The young Emperor was shocked beyond belief.
"What does she mean by that? Could it be that the Gu Poison in her body was planted by the King of Nanjiang?"
Ji Youze nodded. "Just now, in her mutterings, she was also pleading for mercy, and she was calling out to the King of Nanjiang. I don't know if what she said in the Imperial Study earlier was true or false!"
After Ji Youze said this, Princess Ata on the bed began to mutter again.
"Stop tormenting me, you impostor! Give me back my father! Ah... it hurts, please give me a quick end! Ah... it hurts... please... Father... spare my life... ah... spare me..."
The person on the sickbed kept rolling around, weeping and begging for mercy.
"Suisui! Can you draw out this Gu Insect or not?"
Once Ji Youze spoke, the young Emperor and Ji Youzhi's gazes both turned towards him in unison.
Ji Youze couldn't help but touch his nose and look upward at the ceiling.
