I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 351 Help Me Test the Poison

[Brainwashing the Grand Tutor and Marquis Wenzhao was only the initial plan; Yin Lanci's ultimate goal was to make them witnesses when the fake imperial edict in her possession was drafted.]

Yin Lanci wanted the two of them to testify before the world that the late emperor had indeed left a will, and that he intended Prince Cheng to be the heir to the throne.

Chu Liuzheng clicked his tongue in amazement.

[Wow! Good heavens, the Grand Tutor is the tyrant's teacher; no one's words carry more weight with the people. If Yin Lanci succeeds, wouldn't the tyrant be seen as a shameless villain who disobeyed the late emperor's dying wish and murdered his brother for personal gain in his quest for the throne?]

Xiao Jingfan's face darkened; this woman's insults were quite fluent.

No wonder Yin Lanci was willing to risk exposure to capture the Grand Tutor; in this matter, the Grand Tutor carries far more weight than Prince Rui and Zhang Qian.

Chu Liuzheng continued reading.

According to Yin Lanci's plan, by the time she reached an agreement with the Grand Tutor and produced the imperial edict, Prince Cheng would already be a puppet in her hands. She could remain perfectly hidden behind the scenes, manipulating Prince Cheng to influence the entire situation. The Grand Tutor would then work in concert with her from within.

Once everything is settled and the dust has settled, she will have Prince Cheng pass the throne to her, making her a true empress. Wouldn't that solve the problem of overthrowing the Sheng dynasty and restoring the Yong dynasty?

[At that time, the blank imperial edict in Prince Cheng's hands will also fall into her hands. She has already planned that on the first day of her ascension to the throne, she will issue a death decree in the name of the late emperor, ordering the execution of all the late emperor's children and grandchildren on the grounds of filial impiety, leaving none alive, so that the late emperor will not rest in peace even in the afterlife.]

Chu Liuzheng frowned as she looked at him.

[As expected of a ruthless character who feeds his life to poison the Gu, he's gone mad! With so many princes and grandsons, how many people must he have killed? Doesn't he fear causing chaos and ending up with nothing?]

[I remember the late emperor treated this daughter-in-law quite well, but not only was she poisoned to death, she also had to bear the infamy even in her coffin. Why does Yin Lanci always target this emperor?]

Xiao Jingfan, who was also victimized: ?
Am I not the emperor?

Chu Liuzheng quickly found the answer in the system.

[Oh, so it's because the late emperor looked so much like the founding emperor that Yin Lanci's hatred was all focused on him. He's treating him like the founding emperor who destroyed the Great Yong Dynasty.]

[Hiss—this woman is so crazy, if she really became empress, wouldn't she suddenly decide to drag all the emperors of the Great Sheng Dynasty out of their tombs and whip their corpses together?]

Xiao Jingfan: !!

Although it was just a hypothetical scenario, it still ignited a surge of anger within him.

He pursed his lips, and a murderous intent surged in his dark eyes like a tide, but he forcibly suppressed it in an instant, condensing it into an extremely dark and bright point, hidden deep in his pupils.

No rush, we'll settle these scores one by one after we catch that crazy woman.

Chu Liuzheng had no idea that her wild guesses had given Yin Lanci a huge dose of gossip. As she scrolled through her notes, she spotted a piece of gossip related to the Grand Tutor and immediately clicked to see the details.

Oh dear, the Grand Tutor is probably going to have a major mishap!

Xiao Jingfan's eyelids twitched immediately. What happened?!
Chu Liuzheng looked at the gossip in front of him.

[Grand Tutor, Grand Tutor, don't use your age to fabricate such outrageous lies! What kind of extraordinary person from Kunlun Mountain would a tyrant have by his side?]

[And with a wave of his sleeve, thunder, lightning, rain, and snow erupt—so one person does the work of both the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning? Do the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning even know this? I should have asked you to write articles when I wanted to fool the tyrant into becoming a charlatan!]

Xiao Jingfan: ? ? ?

[Lord Wenzhao, don't listen to the Grand Tutor's nonsense! Where's your brain? I only asked you to pretend to be brainwashed, not to actually lose your mind. Don't you know you should take good care of your valuables?]

Chu Liuzheng grew increasingly weary as he read on. [Although Yin Lanci's spies in the capital have been wiped out, it doesn't mean she can't know what's happening in the palace. The Grand Tutor's words might fool some low-ranking officials, but against Yin Lanci, they'd be exposed in a heartbeat! No one with a normal brain would believe that!]

If Yin Lanci discovered that the Grand Tutor and Marquis Wenzhao had deliberately deceived her and made a fool of her, she'd probably give them a free, deluxe poisonous insect meal. Then it would go from brainwashing to brain-eating.

Chu Liuzheng truly couldn't understand why the Grand Tutor, with his brilliant mind, would come up with such a terrible idea.

Am I too stupid to see through the Grand Tutor's true intentions, or has the Grand Tutor really been brainwashed by those people?

It's truly heartbreaking.

Xiao Jingfan had been filled with questions since the beginning.

Even with his understanding of the Grand Tutor, he couldn't decipher what his mentor wanted to do from his inner thoughts.

But he was more certain than Chu Liuzheng of one thing: the Grand Tutor's mind wasn't broken.

He believed that the Grand Tutor must have had his reasons for doing this. Perhaps the Grand Tutor, who had gone deep into the enemy camp, knew something that they did not yet know, and these unknowns forced the Grand Tutor to come up with such an outrageous negotiation method.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jingfan secretly glanced at Chu Liuzheng.

As was the case on many occasions before, this woman had overlooked some crucial information.

"Hey!" Seeing that Chu Liuzheng hadn't spoken for a while, Feng Jing waved his hand in front of her eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

"What?" Chu Liuzheng, disregarding his intention to search for the Grand Tutor in the system, closed the system and turned to look at him.

Feng Jing scoffed: "You didn't listen to a word I said just now. I asked you to give me your hand so I could take your pulse."

Chu Liuzheng suddenly remembered his not-so-serious internal injury and obediently handed over his hand.

"You..." Feng Jing took her pulse for a while, then looked up at her face. "Your constitution is unusual, isn't it?"

He hadn't thought anything was wrong before, but now that he thought about it, it was very illogical that Chu Liuzheng, an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, had been in the same room with Jiang Yao, who was in that state and remained conscious, for so long, and had only been infected with a little corpse poison.

He was immune to all poisons, and later, Siyue was guarding Jiang Yao, so he didn't notice anything amiss.

Now, taking his pulse, details he had overlooked came to light.

Chu Liuzheng didn't understand and looked at him in confusion.

“If you hadn’t suffered internal injuries, I wouldn’t have noticed.” Feng Jing released his hand. “The medicine I prescribed for you should be able to cure the corpse poison you’ve been afflicted with, but your constitution is different from that of ordinary people. The dosage is insufficient, and there are still residual toxins in your body that haven’t been cleared.”

Upon hearing this, Siyue immediately remembered that the instructor wanted to keep Chu Liuzheng as a test subject for medicine.

She looked at Chu Liuzheng thoughtfully, who was anxiously asking, "Then what should we do?"

"It's just a little residual poison. Even without the antidote, you'll be able to digest it all on your own in a few days." Feng Jing didn't care, his eyes shining as he stared at her. "Could you do me a small favor?"

Chu Liuzheng felt uneasy under his gaze, but remembering that Feng Jing had indeed helped her a lot, she asked, "What kind of help?"

"Help me test for poison." Feng Jing grinned and took out a thumb-sized white porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket.

Chu Liuzheng: "..."

Don't make testing food seem as simple as eating!