"Your Majesty, this old minister believes that not only should Mo Wuji not be executed, but he should be greatly rewarded," Duke Han Sheng'an quickly stepped forward and said.

"Why is that?" Situ Qian frowned slightly.

He had never liked the Mo family, the rulers of the Northern Qin Prefecture, and now that the descendants of the Mo family possessed such effective healing medicine, they didn't think to offer it to the Cheng Yu Kingdom. Instead, they carelessly made it known to everyone. Regardless of whether Mo Wuji was being cunning or had ulterior motives, he didn't care to know; killing him was the answer.

"Your Majesty, Mo Wuji's gratuitous contribution of the Nine Lives Healing Potion is a boon to the country and its people. Before Mo Wuji revealed this medicine, Your Majesty could kill him at will. But now, Your Majesty cannot. If it becomes known that Mo Wuji selflessly offered the Nine Lives Healing Potion to benefit the populace, only to be executed for it, it would tarnish Your Majesty's reputation and harm the Cheng Yu Kingdom.

Conversely, if it becomes known that Mo Wuji sent out such a vital national treasure simply because the Nine Lives Healing Potion benefited countless people and saved countless lives, and Your Majesty pardoned Mo Wuji and rewarded him handsomely, then our Cheng Yu Kingdom would be even more stable, and its people would be even more united."

After Duke Han Sheng'an finished speaking, he consciously retreated to the side.

His words weren't overly clear, but Situ Qian understood. It meant that Mo Wuji had offended Situ Qian, but because Mo Wuji's actions benefited the people, Situ Qian would not pursue Mo Wuji's crimes and would even reward him handsomely. This would further solidify Situ Qian's position and earn him even greater love from the people.

He didn't care whether a small figure like Mo Wuji lived or died. Situ Qian wouldn't refuse such an opportunity to enhance his reputation and solidify his position. Moreover, the situation had already occurred. Choosing to enhance his reputation was better than tarnishing it. Besides, killing Mo Wuji could be done at any time. Once things had settled down and everyone had forgotten about Mo Wuji, he could be killed casually.

"The old Duke speaks with reason. Bring Mo Wuji here," Situ Qian immediately understood the key point.

A moment later, a young man with a pale face, dim eyes, and somewhat disheveled hair was brought into the hall.

Was this the alchemist who developed the Nine Lives Healing Potion?

Everyone was stunned by Mo Wuji's disheveled appearance. Under normal circumstances, alchemists might not pay much attention to their appearance, but only when they were concocting elixirs. Most of the time, alchemists had a sense of style. Even when concocting elixirs, they wouldn't be as unkempt as Mo Wuji, right?

"Kneel!" the guard who brought Mo Wuji in shouted when he saw Mo Wuji looking around the hall blankly.

Mo Wuji didn't seem to hear him, still looking around blankly, seemingly unaware that he should pay respects to the King.

"You may leave. To become an alchemist and do something so beneficial to the country and its people, I will allow him to stand here and speak," Situ Qian waved his hand to dismiss the guard, his tone even more amiable.

After the guard left, Situ Qian looked at Mo Wuji and asked, "Are you Mo Wuji?"

Mo Wuji seemed to wake up from his daze, looking at Situ Qian with confusion. After a moment, he exclaimed in surprise, "Are you Your Majesty? Yes, I am Mo Wuji."

A minister on the left was about to step forward and reprimand Mo Wuji, but Situ Qian stopped him with a raised hand. "I heard that you developed the Nine Lives Healing Potion, a top-grade healing elixir. Can you tell me how you developed it?"

He had heard about Mo Wuji's madness. After all, he was the legitimate heir to the Northern Qin Prefecture, and he could receive such information, but he didn't pay much attention to it. In other words, if Mo Wuji hadn't created the Nine Lives Healing Potion, even if he died in the streets, this king wouldn't have cared.

If Mo Wuji was truly a genius alchemist, he could spare his life and make use of him.

Mo Wuji breathed a slight sigh of relief. He didn't know he had just walked through the gates of hell. But now, this king probably wouldn't kill him. The meridian expansion medicine had nearly killed him, and he had stayed up all night having people reprint the production method of penicillin out of fear that it would bring him real bad luck. It was no wonder he wasn't in good spirits.

His slightly dazed appearance upon entering the hall was also intentional. He was supposed to be a madman, so it was understandable if his reactions were a little slow.

