Chapter 1302 - 1302: Father can’t die

The handkerchief Meng Changling held in her hand was immediately twisted into a ball. Her brows furrowed even tighter, her white teeth bit her bright red lips, and her eyes gradually dimmed.

“Is there a solution?” Bai Zhi asked.

Song Lang nodded: “Yes, I happen to be able to solve it. Fortunately, you have called me now. If it is another day in the evening, it will be impossible to recover.”

Chu Yan’s expression changed: “What do you mean?”

“The poison in the Supreme Emperor is somewhat similar to the poison in Qian Fang, but it is not the same. As long as Qian Fang’s poison does not take the other poison I made, she will not lose her life. But the poison of the Supreme Emperor is very sinister. It will not kill people immediately, but it can also make people look like normal. There is no reason for it. This is because it has not yet reached the time. Once the time comes, if you haven’t taken the antidote. Then, even if the Great Immortal God came to the world, it would be useless.”

Chu Yan clenched his fists, and said in a harsh voice: “If I catch the murderer, I will let him suffer the death sentence slowly.”

Meng Changling, who was always sitting behind the table, looked slightly pale, then took a deep breath, stood up and walked slowly to Song Lang, and asked, “Are you, Song Lang?”

Seeing her attire, Song Lang immediately guessed her identity, and immediately bowed his hands and saluted: “Answering back Imperial Concubine Meng, this lowly one is Song Lang.”

Meng Changling slightly raised an eyebrow, and asked in a deep voice: “Do you recognize me?”

Song Lang shook his head: “I’ve never seen the imperial concubine before, it’s just this lowly one’s guess.”

Meng Changling stared at the thin Song Lang in front of her, and asked: “You said that the Supreme Emperor was poisoned, and there is a cure, so when will you be able to refine your antidote?”

Song Lang pondered for a moment and said: “As long as the medicinal herbs are ready, we can refine it today, but refining this antidote requires a relatively special herb, the purple blood vine. This kind of herb cannot be cultivated, only in the deep mountains and old forests, which is why it’s very rare. And it just grows once in a while, I’m afraid it’s difficult to find it.”

But this purple blood vine was still a very important medicine, indispensable.

Chu Yan heard the words and immediately called Eunuch Fu.

“Quickly send people to get purple blood vine from the medicine hall of the imperial hospital, and send people to buy purple blood vine from various private pharmacies, regardless of the price.”

Eunuch Fu left immediately, and the maid beside Meng Changling quietly retreated.

Song Lang sighed: “A few years ago, I refined the antidote for Qian Fang, and the antidote also needed purple blood vine. I searched all over the capital city, but I couldn’t find purple blood vine.”

Bai Zhi asked: “Then where did you find it in the end?”

“In the Liu Family’s Firm, there happened to be an old doctor who auctioned off the purple blood vine that had been treasured for many years because his family was short of money. I was lucky to meet him.”

Chu Yan sent someone to the Liu Family’s firm to inquire again, but he couldn’t miss any possible way.

If the Supreme Emperor dies, then he will not be able to implement his plan of passing the throne in a short time.

He can’t wait any longer. Well, he can wait, but can Bai Zhi wait?

He didn’t want Bai Zhi to be poked at the spine by the world all the time like this, and he didn’t want to force her to live a life she didn’t like.

If they want the best of them, one of them must give in.

Therefore, his Imperial Father the Supreme Emperor cannot die, absolutely not.

The people sent out by Eunuch Fu returned to their orders one after another three hours later, no matter whether it was a medicine hall, a folk medicine store, or a major commercial firm, there was no Purple Blood Vine for sale.

At this time, there was still one day before the deadline Song Lang said.

*

In the Meng Family Mansion

“Father, did the palace send a letter just now?” Meng Nan walked into his father’s study and asked immediately.

Master Meng nodded: “Yes, I just delivered it. You are quite well-informed.” Holding the letter in his hand, his face was calm, but his eyes were full of joy: “Come and see.”