Is the target of the strategy darkened? Then die again

Just when he saw those light-colored glazed eyes closing, Lin Ziye quickly let go of his hand as if he had woken up from a dream.

But his body fell down weakly.

"Qin Yili? Qin Yili! Your Highness——"

And when Lin Ziye shouted for the third time, he suddenly spit out a large mouthful of blood. His limbs seemed to have been injected with mercury. He was so heavy that he could not even support the person in his arms.

"Dian-poof..."

Seeing that Qin Yili was about to fall heavily to the ground, Lin Ziye spurted blood again with rage in his heart.

And those closed star eyes opened with a faint smile.

Qin Yili, who used his body to stand still, lowered his head and looked at Lin Ziye, who was already half-kneeling on the ground: "I just taught you not to easily believe the truth in front of you, why have you forgotten it again?"

Lin Ziye, who had his sincerity teased one after another, lost his composure: "When?!"

Even when his mind was in turmoil, he held his breath. It was impossible for him to be poisoned by contact with Qin Yili, unless it was——

"It's just what you think."

Qin Yili bent down, lifted his chin with his fingertips, and looked into those eyes that were full of hatred and so beautiful that people couldn't look away.

Difficulty controlling one's overhand touch.

Lin Ziye didn't even blink.

until--

[Host, ah ah, are you going to dig out the male protagonist’s eyes? ! 】

Qin Yili, who was awakened by Xiaoba Shu's voice, noticed that his hand had been slightly bent. Anyone who saw this scene would suspect that he wanted to gouge people's eyes.

"..."

He didn't! He is not! He just looks beautiful and wants to touch her more!

Worried that he would forget the script if he read it again, Qin Yili reluctantly looked at Lin Ziye's thin lips.

want to kiss.

"Xu Weizhi."

Lin Ziye, who didn't know what Qin Yili was thinking, expressed his guess.

"Ahem..." Qin Yili, who was almost losing his composure, coughed slightly and nodded: "He has been with herbs all year round, and the change in his body's odor is not easy for others to notice."

Lin Ziye completely relaxed after solving the mystery.

"Kill if you want."

Qin Yili, who turned to hug his waist, said in surprise: "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"

Lin Ziye: "..."

"You didn't kill me when you were under pressure from both countries to make me your queen. How could I want to kill you now that I am in control of both countries?"

Qin Yili described the scars on his face in detail: "I will not break what I promised you, but how about you and I change our identities?"

Lin Ziye: "..."

In his shocked eyes, Qin Yili smiled slyly: "I am the emperor, and you are the queen."

"..."

Lin Ziye fainted completely as his energy and blood surged.

At this time, a man came out from the corner of the hall and asked politely: "How many mouthfuls of blood did you spit out?"

"Three bites."

Xu Weizhi, who was carrying the medicine box, nodded with satisfaction: "It's not bad. I've barely vomited out most of the toxins in my body. It only takes half a year to recover as before."

Qin Yili was a little worried: "He always falls into nightmares late at night. Is it related to the chronic poison he was given in Beiyuan?"

What he asked Xu Weizhi to inject was not any poison, but to let the poison that had accumulated in his body for many years be discharged through vomiting blood.

Xu Weizhi rolled his eyes: "The culprit is terminally ill and will be trapped in nightmares. Not only does he not reflect on it, but now he has to create more shadows for him. He will not have to sleep for the rest of his life."

"Then I'll just have to trouble you."

When it came to this matter, there was no hesitation on his part, and Xu Weizhi had no choice.

"As promised, I will only administer the medicine. I have no control over whether he takes it or not."

"He knows how to eat." Qin Yili looked at the person in his arms with particularly affectionate eyes.

Xu Weizhi felt uncomfortable looking at this greasy and crooked picture: "When will you return this person to me?"

Xu Weizhi felt unhappy after receiving Qin Yili's letter asking him to rescue the traitors in Baicao Valley.

"By now, he should be in your medicine house."

"Humph!"

Xu Weizhi snorted twice: "How long do you want to hold me? If the ink goes down, they should all come in."

Reluctantly, she handed Lin Ziye in her arms to him.

"He has just finished vomiting blood. Give him some tranquilizer and let him sleep for three days."

Three days later, everything was settled.

"I know, it's so verbose!"

