Ning Chen's laughter turned the Nanyue State Preceptor's old face red.

He knew perfectly well who Ning Chen meant by the gutless rat.

There was no poison in the wine, he was sure of it. Ning Chen and the Fourth Prince had both drunk and nothing had happened to either of them... Ning Chen was simply humiliating him.

The Nanyue State Preceptor snatched up his cup.

Ning Chen looked at him. "Think it over first. There's poison in that wine. Drink it and you're a dead man."

The Nanyue State Preceptor gave a cold laugh. Ning Chen was trying to scare him, wanted to see fear on his face — and he was not going to give Ning Chen another chance to humiliate him.

Then he raised the cup, tipped back his head and drank it off.

When he had finished he did not forget to sneer. "Poor wine. It cannot compare with our Nanyue Thousand Days Red."

Ning Chen looked at him and slowly raised a thumb. "How good can poisoned wine taste? You're a real man. Poisoned wine, and down it goes like that. All of a sudden I have a little respect for you!"

The Nanyue State Preceptor kept laughing, cold and sneering. "Playing at gods and ghosts. Did you really think that would frighten this State Preceptor..."

He had not finished when his whole body jerked and his voice stopped dead.

Pfft!!!

A mouthful of black blood sprayed across the table.

The Nanyue State Preceptor pitched forward onto the table and was dead where he sat.

Kang Luo went rigid all over, like a figure carved in stone.

Everyone there was stunned!

There really had been poison in the wine.

The Nanyue State Preceptor had been poisoned dead on the spot!

Shing, shing, shing!!!

Steel flashed. Kang Luo's men had drawn their long blades and closed around him, staring tensely at Ning Chen.

Kang Luo came to himself with a jolt, his eyes full of astonishment and fury.

He had never imagined Ning Chen would really poison the wine. Would poison their State Preceptor in the…