"Feng Qingcheng, food can be eaten indiscriminately, but words cannot be spoken indiscriminately. Do not speak nonsense."
Feng Ninghe spoke, her voice clear and devoid of any extra emotion.
Her expression did not change much in the face of her questioning. Her indifferent eyes immediately locked onto Feng Qingcheng.
This cold glance seemed to pierce through people's hearts, making them tremble.
Feng Qingcheng secretly clenched her sleeves, raised her eyes to meet the cold gaze, and grunted, "The sacred grass was brought out by you, and now poison leaves are found within it. How do you explain that?"
"Feng Ninghe, you are so heartless!"
From the crowd, Baili Ye strode forward, his expression agitated as he pointed at her with his left hand. "Father Emperor has treated you well, yet you repay kindness with enmity!"
He feared the Underworld King, but he was not afraid of this lowly woman, Feng Ninghe.
In his eyes, Feng Ninghe was merely a sycophant who clung to power.
Without the Underworld King, this lowly woman was nothing!
Baili Yang quickly looked at the physician. "Is there any way to cure Father Emperor?"
A fine mist of sweat covered the physician's forehead. He secretly broke out in a cold sweat and looked worriedly at the Emperor. "The poison of the poison leaves is extremely potent. The Emperor's body, already weakened by the evil energy entering his system, is in no condition to recover... The poison leaves have already infiltrated his internal organs in an instant..."
The physician did not finish his words, but the meaning was clear.
It was likely impossible to cure the Emperor.
The Emperor leaned on his dragon couch, his face as pale as blood, on the verge of death.
If the Emperor's eyelashes did not occasionally tremble, people would mistake him for already having lost his soul.
"Feng Ninghe!"
Baili Yang's face was filled with rage. He strode forward fiercely, grabbing her collar tightly. "If Father Emperor has any accident, I will make you pay with your life!"
Feng Qingcheng suppressed the fleeting joy in her eyes, her crimson lips curling up wantonly.
The greater the turmoil, the happier she became.
The elders of the Feng family, fearing that this matter would bring disaster upon their family, hurried forward to intervene, separating the enraged Baili Yang.
"King Zhenyang, please calm your anger!"
The eldest elder stood in front of Baili Yang, his weathered and wrinkled face filled with urgency. "The priority now is to treat the Emperor. As for the matter of the sacred grass, further investigation can be conducted."
Baili Ye grunted, casting an angry glance at everyone. "The unique poisonous grass of the sea is considered incurable. If one has a high cultivation, there might be a way to detoxify, but Father Emperor's body is weak and cannot withstand it! I would like to know if the Feng family elders have any way to cure him!"
The elders of the Feng family were in a frenzy.
Those who could serve as physicians in the palace were no ordinary individuals.
Since even the imperial physicians had no solution, they naturally could not save the Emperor.
The turn of events caught everyone off guard.
Bai Niannian quickly spoke up to explain, "If Sister Feng intended to harm the Emperor, why would she bring out the sacred grass to help? She could have kept the sacred grass for herself!"
The sacred grass was extremely precious, and ordinary people were not qualified to obtain it.
Feng Qingcheng seemed to have heard an unbelievable joke and said disdainfully, "Even if she hadn't brought out the sacred grass, I would have found a way to cure the Emperor. Perhaps she brought out the sacred grass specifically to poison him."
Her confident voice sounded as if she had witnessed everything firsthand.
The surrounding cultivators remained silent, lost in thought, pondering the sequence of events.
"Guards! Drag this wicked woman Feng Ninghe out and beat her to death!"
Baili Ye shouted sternly, summoning the palace guards, eager to condemn her.
He knew that to deal with Feng Ninghe, he had to strike while the iron was hot. With this opportunity, he could capture this lowly woman in one fell swoop!
The palace guards were highly skilled and had dedicated themselves to studying formations.
Even a Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to escape under the combined assault of the crowd and formations.
Baili Ye was, after all, a prince. At his command, many guards quickly rushed into the imperial chamber.
Feng Ninghe's eyes narrowed, and she glanced at Baili Ye. "First Prince, the matter is not yet settled, and you are already so eager to execute me. Isn't that a bit too hasty?"
She stood in place, her almond-shaped eyes glinting with coldness, her slender figure standing tall like a pine tree.
Her unhurried demeanor inexplicably made others anxious.
Feng Qingcheng was eager to have her life, and she said without thinking, "The evidence is irrefutable, and the truth is already clear. It was you who attempted to harm the Emperor! The Emperor's life is precious; you should pay with your life!"
In the past, it would have been easy for her to deal with Feng Ninghe.
But now, she had to resort to all sorts of tricks to take this lowly woman's life.
She feared that if Feng Ninghe was not killed soon, it would be even more difficult to deal with her in the future.
Baili Ye waved his hand and sternly issued an order, "Hurry and drag this demoness out and execute her! I will bear all the consequences!"
Even though Baili Yang's right arm was crippled and he had lost all face and become a laughingstock in the Li Kingdom, he was still a prince, and his status was undeniable.
Seeing this, the guards no longer hesitated and advanced step by step towards Feng Ninghe.
"Nonsense! All of you, retreat!"
From the dragon couch, the Emperor opened his eyes, his deep male voice exuding an imposing aura.
The guards dared not advance further and immediately retreated without a word.
The Emperor leaned weakly, raising his heavy eyelids to scan the absurd scene in the chamber, and grunted, "Ning Yatou has always thought of me. What wrong has she done? It is you who are causing trouble here, do you wish to anger me to death?"
"Father Emperor!"
Baili Ye was the first to object. He strode forward, his eyes filled with anger. "Feng Ninghe tampered with the sacred grass. It seemed like she was thinking of you, but in reality, she was trying to kill you!"
Baili Yang pondered for a moment and then came to the dragon couch, accusing Feng Ninghe. "Father Emperor, people's hearts are not always revealed by their faces. Do not be deceived by her appearance!"
The Emperor coughed a few times in anger, his angry eyes fixed on the two in front of him. "You two useless brats! You speak nonsense without understanding the truth! Do you know what is inside me!"
He still had the White Floating Pearl given to him by Feng Ninghe in his body.
The White Floating Pearl could cure all poisons. Although the medicinal properties of the poison leaves were strong, with the White Floating Pearl in his body, his life was safe.
The Emperor's words made the two princes pause. They looked at each other, as if pondering what could make the Emperor so confident.
"You two move aside, you're blocking me."
At this moment, a clear female voice sounded from behind.
Feng Ninghe stood behind the two princes, her icy eyes fixed on the two in front of her.
Her arrival enraged Baili Ye.
Baili Ye was like a rat whose tail had been stepped on, his face contorted in shame. "Feng Ninghe! Do not be arrogant! You are not worthy of standing here. If not for Father Emperor's command, your head would have already been severed!"
Baili Yang crossed his arms and looked at her dismissively. "Who do you think you are, to make this prince move aside? Even if the Underworld King fancies you, what of it? A pheasant is still a pheasant, and it still wants to be a phoenix?"
Before Feng Ninghe could speak, the Emperor, filled with rage, moved his body, almost leaping from the dragon couch. "You two scoundrels! You only know how to make sarcastic remarks. Do you know that Ning Yatou placed the White Floating Pearl in my body!"