Speaking fiercely, Xu Weizhi turned around and took out the porcelain bottle and threw it to him: "This is my newly developed medicine. It can temporarily prevent you from having an attack for three days after taking it. However, when the attack occurs, the pain will be several times greater. Do you want to take it?" look at yourself."

"Thank you."

Qin Yili took one pill without hesitation, glanced at the unconscious Lin Ziye, and left the hall without hesitation.

Looking at his back, Xu Weizhi murmured to himself: "I really don't know what you are fooling around with..."

The fighting at the steps outside the palace has ended.

The ground was stained red with blood.

Seeing Qin Yili walking out, Lin Yichen, who was wearing civilian uniform, was the first to kneel on the ground and bow down.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for your victory—"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for your victory—"

The deafening shouts resounded throughout the entire Southern Palace.

……

And the Lin family at that time.

Qin Mingyu was pacing back and forth in Lin Qingping's study angrily. He picked up the tea cup on the table and threw it towards the door.

Like a paramecium that is incapable of rage and can only vent its anger on others: "Why are we waiting here? Why can't I go back to the palace? Your Highness is the successor emperor appointed by the late emperor, and the person sitting on it now should be me. !”

Lin Qingping, who bore his anger, remained silent.

From that day when Chen'er came to his study and forcefully 'taken over' the Lin family's power, everything went into chaos.

Since the fall of the southern border, he has stayed behind closed doors, and even the servants in the mansion rarely see him.

On the first day of his house arrest, he still didn't understand where Chen'er was from. After a few days without seeing Qin Mingyu sending people to look for him, everything became clear.

Looking at Lin Qingping with resentful eyes, Qin Mingyu said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you speak? Do you think Qin Yili should sit in that supreme position?"

"I……"

Before Lin Qingping finished speaking, Qin Mingyu interrupted him with a sinister smile: "It's a pity that he doesn't have this life! Hahahaha... I can only be the one sitting on that dragon chair!"

Seeing his expression getting more and more crazy, Lin Qingping's brows grew anxious: "Has Your Highness taken any medicine recently?"

Because Qin Mingyu was poisoned in her mother's womb, Qin Mingyu was fostered by the late emperor in the Baicao Valley to recuperate.

Even though he recovered almost like normal people, the headache was never cured. For this reason, he had to take a lot of medicine every day to suppress the various voices in his head.

Qin Mingyu, who was suffering from madness, looked at him with scarlet eyes.

He grinned, revealing a ferocious smile that reached behind his ears.

"Medicine? Your Highness doesn't want to take it! This is how it feels if you don't take medicine, hahaha——"

Before he could even laugh twice, he bent over in pain and held his head: "It hurts so much... medicine, give me medicine, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Fortunately, Qin Yili had been living in the secret passage of the Lin family for a while.

Lin Qingping dug out a damp medicine from the corner.

Half-crouching, he stuffed the medicine into Qin Mingyu's mouth, who started scratching his face frantically and wouldn't stop even when he saw blood.

"Your Highness? Yu'er, I am uncle. Be obedient and swallow the medicine..."

Lin Qingping, who cared about family ties, used his soft voice to comfort those who were screaming in pain due to the sequelae of drug withdrawal.

"Whose uncle are you? Hahaha...Lin Qingping, do you think you are really my uncle? You have been deceived, hehehe..."

Lin Qingping, who threw the medicine into his mouth when he opened his mouth, heard the next words.

The worry on his face froze.

The medicine melted into the throat and took effect very quickly. Qin Mingyu quickly woke up from the pain.

Seeing him sitting on the ground, and Lin Qingping just standing there but not coming to help him, his face suddenly elongated, and his heart was full of dissatisfaction with the Lin family.

Lin Yichen didn't know him before, so he didn't have to worry about following Qin Yili.

But Lin Qingping knew his identity and still dared to treat him like this?

After he ascends the throne, these things will be settled one by one!

Lin Qingping stared blankly at Qin Mingyu, who had a sinister look in his eyes, pursed his lips and asked: "What does your highness mean when you say I am not your uncle..."

Qin Mingyu didn't expect that he would tell the truth when he was sick. His expression paused slightly, and then he said nonchalantly: "Uncle, you also know that when I have a headache, I will be confused and say some confused words. How can you not be my uncle? .”

He said uneasily: "My father told you my identity personally. Don't you still believe me?"

Can……

What if the late emperor deceived him?