"Damn it, that bitch must have done this, otherwise how could the man fall into her palace? And those doctors are all useless, and the cause of the disease hasn't been found out yet!"
In the harem of Beiyi, Saihan of the Dalan clan was gnashing her teeth, her upturned phoenix eyes filled with anger, making her look extremely fierce.
For seven days, first there were questions and snoops from the ministers in the royal court, then there were the changes in the various departments and leaders, and the repeated tests on their mother and son...
It can be said that she, Saihan, has never been targeted like this since she became the Dalan clan of the royal court.
If this kind of targeting was only directed at her, then she wouldn't be so angry that she was shaking all over. However, the biggest impact of this incident was not on her, the woman in the harem, but on Garuda, who was in the previous court.
As the most promising heir to the royal court, he has outstanding achievements and a high reputation. It can be said that as soon as Hardan dies, he will take over immediately.
However, the more logical this matter becomes, the greater the opinions of Hardan's old subordinates and confidants. Who wanted to suppress Garuda before Hardan fell ill?
Coupled with the extremely sensitive identity of the Xinyan family, they simply couldn't explain why.
It's been seven days, and if they can't find out what happened to Hadan, they might not be able to suppress all the forces.
"Mother, no matter whether this matter was done by the Xinyan family or not, the result for us is the same. This is a trap set by someone with good intentions. We can do it even if we don't.
"
Garuda rubbed the center of his brows, and his face was also extremely pale.
His expedition to the Tegel Desert had already exhausted his energy. Coupled with the serious injuries and the restless mood in the past few days, he felt quite haggard.
But his mind was clear, so he invited Saint Diya of Uribe into the palace immediately. Even if the cause of his father's illness could not be found out for the time being, he still wanted to hang his father's life.
As long as the other party is still alive and well, the current Beiyi will not be in chaos.
"Then what should we do? Now those guys are questioning you, we have to find a chance to fight back, right?"
Saihan has also been mentally and physically exhausted recently, and rarely speaks calmly.
She had no choice but to think that the dispute between herself and a little concubine would turn into such a catastrophe.
On the other hand, Garuda patted his mother's shoulder comfortingly and said with a smile:
"It doesn't matter. No matter whether Father Khan can wake up or not, as long as we can successfully capture Dayan, none of this will matter."
For Tagalog, nothing is more important than creating a better living environment for the people of Beiyi, and the same is true for his father Khan.
But just as he and Saihan were comforting each other, the maid outside the door walked in quickly and said:
"Your Highness the Third Prince, Saint Diya has sent someone to ask you to go to the Khan's palace quickly. She has something to tell you."
When Garuda walked into the main hall, Diya, who was wearing the unique dress of the Wuri tribe, was standing by the window, holding a cup of fragrant scented tea in her hand.
This was brewed by picking dew and flowers from Wuribu. When Garuda visited Wuribu when he was young, he was lucky enough to have a few drinks.
"You are here."
Dia looked back, her amber eyes cold and bright, a light that countless northern warriors could only hope to reach.
Holy, cool, unstained by the world...
From the first time Garuda saw her, she seemed to have not changed, as if she was born with no emotions and would not be rippled by anything.
This is what the saints of the Wuri tribe should be like, Garuda has always known.
However, he still couldn't help but ask Dia:
"Aren't you tired?"
That was the first time he saw Dia stunned. Although it was only for a moment, it was very interesting.
So later on, he also forgot how many times he owed it...
To be honest, when he saw Diya being stunned time and time again, he once felt that this saint was different to him. Until she gradually got used to his shocking words, and then became as calm as water, and there was no unnecessary reaction anymore.
At that moment, he suddenly realized that he was actually the same.
It's just the thoughts of a teenager, but now that I think about it, Jing still looks a little funny and childish.
"What did the saint discover?"
After walking a few steps in front of Dia, Garuda's voice was as calm as ever.
"It's not really a discovery," Dia shook her head, "I can only tell His Highness the Third Prince that the person who poisoned King Khan must be a genius."
"oh?"
Garuda raised his eyebrows. To be called a genius by this person must be extremely extraordinary.
"To be honest, today I went to the Xinyan Palace to check, and found that there are many spices in the palace that are rare in northern Yi. These spices don't smell much individually, but you can smell one kind a day and mix them together for many days.
Just..."
"You mean, these spices are actually some kind of mixed poison?"
Garuda was overjoyed. If they could find out the source of the poison, they would have a way to prepare an antidote!
However, Dia shook her head and said:
"The mixture of spices is indeed part of the poison, but there is another part that was eaten by King Khan himself. Moreover, this poison is mixed with a variety of medicines, which I can't get together by searching and guessing one by one. At least in this case.
I can't do it in a short time..."
Dia is not a person who likes to pour cold water on others, but she also doesn't want to give Garuda useless hope.
After hearing this, Garuda was not very depressed, because he also understood that this matter could not be that simple.
But at this moment, Dia said in a rare and gentle manner:
"Your Highness, Third Prince, I am telling you this today not to trick you, but because I hope you will realize that the other party has superb poison skills. Please be careful recently. Also, is there anything new in the royal city recently who knows medicinal materials and medical skills?"
Someone appears? I have never seen such a technique, so it must not have been done by Dabu."
Listening to Dia's analysis, Garuda's mind was also running at the same frequency.
He has superb poison skills, is a stranger, comes from a small tribe, and is a newcomer to the royal city...
He compared these conditions with the people in his mind one by one, and finally settled on a few people.
After bidding farewell to Dia, Garuda returned to his house almost as quickly as possible and found someone to investigate the suspicious objects he considered.
However, what he didn't know was that Dia's amber eyes gradually darkened as she looked at his back as he walked away.
There were things she wanted to tell Garuda, but she couldn't.
Because between killing him and restraining him, she would rather choose the latter.
She hopes he can live.
"Holy Girl, you really did what His Royal Highness the Holy Son planned. Will the Third Prince really not blame you in the future?"
A young foreigner walked up to Dia and looked at her with some worry.
"Probably so."
Dia raised her head and drank the scented tea in the cup. She had already known who had a problem in the royal court. As long as she told Garuda, Garuda might be able to turn the tide.
"But you know, I don't want him to confront his brother. Because he has no chance of winning..."