He had endured so much, why should he go to die?
One day, he would obtain the antidote, and when that time came, not one of those who had harmed him would escape. Even if he couldn't deal with them himself, he would find a way to torment them to death.
"This is a fine thing, isn't it? The Emperor isn't fond of it?"
Eldest Brother Yan examined the porcelain bottle in his hand closely.
Although the poison caused unbearable pain, it equally strengthened the body; truly a wonderful thing. However, for the old emperor, it was indeed not so great.
"Who would like it?"
The old emperor instinctively shouted at him.
This was poison that had almost killed him just moments ago; how could he possibly like it?
"Your son likes it quite a bit," Eldest Brother Yan replied.
The old emperor: "..."
Of course, he would like it; he wasn't the one being tortured!
