Chapter 199, that's it?

Chapter 199, that's it?

Inside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, chaos reigned.

"Demon blood! It really is demon blood!"

"The princess has revealed herself! Run! Don't let her drain your life force!"

Where was the composure of a high-ranking official now? The civil and military officials were all pale as death, wishing they could bury their heads in the ground.

Beside the dragon throne, the young Emperor Zhao Yuan was so frightened that he crawled under the table, covering his head and trembling, crying out, "Mother, save me! I don't want to be eaten!"

In everyone's eyes, Tang Li, whose hand was "festering and bleeding," was now equated with a monstrous ghost with a blue face and fangs.

Master Xuanji, seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, became even more overjoyed and brandished his peach wood sword, ready to charge forward:

"Demon! Prepare to die!"

But Tang Li, who was at the center of the media storm, didn't even lift an eyelid.

She didn't scream, beg for mercy, or transform into some monster to wreak havoc as everyone expected.

She merely frowned slightly, raised her "bleeding" hand, and brought it to her nose to smell it.

"vomit……"

Tang Li curled her lip in disgust and waved her other hand in front of her nose:

"This smells like foul-smelling alkaline water, mixed with the stench of rotten ginger... Master, has your prop gone bad?"

Master Xuanji abruptly stopped, a look of surprise on his face.

Alkaline water? Ginger flavor? How did she know?

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Tang Li slowly and deliberately took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from her bosom.

With graceful and unhurried movements, she covered the shocking "bloodstains" on the back of her hand with a silk handkerchief in front of the Empress Dowager, the Emperor, and the fake monk.

A gentle wipe.

"call--"

It's like a magic trick.

As the handkerchief was removed, the terrifying crimson "bloodstains" vanished without a trace.

Instead, her original fair, delicate, and flawless skin was replaced.

There are no ulcers or wounds.

Not even a single red mark was left.

Only on that white silk handkerchief were a few glaring red stains.

"This...this..."

Master Xuanji stared wide-eyed at Tang Li's hand as if he had seen a ghost.

How is that possible?

Once the developer gets on your skin, the color is extremely dark. How could it possibly be wiped off so easily?

"What? Surprised?"

Tang Li flicked the handkerchief in her hand, looked at the charlatan whose face was covered in cold sweat, and curled her lips into a mocking smile, as if looking at an idiot:

"Turmeric powder turns red when it comes into contact with alkaline water."

Her voice was clear and crisp, even carrying a hint of patient explanation, and it echoed throughout the deathly silent hall:

"This kind of trick isn't even worth using anymore by those quacks selling miracle cures at rural markets. It's probably only good for fooling three-year-olds, or..."

Tang Li's gaze passed over Master Xuanji and swept over the Empress Dowager on the high platform as if it were nothing:

"Or maybe we can fool those old hags who have a guilty conscience and are naive."

boom--!

These words were like a resounding slap in the face to everyone who had believed them.

Turmeric powder? Alkaline water?

So the so-called "demon blood" was just a trick conjured from something that could be found anywhere?!

The officials slowly peeked out from under the table, looking at the unharmed princess and then at the "master" who was frozen in place. The expressions on their faces were quite interesting.

So they were so scared by a few drops of turmeric water that they wet their pants?

"You...you're talking nonsense!"

Master Xuanji panicked, brandishing his sword in a desperate attempt to salvage his reputation: "This is sorcery! You used sorcery to cover up your wounds! You..."

"Shut up."

Tangli lost her last bit of patience.

She couldn't even be bothered to listen to his nonsense anymore.

She raised her hand and crumpled the silk handkerchief stained with red marks into a ball.

Then, with a flick of the wrist.

"Smack!"

The silk handkerchief, accompanied by the sound of the wind, landed with perfect accuracy on Master Xuanji's shiny face!

"Is this all your magic power?"

Tangli clapped her hands, as if brushing away something dirty.

She stood beside Pei Yunjing, her red dress as fiery as fire, her eyes haughty.

She looked at the fake monk, who was stunned by the handkerchief, and slowly uttered two words filled with utter contempt and sarcasm:

"...That's it?"

These two short words may not be very offensive, but they are extremely insulting.

Master Xuanji covered his face, his old face turning a deep purplish-red.

He had been a conman for decades and had never suffered such a humiliating disgrace!

Pei Yunjing, who was being protected by Tang Li, looked at his princess's infuriatingly arrogant appearance, and the icy look in his eyes had long since melted into a indulgent smile.

He knew it.

His little fox was never one to be bullied easily.

Have you had enough fun?

Pei Yunjing reached out and put his arm around her waist again, asking in a low voice.

"That's about it."

Tang Li glanced disdainfully at the monk who was still jumping up and down, then at the Empress Dowager on the high platform, whose face was ashen.

"Now that their show is over, it's... our turn."