I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 458 Taking great pains
[Funny! Yin Lanci is actually more venomous than a tiger!]

Chu Liuzheng looked at the little pink dumpling smiling at her in front of her, then at the system message, and felt a tightness in her chest.

She clicked in and scrolled down, trying to see if the doll could still be saved.

【This "drug person" is not the same as that "drug person"... What does this mean? Are there different types of "drug people"?】

As she was searching through the classification of medicines, Feng Jing came over.

Chu Liuzheng quickly asked him to examine Tang Ge'er's body.

Feng Jing put down his medicine box, first taking the child's pulse, then listening to his heart and lungs, and examining his nose, eyes, mouth, lips, and limbs. He seemed to have discovered something, and his expression gradually became serious, causing everyone in the hall to hold their breath.

[Oh my god, could it be that Sugar Bro's drugged person is the worst kind?]

Chu Liuzheng couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Feng, is there something wrong?"

Feng Jing didn't say anything, but beckoned Siyue over, grabbed Tang Ge'er, and pricked the little boy's chubby finger with a silver needle.

A normal baby, if pricked like that, would at least wail and cry a couple of times, if not scream like crazy. But Tang Ge'er acted as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn't in any pain at all. Not only did he not struggle, but he also blinked his big eyes, staring at the silver needle in Feng Jing's hand.

Feng Jing squeezed two drops of blood from Tang Ge'er's fingertip into a white porcelain jar, then took out several bottles and jars from the medicine box and added them to the jar in order. When he ran out of blood, he pricked Tang Ge'er's finger with a needle.

Tang Ge'er still didn't cry, and even grinned at Chu Liuzheng, showing off his neat teeth.

Chu Liuzheng smiled at him, took his little hand and looked at the two barely visible needle marks, asking, "Does it hurt, Tang-ge'er?"

She asked the question, and since the child had cried from hunger earlier, he hadn't said a word and wouldn't answer her, but unexpectedly she heard a soft, tender voice say, "It hurts."

Chu Liuzheng was taken aback, shook the child's little hand, and asked, "Why didn't you cry out when it hurts?"

"I won't shout." Sugar Boy still smiled. "Mother said, don't shout. Sugar Boy, be good, smile."

Chu Liuzheng pursed her lips: "Does Mother also prick you with needles?"

"Hmm." Tang Ge'er nodded his little head, pointing with his little finger to the silver needles that Feng Jing had placed on the table, "Thick."

Chu Liuzheng: "Thicker than this needle?"

"Mmm," Tang Ge'er repeated, his voice tender like a newly sprouting bud, "rough, it hurts."

Looking at Tang Ge'er's chubby little face, Chu Liuzheng couldn't imagine how many needles such a small child must have endured to develop the habit of grinning at the person giving him a needle prick.

She felt a tightness in her chest and couldn't bring herself to ask any more questions. She shook Tang Ge'er's little hand while watching Feng Jing's movements.

Feng Jing stopped adding anything to the white porcelain jar. He looked at the few drops of blood that were still as bright as ever, then turned to look at the little baby sitting on the table, his eyes shining with an eerie light.

[Dr. Feng's expression is like that of a wolf in sheep's clothing seeing meat!]

Chu Liuzheng instinctively hugged Tang Ge'er into his arms, just then the emperor arrived.

Xiao Jingfan glanced at everyone, then his gaze fell on the baby in Chu Liuzheng's arms. He asked, "Is it him?"

"Yes, his nickname is Tang Ge'er." Chu Liuzheng turned the doll around to face the emperor.

Xiao Jingfan stared at the little dumpling for a while, and Tang Ge'er blinked his big eyes at him. As he looked at him, he suddenly called out, "Dad!"

That clear, crisp voice made everyone turn to look at the emperor, wondering if this child was the emperor's long-lost treasure? They had never heard of the emperor having such a romantic affair.

Chu Liuzheng was also quite surprised. She looked down at the doll and asked, "Brother Tang, what did you call him?"

"Father," Tang Ge'er repeated in a clear voice, reaching out to the emperor for a hug. Xiao Jingfan bent down, picked him up, and held him up to his eyes. "I am not your father. Call me Imperial Uncle."

Tang Ge'er completely ignored him and continued to call him "Dad".

Chu Liuzheng looked at the emperor with suspicion.

Could it be that the tyrant really is having an affair with Yin Lanci?

Xiao Jingfan's face darkened.

The time doesn't seem to match up. Let me check.

Chu Liuzheng deliberately opened the system and browsed through it.

[Hmm... alright, Tang-ge'er is indeed not the tyrant's child. The child is too young, and Yin Lanci has a portrait of the tyrant hanging in his room, originally intended to encourage himself to overthrow the tyrant as soon as possible. However, Tang-ge'er mistakenly thinks the portrait is of his father, which is why he calls the tyrant "father" whenever he sees him.]

She understood, and so did Xiao Jingfan. He sat down at the table with Tang Ge'er in his arms and casually picked up a pastry to feed him.

Tang Ge'er was truly very well-behaved. He held the snacks in his two little hands, taking a bite and glancing at the emperor, taking another bite and glancing at the emperor, as if he were feeding the emperor the snacks.

Xiao Jingfan was exasperated by the child's gaze and reached out to pinch his chubby little face. "What are you looking at?"

"Dad." Tang Ge'er grinned at him, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth.

Xiao Jingfan corrected, "It's the Imperial Uncle."

Tang Ge'er wouldn't listen, he just kept calling for his father.

Xiao Jingfan couldn't really argue with a child who didn't understand, so he gave up after two unsuccessful attempts to correct him. He looked at Feng Jing and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Tang-ge'er?"

Feng Jing glanced at everyone in the hall, then cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, please dismiss everyone else."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingfan gave Zhou Yuande a wink, and Zhou Yuande immediately led everyone out.

The palace doors closed, leaving only Chu Liuzheng, Feng Jing, Xiao Jingfan, Tang Ge'er on his lap, and the hidden guards in the shadows.

Feng Jing glanced at the baby obediently munching on a snack and said in a complicated tone, "Sugar Bro is a drug person."

Xiao Jingfan was startled, and Chu Liuzheng also pretended to be startled.

“It must have been Yin Lanci who did it,” Feng Jing said. “She went to great lengths for this son.”

Xiao Jingfan frowned: "What do you mean?"

Feng Jing said, "Brother Tang is now just like me, immune to all poisons."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Chu Liuzheng poked the baby in Xiao Jingfan's arms. Tang Ge'er stopped eating his snack, looked up and smiled at her.

Xiao Jingfan also thought this was a good thing.

"Every medicine has some toxicity, and being immune to all poisons isn't entirely a good thing." Feng Jing pointed to himself, "People like us usually don't get minor illnesses, but rather major ones, which are extremely difficult to treat. This is because most medicines become ineffective when used on us."

"Back then, my master fed me herbal medicine for eight years to make me immune to all poisons. Many of them were highly toxic. I only survived because I was tough." Feng Jing also took a pastry to tease Tang Ge'er. "Tang Ge'er is so young and already immune to all poisons. It must not have been done by my master."

Tang Ge'er reached out to take it, holding a piece of pastry in one little hand, taking a bite from one side and alternating between the other.

Feng Jing said, "I just tested Tang Ge'er's blood and found that it can cure deadly poisons. Although my blood has a similar effect, it is far less effective than Tang Ge'er's. If I'm not mistaken, Yin Lanci must have found a way to replace all of Tang Ge'er's blood."

(End of this chapter)