yang Zhao sitting in front of him, and his slender body trembled involuntarily, with tiny goosebumps breaking out on his lips, revealing his fear without reserve.

  Yang Zhao turned the golden hairpin in her hand, using its sharp tip to slowly slide across Tang Zhong's mouth, pulling out a long red mark. Finally, she stopped at the position of the heart, and with a sly smile, imitating the tone of those villainous bosses, said: "If I were to thrust downwards with force like this, how do you think you'd end up?"

  The cold, murderous aura pierced her soul, and Tang Zhong's emotions only made her beauty lose its color. She had never suffered such a great hardship in her life, from birth to death, and then from death to rebirth, walking a circle in front of the Ghost Gate, her spiritual defenses had long since been breached. Her delicate body trembled non-stop, and she stammered: "I... I... please, don't kill me, I'll say anything, do anything."

  As soon as the words came out, Tang Zhongqing only felt that a string in her mind had snapped, and she completely collapsed, kneeling down at Yang Zhao's feet and crying out loud. She had never thought that she would beg for mercy so lowly, nor did she think that she would be so afraid of death. The fear of death was like an unstoppable flood, washing away her dignity as the eldest miss of the Tang family and the concubine of the King of Shu, but at the same time, Tang Zhongqing seemed to feel a sense of relief and liberation in her chest. In those beautiful eyes, apart from fear, there were also a few threads of submission.

  He had killed, he had raped, he had taught, and Yang Zhao couldn't think of anything new for the time being. But he didn't notice the submissive intention in Tang Zhong's eyes, fearing that the other party still wanted to play some tricks, so he pinched her wrist and shouted: "Don't cry, sit up."

  He was sternly shouted at by him, and Tang Zhong immediately shuddered all over, wiping away his tears and sitting up obediently. Yang Zhao was surprised by the sudden change in behavior. What's even more embarrassing is that after the commotion, the two of them didn't have enough fabric on their bodies to cover themselves, not even enough to make a bikini. Yang Zhao was still young and vigorous, and having just completed this major life event, he naturally had a strong reaction again.

  They breathed in sync, and Tang Zhongqing immediately sensed the change. Her throat was deep, and she didn't wait for orders to move her mouth, slightly opening it, lowering her head, and leaning close to his mouth, wanting to use her mouth to... Yang Zhao thought she wanted to bite him, so he quickly jumped back two meters, picked up the cloak that had been spread on the ground earlier, tore it in half, wrapped one half around his waist, and threw the other half over Tang Zhongqing's head, shouting: "Put it on! From now on, I'll ask you something, and you'll answer. If you dare to make up some nonsense to deceive me, huh, this king will... throw you onto the busiest street in Chengdu!"

  The cloak covered her body, and Tang Zhong's eyes suddenly showed a grateful expression. She replied respectfully: "Your concubine understands."

  Yang Zhao Yun's true energy calmed down and he asked: "What is your name? What position do you hold in the Tang Sect?"

  "Concubine Zhong Qing, the eldest daughter of the Tang family's master, is the one who has a crush on him at first sight." Tang Zhong Qing felt a slight pang in her heart, but this feeling was fleeting. She carefully said: "And... she is also the concubine of King Yang Xiu of Shu..."

  "What?" Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly the phrase "Nothing is more delicious than dumplings, nothing is more fun than aunt" popped out of his mind. He immediately lost his smile and said: "Then aren't you just my king's aunt?"

  "The concubine does not dare." Tang Zhongqin said with a sincere and fearful tone: "The imperial concubine is not included in the royal family tree, the humble concubine would never have expected Your Highness to address her as such."

  "Never mind. These are not important." Yang Zhao shook his head in disagreement, and with a serious expression asked: "How did you know my identity?"

  Tang Zhongqing was startled by his tone and trembled, saying: "Tang Liuyuan was originally a property of the Tang family. This morning, my third uncle, Tang Yuxue, the chief historian of the Shu Wangfu, came to inform me about what happened last night. Just as he was about to leave, he discovered that the songstress Mingyue and three escorts from the escort agency were quarreling outside the Wangfu. My third uncle feared that they would hinder important matters, so he first lured them into the Wangfu and detained them, then dispatched Tang Xian, a secret investigator from the Wangfu, to disguise himself as a prison guard to investigate. Who would have thought... that Yang Yu was actually you, Young Master Wang."

