Old Mu took a good look at Lele and thought, he had always known the child was smart, but not this smart.
The brothers working together was seamless. His nephew was truly blessed with such amazing sons. The other two younger ones also seemed promising, Old Mu was very pleased and happy for his nephew.
"This kind of thing should only happen once, not twice."
"Mm, granduncle, I know." Lele thought to himself, heâs not stupid, doing this requires the right timing, location, and people.
Although he came up with the idea, it wouldnât have worked without his brother cooperating so well.
"Uncle, theyâre all inside, you should go in now."
"Alright."
Saying this, Old Mu and Luo Linhao entered the courtyard.
Ye Ziâan led a few people into the study, while Ye Yi and others stood guard outside.
"Whatâs the result? Can it still be treated?" As soon as he entered, Old Mu asked directly.
"Difficult!" Mu Shaoling shook his head, "At least in the short term, recovery is unlikely, and Uncle, even if you arrived fast, if it were delayed a few more days, not only would he be untreatable, but within half a month, he would ascend to heaven."
"Ah?" Old Mu was slightly startled, then said to Ye Ziâan, "You predicted it right."
Old Mu asked again, "Is it poison?"
"Yes, itâs poison, a toxin that can control a person. Someone poisoned with this, with a few other things, can be manipulated to do whatever the poisoner wants, even commit suicide. But the bad thing about this poison is that in the late stages or if heavily poisoned from the start, one would go mad like Prince Ning."
"If so, itâs not surprising Prince Ning confessed to those things himself." Ye Ziâan said, "We just donât know how long Prince Ning has been poisoned. Were the matters of Fancy Red Pavilion later pinned on him by Prince Le, or as Prince Le said, was Fancy Red Pavilion originally Prince Ningâs, and it was just that Prince Le happened to get this poison and reverse-controlled Prince Ning afterward?"
Mu Shaoling said, "I guess itâs probably the latter, the incubation period of this poison is very long, and it manifests slowly; Prince Ningâs blood is black and purplish-red in color, a color that couldnât have developed overnight."
"Brother Shaoling, there are two questions now," Luo Linhao said upon hearing this, "If the poison is cured, can Prince Ningâs mind return to normal? If we heal him but his mind doesnât recover, then itâs better not to treat him; he wasnât a good person anyway, keeping him alive is a waste of food."
Ye Ziâanâs mouth twitched at this. A dignified prince, and heâs called a waste of food; if the Emperor knew, heâd probably be outraged.
"Whatâs the second question?"
"The second question is crucial," Luo Linhao pondered aloud, "If this poison is slow to act, with a long incubation, normal people wouldnât realize theyâre poisoned, and later on, theyâre completely controlled, knowing nothing. Then are there others poisoned in the court? Among the princes, besides Prince Ning, who else? Most critically, has that person been poisoned?"
It must be said that Luo Linhaoâs question is very important.
If many people are poisoned, the situation would be unimaginable.
Further thinking, if the Imperial Army in the palace, half of the Ministry of War, and the West Mountain camp were controlled, they would truly be like fish on a chopping board.
Mu Shaoling, however, shook his head, "There isnât that much poison, it couldnât be used on that many people."