บท 1838: Chapter 1838: Trading Secrets with You

If I had known this would happen, I might as well have told Sui Zimo everything I knew back then, so that he could hand over the antidote.

In that case, I wouldn't be in such a passive position now.

Is it too late now?

...

Finally, one day, the emperor, lying sick in bed, couldn't stand it any longer and issued a decree summoning Prince Mo to the palace.

However, there was not the slightest stir from Prince Mo's Mansion, and the emperor had to wait until the afternoon of the next day before he saw the leisurely arriving Sui Zimo.

He wanted to be angry, but he couldn't afford to be angry with Sui Zimo, nor dared to utter any words of insult.

"Father called for your son in such urgency; is there something important?"

Sui Zimo pulled a chair over, sat down leisurely, and asked the emperor.

His manner and tone were as if he were asking the emperor if he had eaten yet or just woken up—so casual yet utterly serious.