"Everyone, don't touch me about this matter. I'm just thinking about what to do next to the Zixu Dynasty. I'm not for this throne." Wei Zeqing hurriedly left himself clear.

"Mr. Wei, this is not impossible. Now the Ninth Prince cannot inherit the throne at all, and Your Majesty has no descendants. And you are the son of the eldest princess and the blood of our Zixu Dynasty. It is natural that you inherit the throne." The minister became more and more excited.

If Weizeqing came to inherit the throne, they could really solve the problems in front of them.

"No, no." Wei Zeqing shook his head repeatedly, "How can this make it?"

"Your Majesty is still here, and the Ninth Prince is also here." Wei Zeqing hurriedly persuaded the excited ministers, "Let's find out what happened to Your Majesty's poisoning first."

"What's wrong with this?" the minister turned to look at Rong Linxiao and asked, "Evil Emperor, even you don't know what kind of toxicity is this poison?"

"I really haven't seen this poison before." Rong Linxiao admitted generously. He is not a god and knows everything.

"You still have to ask the old man Baicao." Rong Linxiao said that, and looked at the old man Baicao.

The old man Baicao nodded slightly and said, "I didn't expect anyone to use such things to make poison."

"This is a kind of weed in the mountains." said the old man Baicao. "The toxin is not very high. If you don't care about it on weekdays, it will not constitute toxicity at all."

"It's like being bitten by a mosquito. No one will feel that he's poisoned because of this, right?" asked the old man Baicao.

All the ministers found it a bit ridiculous. They were bitten by mosquitoes, so what was so strange about it?

Who is not ticked in summer?

"What if it were thousands of mosquito bites? At the same time." After the old man Baicao said this, the ministers' expressions suddenly changed.

A wise minister immediately understood what the old man Baicao said.

"You mean, the poison that hurts our Majesty is the toxicity of the weeds being gathered?"

"That's right." said the old man Baicao, "This toxicity will make people weak and numb the body, and eventually they will die of weakness."

"No one has ever used this poison, and it is the first time I have seen it." said the old man Baicao.

"Aren't this kind of weed everywhere? Everyone may be poisoned in the future." The ministers were worried. If this were the case, what would you do in the future?

"Don't worry about this." said the old man Baicao, "This kind of grass is the most in Wu Sihang's fiefdom. There are very few other places."

After the old man Baicao said this, the ministers took a breath.

"Do you mean that even if there are such weeds in other places, it is impossible to extract so many poisons?" the minister asked excitedly.

"It can be said that." said the old man Baicao, "but the abundant weeds in Wu Sihang's fiefdom does not mean that he made it. There is no direct evidence that it was collected by him."

"What else can I doubt about this?" the minister sneered, "The person who wants to get the throne the most is the Ninth Prince. There are poisons, assassins and motives, and all the reasons are all."
Chapter completed!