Emperor Chu indeed felt unlucky.
On New Year's Day, Prince Min was poisoned in the Heavenly Prison, and he could almost imagine those so-called saints sharpening their pens, ready to denounce him.
Unlucky.
Emperor Chu looked at the ghastly pale Prince Min, listened to the trembling diagnosis from Physician Lu, snorted heavily, and flung his sleeves as he left.
"Save him."
Song Zhiyuan glanced at Prince Min and followed.
Since Prince Min was poisoned in the Heavenly Prison, he naturally couldn't stay there and was moved to a palace.
"Did you see that? It's quite a tactic." Emperor Chu pointed inside the hall, speaking to Song Zhiyuan: "Entered the Heavenly Prison yesterday, the screen was placed there overnight, and today he's poisoned. This isn't any special timing, but perfectly timed to spite me on New Year's Day."
