"I am your royal father, what are those ants outside?"

"Those ants are nothing, but at least they all support the Third Prince, don't they?" The voice came from outside the door, and An Jiuyue, accompanied by Qian Jiyun, walked into the bedroom.

"you…"

The old emperor looked at An Jiuyue with hatred in his eyes.

Why didn't this woman die in the first place? It was really fate, and it was because the people under him were not doing well that she was able to break ground on his head now.

"Your majesty, you should write down everything you shouldn't write." An Jiuyue looked at the old emperor with a smile.

"Don't think about it!"

The old emperor gritted his teeth and spit out two words.

"oh."

An Jiuyue nodded, and didn't say anything to him anymore, she turned her attention to Boss Yan.

"Brother, how many pills did you give him just now?"

"One grain."

Boss Yan said.

Although there are many relievers in his hand, they should be used sparingly, right?

"One pill? But the medicine Ji Yun gave him is two pills, that is to say, he won't be able to relieve the pain overnight, and the pain will last for half an hour."

An Jiuyue looked at the old emperor with a playful gaze.

"you-"

The old emperor only felt a bad breath stuck in his throat.

In other words, he sold so many of himself, but the antidote he got in exchange was nothing. What should hurt still hurts, but it changed from an hour to half an hour, and it was only one day. time!

How could there be such a vicious woman? How did Qian Jiyun find such a woman to be his princess?

"Actually, we don't need to worry. Those who want to come to him to confess will be poisoned in the near future. Let's catch them first and then talk about the rest. After he has had enough pain, I believe he will tell."

Qian Jiyun glanced at the old emperor faintly, and said to Boss Yan.

"Yes, Ji Yun is right."

An Jiuyue nodded, feeling that what Qian Jiyun said was quite right, anyone can use the strategy of delaying the attack.

The old emperor wanted to get an antidote, so the things he wrote must be poisoned and killed in the near future. As for the things he didn't write down, he should have laid the groundwork. Maybe it would take a few months before something happened.

"Qian Jiyun! An Jiuyue!"

The old emperor looked at them and really wanted to spit out a mouthful of old blood.

But he had vomited enough blood these days, and he didn't eat very well, he had already lost too much blood, even if he wanted to vomit blood, he couldn't vomit it out.

"Let's go~lightnovelpub.net~ Go first and arrest all the people he confessed."

The three of them ignored the old emperor, Boss Yan also nodded when he heard Qian Jiyun's words, and turned his head to explain to the guards.

"You stay here and watch. When the emperor thinks clearly and is willing to explain everything, come to me again. I want to see how much he hides and refuses to say."

"Yes, my lord."

The guard responded and watched the prince leave. He also left the bedroom and stood guard outside.

"Nizi, Nizi!"

The roar of the old emperor came from the bedroom, and the sound of objects being smashed was also heard.

Then, on this day, the old emperor found that his three meals a day were replaced by steamed buns and pickles, which he had never eaten before, and which were difficult to swallow.

He was even more angry, he didn't touch those things at all, and then kept staring at them, as if those two steamed buns were Qian Jiyun and Boss Yan.