Guarantee You’ll Live to a Hundred Years Old

His eyes lit up because there was an antidote.

Qian Jiyun chuckled and took a porcelain bottle from An Jiuyue. He poured out a few pills and held them in his palm.

There were yellow and red pills. He took one each and poured the rest back into the porcelain bottle.

"Your Majesty, take the medicine."

He approached the old Emperor, crouched down, and extended his hand.

The old Emperor was about to reach for it when he looked down and saw the pills in Qian Jiyun's hand. His expression froze, and he looked up at him.

"Why… are there two types?"

He had a bad feeling. He knew Qian Jiyun would not give him the antidote so easily.

"Oh. Your Majesty, one of these two pills is an antidote, and the other is poison." As expected, he heard Qian Jiyun's malicious voice.

"Which one is the antidote?" the old Emperor asked immediately.