Dugu Jie stared at him for a long time before nodding. He said to Chen Desheng, "It's getting late. Mr. Mo should be on his way. Desheng, it's time for us to return to the palace."
"Your Majesty is right."
Mo Liansheng held onto his horse and stood by the side of the road. After sending off the emperor's carriage, he leaned against a birch tree behind him and sat on the ground, his legs weak.
He touched his forehead and broke out in cold sweat. The Son of Heaven was indeed the Son of Heaven. One look was enough to make one's legs go weak.
Mo Liansheng only felt his tongue go numb, after his beating heart slowly returned to normal. He felt extremely uncomfortable and was already showing signs of being poisoned.
Mo Liansheng thought that the wine given by the Emperor had been poisoned. He thought that he was dead for sure, but after a day and a night, he did not die from the poison.
But he had lost his taste buds and sense of smell!
