After the truth came out, they begged me not to die.

Inside the mirror.

The scene changes.

Prince Mu's Mansion.

It was getting late. Due to the curfew imposed by Purple Dragon City, there were no pedestrians on the streets. The surrounding shops were closed and only rows of lanterns with writing on them gave off a faint yellow light.

From time to time, groups of black-armored soldiers holding torches would pass by on the streets.

In the dim night, it seemed more and more peaceful.

At this moment, a short figure walked out of the back door of Prince Mu's mansion.

Upon closer inspection, this man turned out to be the old coachman who drove the prince's chariot during the day.

After he left Prince Mu's Mansion, he walked straight in one direction.

After the thin old man left, Chen Zun walked out of the darkness, stared for a while, and then followed quietly.

On the way, the thin old man was still somewhat vigilant and kept walking around the path.

There was no fixed route at all. If it weren't for Chen Zun's powerful spiritual consciousness, he would have thought he had been discovered.

After walking around for half an hour, the skinny old man met a patrolling armored soldier and asked, and the skinny old man handed over a waist badge.

When the leader saw that it was the waist badge of Prince Mu's Mansion, he returned it respectfully and let him go directly.

In this way, the thin old man encountered several groups of black-armored soldiers and passed without any obstruction. After several turns, he finally stopped in front of a farmhouse.

I saw him touching his waist, and there was a large black cloak in his hand.

He pulled up the cloak to cover his whole body, and then his body made a crackling sound, and his figure became taller.

This thin old man can actually move bones and stretch out flesh!

After he finished doing this, he stretched out his palm, tapped twice rhythmically on the door, and then coughed lightly.

Someone in the house immediately lowered his voice and asked, "Who?"

The thin old man spoke, his voice hoarse.

"it's me."

After hearing the voice of the thin old man, the door opened from the inside, and a man with a nervous face carefully poked his head out.

When he saw the tall figure of the thin old man, his face relaxed and he leaned sideways to let the thin old man in.

Then, he poked his head outside to look outside for a few times before closing the door.

After the two entered the house, they lit an oil lamp, and the house lit up, but it was very weak.

Chen Zun had quietly climbed to the roof, held his breath, removed a piece of mud tile, exposed a small crack, and looked in.

Through the dim yellow light, I could see the whole scene clearly.

The person who opened the door before was a man with fair skin. He looked about fifty years old. The beard on his lips looked very inconsistent. At first glance, it looked like a fake beard glued on.

He turned to look at the figure sitting at the table and spoke.

"You finally came."

His voice was extremely high-pitched, unlike a man's. It had a bit of a woman's stickiness to it, and when mixed together, it sounded neither masculine nor feminine.

This man appears to be a eunuch.

When Han Youjin outside the mirror saw the man's face clearly, his expression changed.

He immediately recognized him as Huang Ying, the chief eunuch of his father's side.

He was not in the palace at this time, and there must be something fishy about meeting the coachman from Prince Mu's palace late at night.

Sure enough, the hoarse voice of the thin old man was heard.

"Manager Huang, how did you do with the things you were told?"

When Huang Ying heard this, her face became a little unnatural, and she whispered: "Old slave will naturally do what King Mu told you. However, His Majesty has been getting weaker and weaker recently, and he seems to have doubts. The people in the imperial dining room have changed. Another batch, it’s hard to start with, now, even I am suspicious.”

The thin old man's voice became louder: "Why, His Majesty doubts you. Did you notice that your hands and feet were not clean?"

Huang Ying nodded hesitantly before saying, "That should be the case. Otherwise, I usually arrange His Majesty's meals, but now another eunuch is in charge."

The thin old man was silent for a while and then said: "Have the previous batch of people been dealt with?"

Huang Ying replied: "Don't worry, sir. Those people I transferred to the side palace to work have been dealt with. No one will notice that there are a few missing eunuchs in the palace."

He is the eunuch in charge, a popular figure around the emperor, and is in charge of the personnel transfer of the entire palace. Not to mention a few eunuchs, but also some concubines, if he wants, he can also make them disappear into the world without anyone noticing.

At this point, Huang Ying showed fear and began to plead.

"Sir, we can no longer do the poisoning thing for His Majesty. This is a capital crime for the nine tribes. If Your Majesty finds out, we will all be dead."

Poison? !

Hearing this, Chen Zun's pupils shrank.

"Why panic? King Mu is here to support you. As long as you are careful, everything will be fine."

The thin old man snorted, seemingly dissatisfied.

Seeing that Huang Ying's expression became panicked, the thin old man calmed down his tone.

"Don't be afraid. The poison your Majesty was poisoned was prepared by an expert. It is colorless and tasteless. Even immortal cultivators cannot detect it or detect it."

"That's good. King Mu is thoughtful and wise, but this old slave is too worried."

When Huang Ying heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief. With a smile on his face, he said flatteringly: "Sir, one month has passed. Considering how hard this old slave works, the antidote..."

"Take it."

The thin old man touched his waist, and a white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand, and he threw it casually.

"That's two months' worth."

Huang Ying hurriedly borrowed the white porcelain bottle, unsealed it, poured out a red pill, and swallowed it alive.

The thin old man continued: "As long as you work hard to do things well for King Mu, the poison in your body will naturally be released for you after the work is completed. When the time comes, you will make the most of your contribution, and His Highness will not treat you badly."

Huang Ying stuffed the white porcelain bottle into her arms, her face blooming with joy.

"When working for His Highness King Mu, I will naturally do my best."

"That's good."

The thin old man thought for a moment and then said: "Since His Majesty has already doubted you, then don't mess with the food. Stop for a while and wait for my notification. During this period, you only need to serve Your Majesty with peace of mind and resume your service." Let’s gain his trust.”

Huang Ying nodded: "Yes, everything depends on your orders."

This act of killing the nine tribes made him tremble every day, feeling like he was walking on thin ice. If he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss.

If Huang Ying wasn't being coerced, she wouldn't dare to do it even if she was beaten to death.

Seeing that the matter was almost finished, the thin old man stood up.

"I'm leaving. I'll let you know sometimes."

Huang Ying realized that she had the medicine and didn't want to stay with this gloomy guy.

Now that he has been out of the palace for a long time, it will be troublesome if people find out that he has left the palace.

However, there was always a question in his heart. Seeing that nothing happened now, it wouldn't take long.

Immediately, Huang Ying gathered her courage and asked in a low voice to the thin old man: "Sir, I am a little curious about the prince's illness..."