Faced with Zhao Hao, the leading Eastern Tang martial practitioner did not shrink back.
"Sixteenth Prince, if this lowly subject does not remember wrongly, Your Majesty has ordered that you remain guarding Jingyang City. If no royal decree is given, you are not to leave."
"Now, however, why have you appeared here?"
Hearing his words, Zhao Hao was not angered, as he just said mildly, "Naturally, it's because I was worried about Royal Father's condition."
"I am proficient in medicine and alchemy; you should be aware of this as well."
That Eastern Tang Kingdom faced him head-on, "So you dared to risk universal condemnation and leave behind medicinal powder on His Majesty's body in order to track him?"
His hands behind his back, Zhao Hao's expression did not change, "Do not speak nonsense; I only recognised the smell of the Hundred Spirit Ghost Grass pollen, and do not know how it came to appear on Royal Father's body."