"Your Majesty, it was something my father left me before his death. He said that if there ever came a day when survival was difficult, I should bring out the Nine Lives Healing Potion. I was previously stimulated by some false fame, which caused me to lose my composure. After I recovered slightly, I remembered what my father had left me before his death, and then I took it out and cooperated with Dan Han Elixir. As for concocting elixirs, I have never learned it," Mo Wuji explained.

So that was how it was. Situ Qian suddenly regretted not paying attention to this descendant of the Mo family sooner. He didn't doubt Mo Wuji's words too much. He knew that Mo Tiancheng was actually an alchemist. It was normal that Mo Wuji hadn't learned alchemy. Was alchemy something anyone could learn? Mo Tiancheng was an alchemist, but Mo Wuji wasn't even born when he disappeared, so how could he teach him?

"Then why did you print and distribute this formula everywhere?" Situ Qian continued to ask.

Mo Wuji looked slightly nervous and said, "This formula was originally left by my grandfather to my father to inherit the prefecture, so that he could benefit the people. Until my father passed away, he didn't have the opportunity to inherit the prefecture. I was too obsessed with the dream of becoming the ruler, and I eventually got stuck in a dead end. Now that I have recovered somewhat, I also know that my Mo family will no longer have the opportunity to inherit the Northern Qin Prefecture, so I want to take this opportunity to promote the Nine Lives Healing Potion, so that more people can survive because of it, and accumulate some merit for my Mo family."

Situ Qian nodded secretly. Although the Northern Qin Prefecture had always belonged to the Mo family, a new prefect needed a way to better control the prefecture and using a method that benefited the vast majority of people was the most suitable and the most likely to increase prestige and support. He believed ninety percent of Mo Wuji's words.

"In that case, why did you first cooperate with Dan Han Elixir to sell this healing potion at a high price? Only after producing a batch did you choose to distribute the formula for free?" Situ Qian asked, staring directly at Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji said with some trepidation, "I couldn't even afford to eat before, let alone have the money to promote this healing potion. Proprietor Lu of Dan Han Elixir was kind to me, so I chose to produce a batch before distributing it for free for three reasons. The first is to have enough money to promote it, the second is to repay Proprietor Lu's kindness, and the third is to let more people know that the Nine Lives Healing Potion is a top-grade healing medicine, and not that I am making it up."

Hearing Mo Wuji's answer, Situ Qian regretted it even more. It was only one day later, if he had known this news one day earlier, then this healing medicine would not have been leaked.

Situ Qian forcibly put this unpleasantness aside, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Mo Wuji, although the Nine Lives Healing Potion was not developed by you, it is also your Mo family's contribution to the Cheng Yu Kingdom. As the ruler of the Cheng Yu Kingdom, I have decided to reward you. If you want to continue to inherit the position of prefect of the Northern Qin Prefecture, it is not impossible."

Some people who knew Mo Wuji's background were impressed by Mo Wuji's luck. It was really a case of planting flowers intentionally, but they didn't bloom, unintentionally planting willows, and they grew into a forest. Previously, for the sake of the position of prefect, Mo Guangyuan died, and Mo Xinghe, who was this Mo Wuji, went crazy, but he didn't get the position of prefect. Now that Mo Wuji has taken out the Nine Lives Healing Potion, he has easily obtained the position of prefect.

Almost everyone thought that Mo Wuji would want to inherit the position of prefect of the Northern Qin Prefecture. After all, this guy went crazy for the sake of the position of prefect. After going crazy, he was still dreaming of becoming the ruler.

Mo Wuji sneered in his heart. If Situ Qian really wanted to give the Mo family the position of prefect, his cheap old man wouldn't have died in Raozhou City. To take a step back, if he had a hot head and agreed to inherit the Northern Qin Prefecture, he was afraid that he would be not far from death.

Not to mention whether he could leave Raozhou to go to Northern Qin, even if he could reach Northern Qin, he would be going alone with a prefect's seal. Would he not be dying too quickly? The situation of being poisoned yesterday was still vivid in his mind, how could he forget it?

No matter who poisoned him, Mo Wuji was sure that after he died, this lord of the Cheng Yu Kingdom would not say a word.

(Because it is the period of the new book, only two updates can be made every day, with a gap of three updates. If the number of words updated every day is too large, the new book list will be removed in advance.)