Chapter 6: Chronic Poison Seven Star Grass

As Lin Yi's thoughts surfaced, the young Emperor, who was about to pop a pastry into her mouth, suddenly trembled in her hand.

Immediately after, the pastry in her hand almost dropped onto the plate.

At the same time, her eyebrows tightly knitted together.

Not only that, Lin Yi's voice had not stopped and was still echoing in her mind:

"Absolutely correct, this is definitely Seven Star Grass, a highly deceptive Poisonous Herb native to Heavenly Mountain."

"Last year, during a self-driven tour of Heavenly Mountain, I saw this herb locally. Not only do the flowers smell fragrant when they bloom, but they also look very beautiful, albeit with a nasty toxicity."

"I remember the guide saying that after consuming the flower, it would make people feel mentally stimulated and clear-headed, so there was a period when many people used this plant to refresh their minds and wake themselves up."

"If consumed over a long period of time, it will insidiously damage a person's internal organs, even making one have the body of a seventy-year-old by the age of thirty."

"Uh, I can't remember how many years less one would live after eating one flower, as the guide mentioned...?"

"Oh right, once ingested, men would gradually lose their reproductive capabilities and also feel a slight numbness in their toes, but the numbness is not very strong, typically overlooked by most, and who knows if this woman would feel numb after eating it~"

At this thought, Lin Yi couldn't help but stealthily curl his toes.

However, he was extremely curious:

"This Seven Star Grass is a well-known chronic Poisonous Herb in that area, so how come someone is using it to make pastry for the young Emperor now?"

"Is someone trying to harm the young Emperor, or do they really not know about the toxicity of this thing?

Sigh, considering that this woman just showed me such a cute pet, when no one's around later, I should remind her."

With a "plop," the exquisitely made pastry in the Emperor's hands dropped onto the plate.

Not only that, but her beautiful face instantly turned ashen.

That wasn't all—inside her boot, where no one could see, the Emperor unconsciously curled her toes.

With this action, she felt a faint numbness, whether by the power of suggestion or not.

This made her truly believe in Lin Yi's silent thoughts.

But this slight movement immediately caught the attention of Lin Yi and the old eunuch.

Lin Yi also stopped his wild thoughts running through his mind.

He then curiously and subtly lifted his head, glancing at the Emperor, wondering what was wrong with her now.

At the same time, the Emperor's cold voice rang out:

"This pastry is delicious, go fetch the chef who prepared this pastry for Us, We want to reward him."

Upon hearing this, the old eunuch bowed and responded with a 'yes'.

Then he backed out of the room without looking back.

And after the eunuch left, there were only the young Emperor and Lin Yi left in the great hall.

Lin Yi felt that something about the atmosphere was off, though he didn't know what it was.

He sneaked a glance at the Emperor and immediately saw her staring intently at him.

This scared him, and he quickly lowered his head.

However, a cold snort reached his ears.

"Hmph, dog servant, raise your head for Us."

"Uh, what's gotten into this woman now…"

Helplessly, he lifted his head, but saw the young Emperor suddenly push the plate of exquisite pastries towards him.

This gave Lin Yi quite a shock.

"Isn't this thing poisonous? Could it be that the young Emperor wants me to eat it???"

"Could it be that this woman knew very well that this thing was poisonous and intended to kill someone to silence them?"

Listening to Lin Yi's thoughts, the young Emperor couldn't help but shoot Lin Yi an annoyed glance.

At the same time, he couldn't help but sneer inwardly:

If I wanted to kill you, a dog of a servant, would I need to beat around the bush? With a mere wave of my hand, that decent-looking dog head of yours would have fallen long ago.

Of course, while he sneered inwardly, his mouth coldly uttered:

"Do you recognize this item?"

Lin Yi, who had been afraid that the young Emperor would force him to eat the item, was taken aback by his question.

[What does the young Emperor mean?]

"Haha, this pastry is made with the poisonous flowers of the Seven Star Grass. Eating it helps to clear my mind. I like it very much. Over the past year, I've eaten it once a month."

After asking, without waiting for Lin Yi to reply, the young Emperor's voice once again sounded.

It seemed like he was explaining to Lin Yi or talking to himself.

When she said this, she even let out a mournful laugh.

"Haha, I've made a big concession. But why are they still not satisfied?"

The things she said directly stunned Lin Yi.

[What did the young Emperor just say? She knows it's poisonous and still eats it?

Does she have a hole in her head?]

For a moment, Lin Yi's brain couldn't quite catch up, not sure what the young Emperor was up to.

Who would knowingly eat something poisonous?

However, the young Emperor, in her sorrow, almost drew her sword again upon hearing Lin Yi's thought about having a hole in her head.

This damned fake eunuch, with such audacity, dare to curse me in his mind!

This is unbearable!

Yet at this moment, just as the young Emperor was grinding her teeth, about to unsheathe her sword, and while Lin Yi was full of doubt, a shrill voice of an old eunuch suddenly came from outside:

"Emperor, the person has been brought in..."

This voice directly caused the young Emperor's hand, which had been reaching for her sword hilt, to relax once again.

At the same time, she reminded herself not to stoop to the level of this dog of a servant.

"Bring them in."

As the young Emperor's command was issued, the old eunuch gently pushed open the door to the great hall and then led a man in chef's attire inside.

After ushering in the chef, the old eunuch bowed again and excused himself.

Leaving behind the chef, who carefully approached to about three meters from the Imperial Table with his head bowed, then dropped to his knees with a thump, hastily bidding the Emperor peace.

Although this fellow prepared meals for the Emperor every day, it was a rare chance for him to see the Emperor.

Thus, his heart was filled with nervousness, unsure why the Emperor had suddenly summoned him.

However, once the man knelt down, the previously gloomy expression on the young Emperor's face eased, and then she addressed the kneeling chef in a faint voice:

"Did this plate of pastries come from your hand?"

Upon hearing this, the chef immediately kowtowed and affirmed, his face still void of much expression, but his heart began to grow uneasy.

He didn't know what the young Emperor meant by that.

Could there be something wrong with the pastries?

...End of chapter...