Can I Not Be Beheaded? Please? 08
The first information the Emperor, Bai Zhenli, received was about the poison. Despite Qin Yinling being the one bedridden, it was, after all, the Emperor's life that was important.
"It's the poison of the red ferret?" Bai Zhenli looked at his subordinate, indifference in his eyes. He was besieged with worry a few minutes ago, but it immediately vanished when he heard what type of poison it was. "Are you positive?"
The shadow guard continued to kneel. He knew his information was correct, but the pressure radiating from his master made him doubt his own facts. He lifted his head and affirmed, "Yes!"
Bai Zhenli rested the side of his head on his hands. His elbow on top of the table supported his posture. With legs crossed, he exudated laziness, like a fine Persian cat.
"It's not deadly," Bai Zhenli said, his voice holding no emotions.