Chapter 5 — On the wedding night, when he was forced to marry Vuong Gia Khat's wife, I used a needle to acupuncture his life.

I said hastily, and suddenly my spiritual mechanism moved:

"If you don't believe it, you can go ask Doctor Truong, he once mentioned this method..."

The old butler was half-convinced and half-convinced: "This old slave will go ask, before coming to a conclusion, please return to your room to rest." I nodded and pretended to leave the pharmacy, feeling confused. This time it's a big problem, if the old butler really goes to ask Doctor Truong... As soon as I returned to the hospital, Chu mama quickly ran over:

“Your Majesty, please come over immediately!”

My heart sank: "What happened to your Royal Highness?"

"The king suddenly fainted! Doctor Truong said... he said it was poisoned!"

I didn't have time to think too much, grabbed the bag of silver needles and ran out. Along the way, our hearts beat rapidly. Outside Duong Huc's bedroom, guards and maids were surrounded, everyone was panicking. Doctor Truong stood by the bed and impatiently paced back and forth, seeing me coming was like seeing a savior.

"Your Highness! Your Royal Highness suddenly vomited blood and fell into a coma. The old man was helpless!"

I quickly walked over and saw Duong Huc lying on the bed, his face pale as iron, and the corners of his lips still had blood stains that hadn't been wiped away. I immediately placed my hand on his pulse, my heart was shocked—this time it was even more serious than the last time!

“Everyone out.” I did not raise my head to speak.

"What?" Doctor Truong asked in surprise.

“I said, everyone get out!”

I shouted in a serious voice, "The royal family is in danger, I need absolute quiet!" Mama Chu hesitated for a moment, but finally led everyone out. As soon as the door closed, I immediately opened Duong Huc's shirt and inserted silver needles into several major acupuncture points in his chest. His breathing was a little more stable, but his face was still extremely unsightly. I gritted my teeth, took out a specially made gold needle from my silver needle bag, aimed it straight at the position where his heart was, and slowly pierced it. This is the secret technique recorded in the mother's medical book—“Needle to cure yoke”, can temporarily block the spread of poison, but for the caster, it consumes a huge amount of vitality and energy. As soon as the golden needle penetrated, Duong Huc's body suddenly curved up, a mouthful of black blood spurted out. I didn't have time to wipe the blood from my face, so I turned my whole heart and mind to turning the golden needle. A moment later, Duong Huc's breathing finally gradually stabilized, and his face also recovered some of its blood color. I let out a long breath, pulled out the golden needle, and felt dizzy again, almost collapsing. Trying to resist and clean up the silver needles, I called someone in. Mother Chu and Doctor Truong saw Duong Huc's positive changes and both showed unbelievable expressions.

“The king is okay for now.” I said weakly, “But need…”

Before he finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open, Trieu Ho led several guards in, his face was somber and scary.

“Arrest her!”

He pointed at me and shouted in a serious voice: "She stole the poison from the pharmacy, it must have been her who poisoned the Royal Family!" I was imprisoned in the prison of the royal palace. On the wet stone wall crawling green moss. In the corner was a pile of moldy straw, the air filled with the smell of decay and despair.

"Your Majesty, it's best to be honest."

Trieu Ho stood outside the prison door, his voice cold as ice, "Who sent you to harm the Vuong family?" I leaned against the wall, even my eyelids were too lazy to lift: "I told you, I didn't poison you."

“Don't lie, the old butler said You once touched the poison bottle!”

He suddenly hit the bars hard:

“The prince treats you well, but you repay kindness with hatred!”

I raised my head and looked straight into his eyes:

“If I want to harm the Prince, why do I have to save him twice?”

Trieu Ho suddenly became speechless, his face even more gloomy:

“Speak wisely! Waiting for the King to wake up..."

"When the King wakes up, he will automatically return my innocence."

I interrupted him, turned around and sat down, my back facing him. The heavy iron door slammed shut, and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away. At this moment, I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my left hand, which I had always clenched tightly—— In my palm, I clearly hid a small piece of sticker torn from the poison bottle. Borrowing the weak light coming in from the small window of the prison room, I carefully observed this yellowed piece of paper. On it, in addition to the three words "Han Tam Tan", there was also a faint mark——the shape of an apricot blossom. My heart suddenly beat faster. I have seen this mark in my mother's medical book! That snowy night five years ago, before she passed away, my mother gave me that medical book, with a similar apricot blossom on the first page. She said it was a sign of "Han Mai Quan", a secret organization specializing in researching strange poisons and antidotes. Could it be that the poison that Duong Huc was exposed to was related to his mother's death? I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down. The most important thing right now is to leave this dungeon and continue investigating, but with my current situation...

“Your Majesty.”