Daliang Encounters Calamity, Saved by Immortals; Ni Huang, Following Orders, Weakens Qin's Fortune

Wei Bai was completely dumbfounded. His entire body froze in place, his mind buzzing.

He had lived for most of his life, yet never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the first time he drank horse piss would be because of such an absurd misunderstanding.

He turned to King Jia of Wei, his face a tangled mess of emotions.

It was His Majesty who had brought up Meng Po in the first place!

If anyone was to be punished, it should have been him drinking the horse piss. Why did he have to suffer through it too?

I'm innocent!!

The words rolled around in his throat several times, but in the end, he did not dare voice them.

For one, King Jia of Wei had already vomited until he could not straighten his back, his face white as paper and looking ready to faint. Wei Bai truly could not bear to rub salt into the wound.

For another, he was still the ruler of a kingdom. Besides, the horse piss had already gone down their stomachs. Shifting the blame now was utterly meaningless; he could only pinch his nose and accept this ridiculous reality.

Clutching his stomach, which churned as though rivers and seas had overturned within it, Wei Bai staggered toward the nearby water's edge, plunged his head into the river, and began gulping down cold water.

After filling his belly with water and forcing himself to vomit, he went through a long ordeal before finally tasting Meng Po Soup again. In that moment, he truly wanted to die.

Once he caught his breath, Wei Bai wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, forcibly suppressed his nausea, and raised his head to look at the woman, who had already resumed her cool and aloof bearing.