Baili Han has been running rampant in the Great Zhou for many years; how could a little poison possibly affect him?
He was not the one who went to the cliff to trade for the antidote, so naturally, the person who fell off the cliff and was considered dead wasnât him either.
"You know to call me aunt, but not uncle-in-law?"
"Come on, letâs be real, Iâve never seen a kidnapping uncle-in-law," Yangyang retorted stubbornly. "Hurry up and let me go."
"Alright, untie him," Prince Le instructed the people behind him.
With his hands free, Yangyang rubbed his wrists and glanced around. It seemed unlikely he could escape.
Prince Le didnât seem worried about him escaping either. He looked at the old man on the ground, "Take him away."
Two subordinates immediately stepped forward to grab the old man and headed out the door.
"Hey, where are you taking him?" Yangyang followed but was blocked by two people at the door.
Only then did Prince Le say, "Stay here for now. Tomorrow someone will take you for training. Donât think about escaping; there are too many people here, and with your skills, you wonât get away. Donât force your way out, or donât blame me if you get hurt."
"Then where are you taking the old man?"
"Why do you care?"
Prince Le gave him a sideways glance and then left.
"Hey, I donât care about him, but what about my aunt?"
Hearing the kid yelling behind him, Prince Le didnât reply and went directly into a dungeon with his group.
Once underground, the old man was thrown inside.
"Old Poison Monster! Who gave you the nerve to disobey?"
"Why should I listen to you?"
"Donât you want the antidote?" Prince Le shot him a glance, "Do you want to die? Havenât you found a successor yet?"
"Heh, who said I havenât found a successor?" The Old Poison Monster laughed. Although he was proficient in both medicine and poison, that wasnât what he most wanted to pass down. Those poisons were harmful things; nothing worth passing on. What he desired most to impart was that book of martial arts secrets, those domineering martial arts techniques.
Having finally found a martial arts prodigy, he certainly wouldnât let the opportunity slip away.
Prince Le frowned, then also laughed, "I miscalculated. I handed you a good seedling on a silver platter."
He paused, and then his voice suddenly turned piercing, "But you disrupted my plans, which displeased me greatly. There arenât many who dare defy my orders in this world."
That day, he had people go to trade for the Seven-leaf One-flower, and he calculated that those two people would die. However, he hadnât planned for Yangyang to die. Otherwise, he wouldnât have chosen the cliff, because the old man was nearby and could step in during an emergency to save the person.
Heâd left a message for the old man, instructing him to rescue the person and bring them to him afterward.
But the old man had vanished with the person, causing him to search for more than half a year before finding the two of them.
"Kill me or chop me up, do as you please!"
The Old Poison Monster wasnât afraid of whatever Prince Le planned to do to him. After all, he had already passed on the domineering martial arts to that brat, and even if he died, he had no regrets.
"Very well, proud spirit!" Prince Le signaled with his hand, "Pierce his collarbone, letâs see how he escapes!"
"Yes, master!"
Prince Le spared him no further glance and left.
Returning to the courtyard, he saw Yang Dongxue standing at the door holding a food box.
It seemed the people at the door didnât want to let her in.
"Prince!" Yang Dongxueâs eyes lit up upon seeing Prince Le.
Prince Le tugged at the corners of his mouth, "Let her in."
The people at the door naturally didnât obstruct her once the master had spoken.