The wise man was already dead.
Believe it or not, it had to be believed.
What, go to the dead for verification?
"Someone, bring wine!"
The Empress was secretly angry and ordered someone to bring the poisoned wine and place it in front of Lin Qingluo.
"Your Majesty!"
The Old Master was greatly shocked, his breath almost stopping.
"This glass of wine contains five different poisons. Once you drink it, your throat will be ruined, you'll become mute, and live the rest of your life as a cripple."
The Empress gave a gloomy smile: "Since the Duke of Zhen's mansion is truly loyal and has no intention of rebelling, drink this glass of poison wine and I will believe you."
"Your Majesty, when the Grand Ancestor bestowed the life-saving token, he wanted her descendants to remember the loyalty of the Lin Clan's military officials, so that at a critical moment, the lives of the Lin Clan's disciples could be saved."
The Old Master was furious and argued on the grounds of reason.
