Yang Ge returned to Lu Ting, and Zhang Xuansu was still at the inn.
The remnants of the square table Yang Ge had shattered with a slap remained where they were, but the old man had replaced it with another table and was leisurely enjoying his wine and stir-fry.
"Did you see the Emperor?"
Upon seeing Yang Ge, Zhang Xuansu curiously put down his chopsticks and asked, "How did he die?"
"I saw him..."
Yang Ge nodded and sat down opposite Zhang Xuansu, his tone much calmer.
After all, he had just tasted what it felt like to be wrongfully accused, and it was indeed not a pleasant experience.
"The Emperor died from poison."
He replied, "It was a slow-acting poison that erodes a person's organs. Once it takes root in the body, it becomes entwined with the person's own vitality, making it difficult to distinguish from the body. It's likely not a common poison. Do you recognize it?"