The Prince didn’t know about these matters.
Now, upon hearing, he felt chills running down his spine.
How could the people in the Prince Mansion be so vicious?
If not for the heir’s wife’s extraordinary dical skills, what would have happened if she had really drunk that bowl of dicine—
The consequences would have been unimaginable.
Previously, the Prince thought Xie Jingchen and Su Jin were a bit excessive in making the Old Madam cough up blood, but now he truly felt they had shown rcy.
After Xie Jingchen left, the Prince went to see the Old Prince.
He reported the matter of the sterility dicine honestly to the Old Prince.
The Old Prince’s arm was injured, it had just been torn open not long ago; it was not suitable to upset him with these matters.
However, the inner courtyard of the Prince Mansion was much filthier than the Prince knew. When even the head mistress was stealing the concubine’s ointnt, what couldn’t they do?
If the backyard wasn’t rectified, who knew what disaster might befall next.
After all, the Old Madam was the Prince’s biological mother; it wasn’t appropriate for the Prince to criticize her. This matter could only be handled by the Old Prince.
The sterility dicine was brought to the heir’s wife from Qihao Hall.
Even if the culprit was Princess Nanzhang, could the Old Madam truly claim she knew nothing about it?
Regarding the matter of the sterility dicine, the Old Prince was even more shocked and angry than the Prince, even breaking out in a cold sweat.
Qingqiu Garden.
Su Jin and Xingxing went to deliver dicine to Lady Chi.
Six packets of dicine.
And a box of pills.
Su Jin was instructing Lady Chi on how to brew the dicine.
The pills need to be held in the mouth, Su Jin advised, "These are for nourishing the vocal cords. I tried to remove the bitterness as much as possible. Take at least two a day. When you run out, co find for more."
Lady Chi held the ointnt, tears glistening in her eyes.
Su Jin had healed Xie Jingchen; Lady Chi had no doubt about her dical skills.
As long as she could open her mouth to speak, even if she had to hold coptis from morning to night, she would not frown.
Xique was talking with Xingxing.
Xingxing told Xique about the Old Madam being punished to reflect in the Buddhist Hall, along with copying the Buddhist Scripture.
"It’s a pity the punishnt was too light," Xingxing lanted.
Xique stared blankly at Xingxing.
Was it still light?
Light for others, maybe.
But for the Old Madam, it was already heavy.
She had been in the Prince Zhenbei Mansion for four years, and it was the first ti she heard of the Old Madam being punished.
Only the heir’s wife could manage to have the Old Prince punish the Old Madam.
But despite Xingxing’s regret, there was a bit of pride, "My lady made the Old Madam cough up blood."
Xique, "..."
"How much did it cost the Old Madam?" Xique asked curiously.
"Not a single copper coin was extorted," Xingxing suddenly wilted.
"My lady said she’s no longer a bandit and can’t swindle others’ money like that anymore."
"This ti, to leave a good impression on the Old Prince and the Prince, it wasn’t even ntioned."
Xique, "..."
To leave a good impression on the Old Prince and the Prince, she made the Old Madam cough up blood?
If not for leaving a good impression—
Would the Prince Mansion be holding a funeral by now?
Although the heir’s wife was no longer a bandit, she was just as fierce as before.
But this kind of fierceness, Xique particularly liked it.
After a while, Su Jin took her leave.
Lady Chi called Xique to bring the dicine pot, and she personally brewed the dicine.
While Su Jin and Xingxing were walking through the garden, they saw Manager Li supporting the Old Prince walking toward Qihao Hall from afar.
To be honest, Su Jin was a little surprised.
The Old Prince was seriously injured.
Though as a martial artist, his robust physique could hold up, he had just torn his stitches and was at the most needed ti for rest. What was he doing going to Qihao Hall?
Was it because the Old Madam was made to cough up blood by her?
The Old Prince and the Old Madam had shared deep affection as husband and wife, and seeing his wife cough up blood might have left him feeling quite uncomfortable.
Su Jin slowed her pace quietly, trying not to let the Old Prince see her.
However, the Old Prince noticed all of Su Jin’s little actions.
