Chapter 70 Traces Found

The man who caused the trouble was taken down by the soldiers. He struggled and screamed to break free from the soldiers' grasp, but blood dripped to the ground.

Mu Nanxi withdrew her gaze, and then turned her gaze to the troublemaker's severed hand that fell to the ground.

A rough palm covered with calluses, with mottled yellow marks, and the nails were also very yellow.

She knelt down, picked up the severed hand, and observed it carefully.

She gently turned her palm over, wanting to see the details of her hand more clearly.

Suddenly, Mu Nanxi's brows frowned, and she seemed to understand something.

She found some residual licorice powder between the fingers of her severed hand.

"But when did he do anything? Who did he cooperate with?" Mu Nanxi whispered to himself in a low voice, with deep eyes.

The man who caused the trouble had just appeared in the camp recently. Logically speaking, he had no chance to make any small moves while brewing the soup.

In the camp, the soup-making work was initially done by the four doctors in shifts. They were guarded on weekdays and ordinary people could not get close to it.

The soldiers guarding them were all Qi Zhiheng's men, so it was absolutely impossible for anyone to have ulterior motives.

Although the licorice can replenish qi, replenish the body, clear away heat and detoxify, it is incompatible with her recipe of using poisonous herbs as medicine. Only a very small dose will turn the prescription of curing diseases and saving lives into a life-threatening powder that can kill people without being visible.

The licorice powder adheres to the surface of the medicinal materials and is so small that it is not easily noticeable.

"Grab the medicinal materials with hands stained with licorice powder. The licorice powder will naturally enter the soup. It's really a good plan." Mu Nanxi murmured softly, his eyes cold and gloomy.

To understand these, one must be a person who is proficient in pharmacology.

Then the problem must lie with those two doctors.

Mu Nanxi thought of the two doctors who had volunteered to cook the medicine, saying that their medical skills were not as good as hers and Shen Yi's and could not respond to patients' emergencies in time, but they knew pharmacology and would not make mistakes when cooking medicine.

Seeing that the doctor worked tirelessly and took care of the patients day and night, she thought he would be a good doctor who could cure illnesses and save people, but she didn't expect that he would secretly harm people.

But you really can’t easily judge a person’s good or evil based on appearance alone!

Qi Zhiheng saw Mu Nanxi squatting on the ground and looking at the amputated hand in trance, and slowly stepped forward: "Have you noticed anything, my dear concubine?"

When Mu Nanxi heard the sound, his eyes turned cold and he threw his severed hand casually.

Then, she stood up quickly and approached Qi Zhiheng step by step.

The unique herbal fragrance from the woman penetrated Qi Zhiheng's nose.

Qi Zhiheng looked at Mu Nanxi's sharp eyes and firm steps, and his heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.

He took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down the restlessness in his heart, and turned to look bohemian.

His eyebrows were raised slightly, and the corners of his mouth curved in a playful way, "What do you want to do, concubine?"

Although Qi Zhiheng's heart was filled with emotions at the moment, no one could see any of it on the surface.

Mu Nanxi's eyes were fixed on Qi Zhiheng, trying to read something from his eyes.

There was a flash of inquiry in her eyes, and there was a hint of temptation in her tone, "I violated the Holy Lord's will and escaped from the capital. Doesn't the prince want to kill me?"

She looked directly at Qi Zhiheng, as if waiting for his answer.

Qi Zhiheng was silent for a moment and did not respond immediately.

He looked deeply at Mu Nanxi, and there seemed to be many unspoken stories hidden in his eyes. Mu Nanxi couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, secretly speculating on his intentions.

Mu Nanxi chuckled, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. She said easily: "If you want to kill me, you can do it now." There was a hint of provocation in her words, as if she was testing Qi Zhiheng's bottom line.

After a pause, the provocation in her eyes became stronger: "It's just that I am the only one who can cure the prince's poison."

Her tone was full of confidence, and she seemed to be fully sure of the solution to Qi Zhiheng's poison.