"The message from the Empress is that the Emperor seems to have been poisoned by a scheme from our Prince Mo," Zhen Wu said.
Even now, he couldn't understand it. They had never poisoned the Emperor, so how had it become Prince Mo's Mansion's fault?
"We?"
Zimo laughed. It truly was a case of a desire to condemn bringing its own excuse.
Was it now that whatever happened in the palace was his fault? He might as well have directly poisoned the Emperor himself.
"Was the Emperor truly poisoned?" he asked again.
"Perhaps, yes," Zhen Wu replied uncertainly, reflecting his own doubt.
But people in the palace were indeed very anxious, nearly to the point of sealing off the city.
"Perhaps, the poison is real," Lin Caisang interjected as she listened to their conversation.
"Sang'er, what do you mean by that?" Zimo turned to her and asked.
"Have you forgotten how the robe I gave you disappeared initially?" Lin Caisang reminded him as she looked his way.
At her words, Zimo was startled.