He looked at Manager Li and said, "Later, send the Jade Pogranate from the storeroom to the heir’s wife to amuse herself."
Qihao Hall.
The Old Madam lay on the bed, her face pale to the point of evoking sympathy.
Mrs. Wang didn’t even dare to look into the Old Madam’s eyes.
Hongxiu took out the swallow’s nest that Su Jin had given to the Old Madam from the storeroom.
In front of the Old Madam, she carefully opened the brocade box.
The Old Madam wasn’t worried about not having swallow’s nest to eat.
The swallow’s nest given by Su Jin, the Old Madam hadn’t even glanced at it and had it thrown into the storeroom.
There weren’t many pieces of swallow’s nest in the brocade box.
But those few pieces of swallow’s nest had hidden the white porcelain bottle containing the antidote tightly and securely.
If one didn’t know, at first glance, it wouldn’t be noticed at all.
Opening it wouldn’t necessarily reveal it either, let alone nobody dared to open it.
The antidote was right under their noses, yet no one found it, and in the end, they went to confess to the Old Prince, making him so angry he coughed up blood.
If it weren’t for pointing to the antidote to save lives, the Old Madam would have smashed it to pieces.
"Take the antidote!" the Old Madam said through gritted teeth.
Last ti, the ointnt was delivered by Lv Xiu.
This ti, Lv Xiu and Mrs. Li were still locked up in the woodshed.
Hongxiu took the antidote and bowed as she left.
The Old Madam’s eyes were bloodshot.
The maid brought the dicine.
Mrs. Wang held the pill and advised, "Old Madam, calm down and take the dicine."
Mrs. Wang sat by the bed to feed the Old Madam the dicine.
The Old Madam raised her hand and directly smashed the dicine bowl onto the ground.
The Old Prince stepped into the room and happened to witness this scene.
The maid, upon seeing the Old Prince, hurriedly stepped forward and greeted him, "Greetings, Old Prince."
"You may leave," the Old Prince said.
A few young maids left.
Mrs. Wang looked at the Old Prince and said, "Old Prince, you’re here just in ti. Could you please advise the Old Madam? This is already the third bowl of dicine."
The Old Prince walked to the bedside, staring into the Old Madam’s eyes, and said, "When the heir’s wife entered the door, on the day of the tea ceremony, did the Prince Zhenbei Mansion serve her a bowl of sterility dicine?!"
The Old Madam shivered.
"No...."
"No such thing!" the Old Madam denied.
"Who is spewing such nonsense?!"
"Without any evidence, the Old Prince is coming to bla ?!" The Old Madam was full of grievances.
The Old Prince looked disappointed.
Even now she refused to admit it.
He looked at the Old Madam and said, "The heir’s wife grew up on Qingyun Mountain, unfamiliar with worldly affairs. Seeing Jingchen poisoned and with little ti left, she snatched him, intending to detoxify him."
"But you all went to request the Emperor’s decree for a wedding. She saved Jingchen one mont, and the next mont, you served her sterility dicine!"
The Old Madam’s face turned deathly pale.
"Was it... the heir’s wife who detoxified Jingchen?" Her voice trembled.
Not only was the Old Madam shocked, but so was Mrs. Wang.
How was this possible?!
The heir’s wife was so young; how could she possess such superior dical skills?!
But upon closer thought, it was indeed strange when the heir’s wife forced Princess Nanzhang to drink the dicine when she brought the bowl repeatedly.
Moreover, with nurous attempts to poison the heir’s wife, others were the ones who suffered in the end.
The heir’s wife had dical skills, and poisoning her was like running straight into her trap.
The Old Madam always wanted to know who detoxified the Princely Heir, suspecting it was a doctor from Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, but she never thought it was the heir’s wife.
"What else is there to say?!" the Old Prince asked.
The Old Madam’s throat felt as if it was being choked; she couldn’t say a single word.
The Old Prince waved his sleeve and said, "Tomorrow, move to the Great Buddha Temple to reflect for a month!"
The Old Madam’s face looked ashen.
The Old Prince turned to leave.
After a few steps, he turned back and said, "Not a word about the heir’s wife having dical skills."
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