May Your Martial Fortune Prosper

Genpei was truly in excellent physical condition. Even after being poisoned, he was still alert and speaking clearly.

Of course, it was also possible that poison-making techniques in the feudal era simply weren't very advanced, and mineral and plant poisons were not particularly efficient at killing.

Things like the so-called Cranetop Red and Arsenic would not kill someone immediately after being consumed. It could take two or three days of torment before death came.

For someone in exceptionally good health, it might take half a month or even a month before they finally died of liver and kidney failure.

So Genpei had not been foolish to drink all the poisoned wine. He simply did not want to suffer for several days before dying.

At that moment, Genpei sat facing Li Qinwu. Though poisoned, Genpei still maintained a formal seated posture, while Li Qinwu lounged much more casually on the tatami.

Li Qinwu asked, "How do you feel right now?"

Genpei said, "My mouth tastes salty and bloody. My limbs are weak and sore, and there is a faint pain in my abdomen."

Li Qinwu said, "Your mouth is probably bleeding. The poisoned wine attacked your nerves, which is why you have no strength. The abdominal pain means your stomach lining has been damaged.

You weigh too much for the poisoned wine to kill you right away, but it will not be long before your condition rapidly worsens. You'll die in agony."

Genpei smiled. "When that time comes, I hope you will grant me a quick death."

The air fell silent. After quite some time, Li Qinwu asked:

"Genpei, do you have any last words?"

Genpei thought for a moment, then said:

"My lord, could you take my wife and child away?"

Li Qinwu nodded.

"Yes."

Genpei said, "Then I will