Xiao Zeyu ordered people to bring Ming Zhu over. The beautiful woman that he had not seen for more than ten days had become withered. She no longer had any charm. She curled up on the ground, like rotten meat without bones.
Xiao Zeyu looked down at Ming Zhu from his seat. He didn't feel any pity for her and asked coldly,
"You want to see me?"
"I really can't take it anymore. I'm willing to hand over the antidote."
Ming Zhu forced herself up. She previously wanted to use Li Daniu to save her life. Now, she wished she could die immediately. This endless torture was more terrifying than death.
"Alright, speak."
Xiao Zeyu ordered the military doctor to go over and record it. Ming Zhu did not have the antidote on her. If she said she would hand over the antidote, she would just hand over the formula.
"Emperor, before I hand over the formula, can you promise me one request?"