  "It was that guy after all." Yang Zhao coldly smiled and hummed, asking: "Tang Xie is a person from your Tang Gate, right? Why would he recognize this king?"

  Tang Zhongqing said: "Tang Shuang is skilled in disguise, and as a person, he is alert and efficient. So in the past few years, every time King Shu returned to Daxing City, he would bring him along. Therefore, he has entered the imperial palace several times and has also seen the young prince."

  Yang Zhao nodded and asked, "Since you know who I am, why are you so bold as to come and kill me? I seem to remember... that Tang Siewen, the one with a temper like a wild bull, is your brother, right? Is it just to help that wild bull vent his anger that the Tang clan would dare to harm the imperial prince?"

  Tang Zhongqing smiled wryly, thinking of his appearance when he came out, and it had only been half a night, but in his heart, it was as if he had been separated from the world for ages. He shook his head and said, "No, there's another reason behind this, which is related to a big matter." At that moment, he concisely explained the big matter that Tangmen had planned for over a decade, as well as the secret plots of Shu King Yang Xiu.

  Yang Zhao Yue listened more and felt shocked, never expecting that there was such a situation inside. He quickly turned his mind, trying to search for memories before crossing over, vaguely remembering that Yang Xiu seemed to have ended up like that, and his heart became even more certain. After hesitating for a while, he asked again: "What's going on with Ming Yue?"

  "That was the concubine who used the Tang family's ultimate skill, 'Misty Eyes', on her." Tang Zhongqing was truly obedient and honest, saying: "It can confuse people's minds, making those who receive the technique completely follow the suggestions and act accordingly. But... I haven't mastered it yet, so I can only use it on ordinary people without martial arts like her."

  It's indeed this evil art. Yang Zhao snorted coldly. He held his spirit and will firmly, not fearing that Tang Zhong would cast this "Enchanting Gaze" on himself, and asked again: "Since the Tang Sect has already cooperated with my uncle, why do you still want to capture me?"

  Tang Zhong sighed and said, "The King of Shu is too cunning. Originally, the Tang family was just cooperating with him, but in the past two years, he has infiltrated his power into the Tang family, trying to turn the tables. Nine out of ten elders of the Tang family have already been bought by him. If this continues, the Tang family will become a puppet for others. My father's heart is filled with anger and was planning to make arrangements to counterbalance. Coincidentally... Your Highness arrived in Chengdu at this critical moment. So I and my third uncle thought... Your Highness, I won't dare again."

  "Is that so... it seems like a good idea after all..." Yang Zhao furrowed his brow and pondered. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind, and he tossed the half-antidote in his hand, exclaiming: "Look up, what is this?"

  Tang Zhong's expression changed, and he immediately looked up at her, his voice soft as he replied: "It's... the antidote for the Seven Great Limits. The Seven Great Limits is a poison that this humble concubine had originally intended to use to harm the Prince, made from seven types of medicinal ingredients with extreme properties - extremely cold, extremely yin, extremely supplementing, extremely yang, extremely dry, extremely damp, and extremely draining. Only this humble concubine knows its composition and properties. The Prince is benevolent, and just now gave this humble concubine half an antidote to take, which can suppress the poison's effects until seven days later. If there is no more antidote after seven days, then the poison will penetrate deep into the five organs and six viscera, and even a god would be unable to save her."

  Yang Zhao was taken aback by her explanation, and unexpectedly gained something from it. He put the half-antidote back in his palm, coughed twice, and said sternly: "You'd better understand, listen carefully. Now I need you to help me with something. If you do well, I'll return the antidote to you seven days later. Otherwise... humph! You can just wait for death."

  Tang Zhong's whole body began to tremble again, and he lowered his head and said: "This humble concubine... this humble concubine understands. Your Highness can give orders as you please."

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