Journey to the End of the Night Chapter 1691 - 1013: It Was Her

Faintly visible are the inlays resembling the radiance of stars and moonlight, making the Wanggui Building splendidly bright at dusk.

Seeing such an extravagant scene, everyone couldn’t help but be astonished.

Oh my, my dear young lady!

Do you think you’re attending some lavish evening banquet?

The Emperor has been poisoned and attacked, and the Divine Envoy has arrived to exercise authority and judgment. Amidst such tense circumstances, you still have the leisure to dress up and dawdle this long.

Tan Guangjun squinted his eyes, sizing up Fang Geyu, and sneered, "Miss Fang certainly keeps me waiting."

Facing Tan Guangjun, a companion of the God revered by everyone, Fang Geyu treated him like any other person, maintaining an aloof demeanor.

"Uninvited guests are but intruders, and I have not kept you waiting long."

Tan Guangjun’s palm upon his scepter suddenly clenched, eyes brewing a storm:

"The Emperor is of the Venerable Immortal’s body, yet was harmed and poisoned in Shifang City. Miss Fang, as the future master of Shifang City, with such a dismissive attitude, are you unwilling to give an account to my East Heaven Temple?"

At this moment, anyone could see the thunderous rage hidden beneath Tan Guangjun’s indifferent exterior.

Unexpectedly, Fang Geyu casually replied, "Ah, you’re referring to the Emperor? What poison was he afflicted with?"

Tan Guangjun, spurred by suppressed anger, felt his breath subtly tremble as he spoke coldly:

"The Emperor was poisoned and harmed in Shifang City. Instead of passing the question to others, shouldn’t you promptly investigate the nature of the poison and who perpetrated the poisoning? For treating the Venerable Immortal with such negligence, I can charge Shifang City with a grave offense for disrespecting the gods!"

With these words, within the Wanggui Building, disciples of the talisman master family belonging to Shifang City all showed alarmed expressions.

Fang Geyu, however, revealed a disdainful smirk, giving no face while saying:

"Tan Guangjun, if you wish to assert authority, you’ve come to the wrong place. Have you got a pig’s brain?"

This brazen and reckless remark shocked everyone present.

Especially Fang You, the City Lord who typically indulged and doted on her, his face unnaturally flushed with anger.

"You fool, what nonsense are you spouting? As your father, it seems I’ve spoiled you too much, making you lose sight of the sky’s height and earth’s depth!"

Tan Guangjun chuckled lowly, his gaze gleaming with dangerous cold light:

"Does Miss Fang know what responsibility you’ll bear for your words and actions today?"

Fang Geyu maintained her infuriatingly calm pace and tone:

"Then let me ask you, Tan Guangjun. I am neither a physician, nor a poison master, nor a coroner skilled in inspecting corpses.

Since the Emperor has already taken the poison, he should immediately find a skilled physician to identify what poison afflicted him and who poisoned him.

As you know, I’m merely the future successor of Shifang City, and counting years, I’m only just nineteen.

As the Emperor was poisoned, you, an Immortal who has lived countless millennia, bestowed with the honor of the Immortal Venerable, possess authority to descend and oversee this matter.

You’re tasked with an important role, known for mastering poison techniques, yet you intend to thrust everything onto someone as naive of worldly affairs as me.

At this moment, the Emperor faces the agony of the poison threatening his heart, and time is as precious as gold.

The longer you delay, the more suffering the Emperor endures.

I’m no prophetic master, nor aware the Emperor would visit Shifang.

And Tan Guangjun, descending upon Wanggui Building was entirely unanticipated. As such, I sincerely welcome your arrival.

I dressed up properly, as is befitting the future City Lord of Shifang City.

But I never imagined Tan Guangjun would truly be so pig-headed.

I took an hour to dress up, yet Tan Guangjun stood here like a stubborn stone for the entire hour. Why?"

Fang Geyu tilted her eyes, "If Miss Fang hadn’t appeared today, would Tan Guangjun have left your Emperor to writhe and suffer from the poison within, waiting solely for my arrival to give you a satisfactory explanation?"

When has Tan Guangjun, accustomed to residing in the Divine Palace, ever encountered such sharp-tongued prowess from Fang Geyu?

With just a few words, she justified her tardiness as reasonable, leaving him utterly disparaged, inept, and unfit for important tasks.

Tan Guangjun felt deceived, his tone oppressive and cold:

"What utter fabrication! Upon descending, I’ve already investigated and found that the poison afflicting the Emperor is known as the ’Thousand Cuts Pill.’

This poison, though not fatal, subjects the one who consumed it to relentless agony akin to suffering the utmost punishment of a thousand cuts, never ceasing day or night for a month!"

Fang Geyu nonchalantly responded with an ’Mm,’ saying, "Now you know what poison, next is to investigate who perpetrated the poisoning."

Tan Guangjun scoffed coldly, "Do you think I’m incompetent? Upon identifying the poison, I’ve interrogated the two dancers serving the Emperor at the time.

Their testimonies were consistent, stating that prior to the poison’s onset, the Emperor only consumed a cup of ’Flower Inquiry Dew’ brought by Qingzhi from the ’One Drop of Blood.’

This individual is highly suspicious, but when I demanded a strict investigation, Qingzhi became absent without a trace, evidently prepared!"

Hearing the words ’Flower Inquiry Dew,’ everyone exchanged subtle, knowing glances.

The dignified Venerable Immortal Emperor sought recreational pleasures, yet needed such supplements for enjoyment?

Indeed, people are not always as they appear...