Song Qingshu began detoxifying the Crown Prince. The Ice Soul Silver Needle's poison was an unsolvable horror for ordinary martial artists, but for someone at the level of the Five Greats, it was nothing difficult. Wei Liaoweng had previously failed to force the poison out of the Crown Prince's body because, in the end, his cultivation had been lacking.
Back then, the already-insane Ouyang Feng had casually taught the young Yang Guo a chant that allowed him to expel the Ice Soul Silver Needle's poison. Now that Song Qingshu was personally circulating his energy to purge the Crown Prince's poison, the results naturally came twice as easily with half the effort.
After roughly an hour, the Crown Prince suddenly spat out a mouthful of poisoned blood. The Ice Soul Silver Needle's poison was finally neutralized.
Song Qingshu took the towel handed over by a palace maid and wiped his hands as he said, "For the next while, avoid overly nourishing foods. Also, have the Imperial Medical Academy prescribe some heat-clearing, detoxifying medicine for recovery. The Crown Prince will then make a full recovery."
The Crown Prince had actually remained conscious the entire time, but the deadly poison had left his body numb. Now that he had vomited out the poisoned blood, he gradually regained control of his body. Hearing this, he could not help clasping his hands in salute and thanking him with a complicated expression. "Thank you for saving my life."
How could the Crown Prince's feelings not be complicated? At morning court, he had still ordered his subordinates to attack Song Qingshu fiercely. This time, he had entered the palace to discuss how to deal with him alongside Consort Jia. Yet in the blink of an eye, he had to rely on the other man to save his