So, the cloaked figure took a piece of poisoned clothing, mistaking it for a treasure, and just gave it to him?
Or did the cloaked figure know all along that it was a piece of poisoned clothing and deliberately used it to harm him?
He felt that the latter possibility was more likely.
Every time the cloaked figure came to the palace, when was he not arrogant and haughty? When had he ever given him anything, except for this one time?
And yet, just this one time, it caused him such indescribable suffering.
"Where is the antidote then?" he asked immediately.
"Antidote, what antidote?"
Sui Zimo countered with a question, his eyes filled with even more confusion.
"When Miss Lin gifted the Ice Silkworm Garment to me, she never mentioned that an antidote was needed."
The Emperor: "..."
This Sui Zimo, even at a time like this, was still putting on an act for him!
"How can there be no... no antidote, Zimo? I am your Emperor, your father. Do you truly wish to just watch me die?"