Palace Lockdown: Xue Qinghe's Final Move

A Flying Carriage drawn by Soul Masters of the Speed Clan descended into the palace.

Bai He had personally led the way, cutting a journey of half a day down to two hours. Before the carriage had fully stopped, Yang Wudi leaped out with his medicine chest on his back. The rushing wind had left his hair a mess, but the Soul-Breaking Spear in his hand still gleamed.

"Who's treated the patient?" he asked as he walked.

"His heart stopped once about half an hour ago. Senior Dugu stimulated it with poison and brought him back," Tang San said. "The third Poison-Inducing Agent came from the bed curtains' incense."

"Three poisons working together. Whoever mixed them was more ruthless than I expected."

Tang San had barely jumped from the carriage when he caught a new sweetness in the air. It came from the curtains in Xue Ye's Bedchamber. Ordinarily, the scent helped him sleep. Mixed with the two poisons already inside him, it would make them flare up early.

"Take down every curtain!"

The Royal Knights moved at once. Yang Wudi rushed into the bedchamber and took Xue Ye's pulse, then pulled out some Coldheart Grass. After one glance at the leaves' color, he cut three inches from the roots and weighed the rest according to its age.

"Old poison freak, keep his heart steady."

Dugu Bo glared at him. "Get the medicine right first."

"One more word and you can do it yourself."

The two had taken an instant dislike to each other, but neither stopped working. Tang San separated the three poisons in Xue Ye's meridians while Yang Wudi adjusted the antidote on the spot. Dugu Bo sealed off every escape route with Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor venom.

After the first bowl of medicine went down, the black