The mistress died of overwork, and after rebirth, she was bad at raising her cubs

The threatened Saint of Southern Frontier shrugged his shoulders without caring at all. A few traces of indifferent smile flashed across his rather charming face, and he said word by word:

"But you don't have to worry. If the princess dies, then this Saint Son will also die. It's just that the princess will die first and this Saint Son will die later."

After all, he himself could no longer control the poison in his body.

Otherwise, Princess Zhaoyang would not have been poisoned just by touching her.

If he doesn't come up with an antidote pill, he really won't have much time to live.

However, the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang did not care.

His achievements in the art of poison were enough to make up for his short life.

As always in this world, there is gain and loss.

The maid was very angry when she heard the words of the Saint of Southern Xinjiang, and Princess Zhaoyang was also a little scared at this time.

She doesn’t want to die yet!

Unexpectedly, at this time Gu Changqing finally seemed to react. He hurriedly walked to the side of Princess Zhaoyang, took out a pill and stuffed it into Princess Zhaoyang's mouth.

The maid next to her was startled and was about to stop him, but when she remembered Gu Changqing's identity, she quickly stopped and looked at Gu Changqing with hope.

After Gu Changqing stuffed the pill into Princess Zhaoyang's mouth, the maids tremblingly asked:

"Doctor Gu, our princess..."

"I have given her the antidote pills, which should temporarily suppress the toxins in her body."

Gu Changqing breathed a sigh of relief and began to explain.

Upon hearing this, the Saint of Southern Xinjiang looked at Gu Changqing in surprise, then quickly said with a half-smile:

"It's useless to just suppress the poison. This poison will gradually make people's five senses disappear, and finally their body functions will disappear. They can only lie in bed motionless, waiting for death."

He was conscious, but could not speak or see. He was like a corpse with thoughts. Everything in front of him was pitch black, and he could not hear any sound around him.

In that despair and loneliness, I slowly waited for death to come.

This kind of death is not something that ordinary people can endure.

The words of the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang frightened Princess Zhaoyang so much that she grabbed Gu Changqing's hand.

Princess Zhaoyang's hands were very cold, but when she held Gu Changqing's hands, she felt extremely warm.

The pain in his body gradually dissipated, and his body temperature gradually rose. He spoke in a trembling voice:

"Gu, Doctor Gu, I won't die, right?"

Princess Zhaoyang looked up at Gu Changqing, her voice trembling slightly. She looked extremely pitiful. None of her usual lively self.

Gu Changqing only felt that Princess Zhaoyang's hand holding his was extremely cold, and he subconsciously tightened it.

Then, as if he realized something, he quickly let go of her hand, a blush flashed across his face, and he coughed and said soothingly:

"Don't worry, Princess. The pill I just took can only temporarily suppress the toxins in your body. It's not because I don't know how to cure it, but because I need some time to prepare the antidote."

"Really?" Princess Zhaoyang didn't care that Gu Changqing let go of her hand. She just looked at Gu Changqing with hope and asked.

"Yeah." Gu Changqing nodded, somewhat afraid to look at Princess Zhaoyang's passionate eyes, as if his heart was a little confused.

Princess Zhaoyang didn't know why, but she believed Gu Changqing, and her face immediately became much better. Then she returned to her usual savagery, pointing at the Saint of Southern Frontier and scolding:

"Well, who are you? How dare you poison this princess! This princess will go find the emperor and chop off your head! And kill all your clans!"

The Saint of Southern Frontier was threatened by Princess Zhaoyang, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he sneered disdainfully and said:

"Okay, I'll wait for Princess Zhaoyang to come and kill my nine clans. However, my nine clans are in Southern Xinjiang. Whether Princess Zhaoyang can do it depends on her ability."

When Chaoyang Monarch heard the words of the Southern Border Saint, he couldn't help but frown and said:

"Who are you?"

The Saint of Southern Xinjiang chuckled and did not answer, but the guards behind him spoke arrogantly:

"This is our Southern Border Saint Son, who is leading the Southern Border delegation to Dayong to discuss the opening of border trade. Princess, you are so arrogant that you dare to be so disrespectful to our Saint Son."

After these words were spoken, no matter how dumb Princess Zhaoyang was, she knew the identity of the person in front of her.

The identity of Southern Xinjiang was sensitive at this time, and even Princess Zhaoyang knew that she could not provoke or offend it casually.

But this tone...

Princess Zhaoyang glanced at the Saint of Southern Frontier, and finally suppressed her anger, snorting:

"Doctor Gu, go ahead and cure this poison for me first! There's no need to reason with these foreign barbarians."

After saying this, Princess Zhaoyang proudly shook her long hair, reached out and grabbed Gu Changqing's hand, preparing to leave.

Gu Changqing was a little anxious. He didn't want to leave so easily!

He didn't forget the purpose of his coming here!

The point is, he has already cast the hook, so why hasn't the Southern Border Saint taken it yet?

Gu Changqing wanted to say something, but Princess Zhaoyang was stubborn and pulled him away without giving him any time.

Although Gu Changqing wanted to say something else, he remembered Shen Qinglan's suggestion, so he shut up and left without saying a word.

After Gu Changqing and the others left, the slightly raised corners of the Saint's mouth returned to calm.

A guard nearby couldn't help but walk to the side of the Southern Border Saint, and asked anxiously and hesitantly:

"Son, the imperial physician said that he had a way to detoxify the princess. Doesn't that mean he also has a way to detoxify you? Why don't you keep him?"

The poison in the Saint Son of Southern Xinjiang is indeed the same as that in Princess Zhaoyang, so, logically speaking, if Gu Changqing can detoxify Princess Zhaoyang, he can also help the Saint Son of Southern Xinjiang.

Thinking of this, the guard looked at the Holy Son of Southern Border with some concern.

You know, the reason why their Saint Son has been safe until now is because while the Saint Son of Southern Xinjiang is using his body to raise the Gu, he is also using the Gu poison to suppress the toxins in his body, allowing various poisons to reach a balance in the body, which is commonly known as fighting poison with poison.

But this is not a long-term plan after all.

One day this balance will be broken, and the only thing waiting for the Holy Son of Southern Frontier is death.

It is also because of this that they have been looking for ways to save the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang these days.

Knowing that Dayong is a vast land with abundant resources, the Holy Son brought the team here for this glimmer of hope.

After hearing what that person said, the Saint of Southern Xinjiang chuckled and said:

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's still unknown whether this poison can be cured. Just send someone to keep an eye on it."

If the imperial physician of Dayong can really cure this poison, then we can go find him.

He was the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang, and he thought that the mere little imperial physician would not dare to refuse.