Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 126: Poisonous

Ge Sanye is from the Wudang Sect. He is known for his generosity and righteousness, and is highly praised by his fellow martial artists. He often has many guests visiting his estate, so the reception area in his courtyard is quite large.

The Tinglan Pavilion, despite being called a "pavilion," is actually a huge courtyard that can accommodate thirty banquet tables.

At the beginning of the Rooster Hour, the top chef from the "Yanziyuan Restaurant" in the city, Mao Daguang, who used to work in a royal kitchen, along with three other senior restaurant chefs, prepared twenty tables of exquisite dishes with the help of the estate's servants.

"Master Zhao" and the evil hero Qing from Wudang, along with more than a hundred other people, walked out together. After politely deferring to each other, they took their seats.

As the host, Ge Sanye felt it necessary to say a few words. He stood up and cupped his fists towards the four directions, speaking in a hearty voice: "Thank you all for coming to my Ge estate as guests, especially on New Year's Eve. I have prepared some light food and drinks as a token of my respect. I wish you all success in defeating the bandits and avenging your loved ones!"

"Ge Sanye, you're too kind. We are grateful," someone replied.

Two to three hundred people returned the gesture of cupping their fists in response.

Ge Sanye then sat down, and everyone turned their attention to Master Zhao. As the "leader" of this alliance, he was expected to say something inspiring and motivating for the upcoming battle.

Master Zhao played with a pair of jade and iron gallstones in his right hand, and after a moment of contemplation, he spoke:

"All of us here have suffered losses at the hands of that old scoundrel Xin. Unfortunately, he is cunning and elusive. We have never been able to find him. Fortunately, Tang Wuwo, the hero of Duan Yang Tower, took action and killed him!

We thought that would be the end of it, but little did we know that Xin had a son. He had harmed our families in the past, so it is only right for us to seek revenge on his descendants and vent our anger. It is a matter of justice..."

He paused and cupped his fists towards the sky, saying, "Who would have expected the emperor to pass away? Although we are martial artists, we are also citizens of the Great Zhou Dynasty. We cannot defy the mourning period and engage in warfare.

The mourning period has already passed tomorrow, and we will set off to Mount Fulong, kill Xin Zhuo, and dig up Xin Aotian's grave to comfort our deceased loved ones and prove to the martial world and the world that we seek revenge."

These words may not have been technologically advanced, but they were all true and struck a chord with everyone present.

The spirits of the hundreds of people were uplifted, and they shouted in unison, "That's how it should be!"

Then the entire courtyard became lively, with chopsticks clinking and cups clashing, as friends chatted and enjoyed themselves.

In a corner of the hall, Song Xijun, Qin Lirong, Feng Sanniang, Lady Ling, Ke Zhiyi, and Xin Zhuo were cleverly arranged at one table. It seemed that Ge Sanye was intentionally trying to have some fun.

However, Xin Zhuo's seat was empty at the moment.

Qin Lirong asked in a low voice, "Senior Sister, why isn't Facao here? Where did he go?"

Song Xijun paused her chopsticks, swallowed the sweet and sour pork she was eating, and then said, "Before the banquet, I went to look for him, but it seemed like he had an upset stomach and went..."

Of course, he went to the restroom, but it was inconvenient to say so in this situation.

"This is the downside of joining the Martial Dao," Feng Sanniang sighed. "Ordinary people are prone to catching illnesses like typhoid fever, unlike martial artists whose organs are in good condition and rarely get sick."

The events of the past few days had made the female heroes forget about it. The reason for this could only be attributed to the initial encounter with something good, which sparked their competitive spirit. But after a few days, their minds had calmed down, and they didn't think much of it.

"Since Lady Song has married that little thief, she should take care of his daily life. You young girls really don't know how to take care of others. If it were me, I wouldn't be like this," Lady Ling said, feeling a little displeased. Even though her mind had calmed down, the news of her daughter's marriage had already been announced to relatives and friends, and her daughter was waiting for her stepfather to come. It was still a big loss of face.

Song Xijun fell silent for a moment. She wasn't unthoughtful, but as Xin Zhuo had said, they weren't very familiar with each other, so she had forgotten about it. She smiled lightly and said, "I haven't taken good care of him. I'll go now!"

Just as she was about to get up, Xin Zhuo walked in, his face still pale. He bowed to everyone and said, "I'm sorry for being late."

The female warriors nodded slightly.

Xin Zhuo sat down next to Song Xijun. She looked at him and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

"Mm."

Xin Zhuo replied casually.

"Let's eat!" Song Xijun picked up a piece of squirrel mandarin fish and handed it to him.

"Thank you!"

Xin Zhuo's eyes flickered for a moment. He didn't hesitate and started eating. However, he suddenly changed his expression and spat out a mouthful of food.

This sudden scene startled the female warriors.

Song Xijun frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Is it not to your taste?"

Xin Zhuo's expression changed drastically, but he ignored it. He quickly picked up his chopsticks and took another bite of a dish, only to spit it out again. He then picked up another dish, tasted it, and spat it out again...

He continued to do this with seven or eight dishes, spitting them out after eating each one.

This strange scene not only puzzled the female warriors at the table, but also caught the attention of the people at the nearby tables.

"Is it a stomach problem?" Song Xijun furrowed her brows.

Xin Zhuo still ignored her. Suddenly, he walked to the next table, surprised looks from the people there, and did the same thing. He took a few bites of the food, spat it out, then turned around and sniffed a plate. His face kept changing, and suddenly he made a shocking move—

He grabbed the table with both hands and forcefully flipped it over, causing all the dishes on the table to fall to the ground, splattering soup, chicken, and seafood everywhere.

Fortunately, the female warriors who were skilled in cultivation techniques managed to dodge to the side, but their newly changed clothes were still stained with a few drops of soup.

The commotion was too loud. Not only did the customers at the surrounding tables stand up, but also Zhao Lao Ye, Ge San Ye, and other people inside the courtyard, as well as the guests outside, were all alarmed.

For a moment, the entire pavilion fell silent, and hundreds of people were at a loss.

Who would dare to cause trouble at this moment?

Madam Ling was the first to react and angrily scolded, "Are you crazy, you little thief? What does this mean?"

Far away, Ge San Ye's expression turned dark and he coldly said, "That kid, are you drunk?"

Xin Zhuo's breathing trembled slightly as he said to everyone around him, "Put down your chopsticks, it's poisoned!"

Poisoned?

Song Xijun, Madam Ling, and the others' faces changed.

Zhao Lao Ye and the others also had a slight change in expression, but then they realized that everyone present was a martial dao expert. How could a mere white-clothed youngster know?

Ge San Ye said with a stern face, "I think you're really drunk, spouting nonsense. Where did the poison come from?"

If there was poison at the Ge residence banquet, how could he escape responsibility?

(End of this chapter)