Chapter 719 – The Person in the World Who Understands You the Most Has Come (1/2)
Chapter 719 – The Person in the World Who Understands You the Most Has Come
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
(TN: Way of Choices will be on break from December 25th, 2017 – January 7, 2018)
The palace beauty walked to the window, silently gazing at the courtyard basking in sunlight.
The sunlight shone upon her face, yet it was unable to bring too much warmth. A haggard and cold aura continuously lurked behind this beautiful face, impossible to get rid of.
The kitchen was very quiet, the sight within extraordinarily strange, persisting and fermenting under the sunlight.
After some time, the medicine was ready. The woman carried the medicine pot into a prepared jar of ice water and waited for the medicinal broth to cool.
Just like Zhou Tong, the palace beauty was also skilled in mental techniques. It was highly likely that the woman could not see the beauty by the window because her senses had been confused by an illusion.
Ultimately, the woman still raised her head to glance at her, proving that none of this was delusion, all of it was real.
The palace beauty leaned on the window and lightly waved her hand, indicating that all should proceed as normal.
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The medicinal broth could not be completely cooled before drinking, as this would harm its effectiveness. The bowl of broth brought before Zhou Tong was still exuding a thick cloud of steam.
Zhou Tong was somewhat enchanted by the heat carried by this steam, as this sort of feeling filled him with energy. However, when he drained all the medicinal broth in the bowl, he felt somewhat dissatisfied, as the broth had scalded the roof his mouth and his gums. He did not blame the woman, but rather was dissatisfied at his own attitude: he had been in too much of rush.
Though no blisters had arisen from this scalding, it still felt rather uncomfortable, so he used his tongue to lick at it.
His tongue sent back a slightly sweet feeling, somewhat akin to the taste of rust.
He knew that this was the taste of blood and couldn't help but frown a little. He took a mirror from the table and examined his mouth.
He didn't find anything too strange, only that the gums around his teeth were slightly swollen and bleeding.
The taste of blood gradually receded, leaving only the bitter flavor of medicine. He took two sugar-coated peanuts from a dish on the table, threw them into his mouth, and began to assiduously chew on them.
Ever since he was very young, he was very afraid of drinking medicine. He found it too bitter, so each time he had to take medicine, he always prepared a few sweet snacks.
As he chewed on the sugar-coated peanuts, he thought about all that he had encountered today.
Xue He spent his entire year in the snowy plains of the north, leading the army, so it was to be expected that he could get his hands on this sort of poison, but how he had managed to poison him in the underground prison cell?
Had Xue He wanted to poison him to death to take vengeance for Xue Xingchuan and make the world feel that this was an appropriate retribution delivered by the cycle of the Heavenly Dao?
The problem was that poisoning him to death was no easy task.
A cold smile floated on Zhou Tong's lips, a sense of pride appearing in his dark and frigid eyes.
Sugar-coated peanuts were delicious, their only downside being that they somewhat clung to his teeth. He took out an exquisitely crafted silver toothpick, picking at his teeth while he continued to ponder his worries.
Xue He had probably already escaped Zhou Prison, but that did not matter. Although the world was vast, there was no place that could hold the people of the Xue clan now.
Zhou Tong gazed out the window at the neighboring courtyard, thinking to himself, after this matter is settled, I'll catch Xue He as quickly as possible and poison him to death, poison him very, very slowly.
He had already thought of which poisons could make Xue He die in the slowest and most painful fashion.
A soft crack came from his mouth, snapping this extremely tangential and delightful train of thought.
One of his teeth had snapped off at the root. It lay quietly in his palm, its snapped end stained in blood, a most sinister sight.
As he stared at this tooth, Zhou Tong felt his just-warmed body turn cold once more.
He silently thought for a few moments, then looked at himself in the mirror again.
This sight frightened him out of his wits.
His gums were already purple and black, his teeth incredibly loose, liable to drop off at the slightest gust of wind.
His teeth were sending an ever clearer and ever more unendurable pain, causing his body to tremble once more.
He had only wanted to scrape the sugar from between his teeth, yet he ended up prying out a tooth.
The point of the exquisite silver toothpick was already a ghastly black like coal.
This is all an illusion, he said to himself.
He had far too much experience in the use of poisons, so he believed that there was no flaw in his judgment. Although his method of detoxification might not have completely cleansed his body of the poison, it could not at least have failed to halt its progress. He would then have much more time to slowly resolve it.
But why was it that after he had drunk the medicine, not only had the poison in his body not come under control, it had become even more terrifying, already affecting his teeth?
Zhou Tong could not understand and fell into a prolonged silence.
Even now, he did not think that there was something wrong with the medicine, that something might have happened as it was being brewed.
He never once doubted the woman.
He took out two precious pills and swallowed them, temporarily preventing the poison from breaking out.
He was somewhat dazed, his vision blurry.