"After my father died, he tortured the other brothers to death one after another. I have never been greedy for imperial power, and I have nothing to do with him, so I am very lucky to be the last one alive."
Han Shaoqian reached out and brushed away the rotten vegetable leaves on his body, and then looked at his hands in a daze.
Bai Ye listened quietly and saw that he was silent before asking, "How did your limbs break off?"
"I broke it myself."
"What?"
Han Shaoqian raised his head and met Bai Ye's eyes. His handsome face had a vicissitude that did not suit his age.
"I hanged myself, but I didn't die, but I was mistaken for dead. After being thrown into a mass grave, I crawled back to the imperial capital. I was gambling with God. I wanted to die in life, and I wanted to live in death. Everything was fine. Look at fate.”
"So, you didn't hit the vital point at once, but tortured yourself by cutting off your hands and feet to stimulate your consciousness of survival and revenge?"
The corners of Han Shaoqian's mouth raised like a flash in the pan, and he smiled rarely: "You are right."
Bai Ye felt that Han Shaoqian's temperament only contained nobility, but did not have the domineering playfulness of a royal child.
Moreover, his methods are extremely ruthless. At least, a king who dares to treat himself ruthlessly can possess the ruthless determination to deal with major issues in the world, and the ability to make decisions that can reverse his destiny.
Bai Ye stood up and approached him, smiling: "I will definitely help you, but there is a condition."
"I know." Han Shaoqian nodded calmly, "I promise you, because I am the only one who can do what you ask for."
Bai Ye raised his eyebrows. He was really smart. He seemed to be indifferent to emotions and anger, but he knew how to read people's words and emotions. He knew that he wanted to wait for Han Shaoling to step down and ask him to take over Nan Zhao.
Han Shaoqian occupied the room that originally belonged to Bai Ye, and she moved to another room.
Even God was helping her, and the beggar she met unexpectedly turned out to be the heir to the Han family who was most suitable to take over Nan Zhao!
He is the eldest son and the legitimate son, so who can cause such a big mess
And his testimony will also become one of the powerful evidences to pull Han Shaoling to step down.
There was a knock on the door.
Xue Changqing called softly from outside the door: "Master, Fusu is back."
Bai Ye responded: "Let him come in."
Xue Fusu came back from the palace at this time, and he must have heard some news.
Seeing a beggar with a beautiful face appear in the room, Xue Fusu just gave him a sideways glance.
"Master, there is news."
Bai Ye's eyes signaled, letting him rest assured.
Xue Fusu nodded and no longer evaded: "Han Shaoling had a secret meeting with a masked man in the secret room of the palace. Because the distance was too far, his subordinates only vaguely heard about Plague Flower and Zhulu City."
Han Shaoqian smiled coldly, his eyes filled with coldness. "I'm afraid some people won't be able to stand the competition in Zhulu City anymore."
Bai Ye nodded, and had a guess in his mind. Could it be that the scumbag planned to use the Plague Flower when the four countries gathered together...
not good!
…
After calculating the time, there are still sixteen days before we have to set off for the competition. If we want to participate in the competition, we must first obtain a quota.
Bai Ye began to prepare for the trip to Zhulu and devoted himself to refining alchemy every day and night.
In Wuting Cave, she was carefully controlling the fire of the alchemy furnace with her inner strength, and carefully adding medicinal materials with different ingredients.
Finally, she reached the last step, but she hesitated.
In the end, the weight of the medicinal materials that make the elixir determines the degree of absorption of the elixir. This is the most critical step for the quality of the elixir. If it is controlled well, she will succeed.
Six-star alchemist…