Su Jin raised her hand to rub her temples.
Xingxing looked at her curiously, "Miss, what’s wrong with Mrs. Wang?"
"She was probably scared by you," Su Jin looked at Xingxing and said.
"But I didn’t scare her," Xingxing replied.
"...."
This silly maid actually sowhat believed it.
"Could it be that Mrs. Wang saw that I wanted to collect money?" Xingxing touched her own face and said.
She felt she shouldn’t have been so obvious.
Su Jin suppressed the twitching of her lips and poured herself so tea.
She didn’t need to make excuses.
This maid had already found a reasonable explanation for Mrs. Wang’s unusual behavior, truly saving trouble.
Just seeing Mrs. Wang running off like the wind, the maids and older won of Agarwood Pavilion were left looking at each other in confusion.
They had never seen Mrs. Wang run before, especially with a pale face.
She was clutching a brocade box in her arms...
Could she have dared to steal sothing from the Heir’s wife?
The sun was blazing.
But Mrs. Wang felt her body turn cold.
The matters Su Jin spoke of were so bizarre that she couldn’t believe them.
She even wondered if Marquis Dongxiang truly altered his appearance, either by taking so Disguise Pill or through so other supernatural ans.
As for the Heir’s wife—
The more Mrs. Wang thought, the more frightened she beca.
By the ti she hurried back to Qihao Hall, her steps had slowed.
Even if the Heir’s wife wasn’t the biological daughter of Marquis Dongxiang, she had never hard anyone.
She boasted exceptional dical skills, only using them to protect herself and save others.
If not for her, the Young Master would be lost, and the Prince would have died from poison at the border long ago.
And the Old Prince, who returned injured and never recovered, it was also the Heir’s wife who helped him.
She only saved people, never hard anyone.
Mrs. Wang felt her earlier actions might have hurt the Heir’s wife’s feelings.
It was simply a mont of fright that she couldn’t recover from.
Staring at the door inside, Mrs. Wang’s mind buzzed with Su Jin’s words, sending chills down her spine.
She stood at the door without moving.
Hongxiu ca out and said, "Mrs. Wang, why don’t you co in?"
Mrs. Wang braced herself to climb the steps.
The room was filled with ice basins.
The chill surged from all directions, making Mrs. Wang shiver involuntarily.
The Old Madam was coughing.
Lanzhi brought the dicine forward, but the Old Madam waved her hand at the sll, saying, "Take it away, I won’t eat."
Mrs. Wang brought the brocade box forward, "Old Madam, I went to see the Heir’s wife to get so health preservation pills."
The Old Madam glanced at the brocade box.
"You’ve got quite so face with the Heir’s wife," the Old Madam’s voice had an undertone of hostility.
Mrs. Wang knew that her going to the Heir’s wife for pills wouldn’t make the Old Madam happy.
But if she didn’t go, who else could?
Go find the Old Prince?
When the Imperial Physician spoke, she planned to seek out the Old Prince, but she wanted to use the chance to discuss a matter with the Heir’s wife.
She had said quite a few things earlier but forgot to ntion the most critical thing.
Mrs. Wang stood there, not knowing what to do.
Lanzhi continued to persuade the Old Madam to take her dicine.
The Old Madam glanced at Mrs. Wang, "Bring the pill."
Mrs. Wang hurriedly handed over the brocade box.
She opened the brocade box, the Old Madam looked at the uniformly sized pills, tightened her grip, and still took one.
Hongxiu quickly poured tea for the Old Madam.
Watching the Old Madam swallow the pill, Mrs. Wang felt even colder on her back.
She recalled the ti when the Old Madam had diarrhea.
The pills were thrown on the ground by the Old Madam, only to be picked up and eaten in the end.
The forr Old Madam would never do sothing so disgraceful.
She would rather suffer through the pain.
No!
The forr Old Madam would never go against a young lady like the Heir’s wife.
The Heir’s wife wouldn’t knowingly let the Old Madam eat pastries that were suspect from the palace, setting her up.
After taking the pill, the Old Madam leaned against the large pillow, "Call the great-aunt over."
Mrs. Wang looked at the Old Madam, "Today there’s a banquet at the palace, the great-aunt must be attending. It’s getting late, and you’re not feeling well. Why not wait until tomorrow..."
The Old Madam gave a chilling glance.
Mrs. Wang swallowed back all the words at her lips.
She understood what the Old Madam needed the great-aunt for.
No one would trouble their own daughter for an irrelevant person.
Lanzhi went off to deliver the ssage.
Mrs. Wang said no more.
Thinking of the thing she forgot to ntion, Mrs. Wang grew absent-minded.
Seeing this, Hongxiu said, "Mrs. Wang, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing, I just left sothing with the Heir’s wife," Mrs. Wang replied.
"What did you leave? I’ll fetch it for you."
"No need, I’ll go myself. You take good care of the Old Madam, I’ll be right back."
Mrs. Wang stepped out the door.
Inside the Agarwood Pavilion.
Su Jin was sowhat weary, reclining on a small couch, ready for a nap.
A little maid ca in and said, "Heir’s wife, Mrs. Wang is back again."
Su Jin was a little bewildered.
After all, the image of Mrs. Wang fleeing in fear still lingered in her mind.
Returning so soon, could she have thought it over?
"Let her in," Su Jin said.
Mrs. Wang walked in.
Xingxing stood far away.
Afraid that if she spoke, she might scare Mrs. Wang again.
Su Jin looked at Mrs. Wang and smiled, "Mrs. Wang, why have you co back? Not afraid anymore?"
Mrs. Wang looked embarrassed, "The Heir’s wife is kind-hearted. If she truly ant harm to this servant, how could I be standing here?"
"This servant ca back because I forgot to ntion sothing."
"What is it?" Su Jin was curious about what could be important enough for her to overco her fear and return.
Hongxiu was her confidante, and it wouldn’t be a big deal to have Hongxiu run an errand for whatever needed to be said.
Mrs. Wang looked at Su Jin, "Has the Heir’s wife worn the clothes made by the embroidery room?"
Su Jin frowned slightly.
"Is there sothing wrong with the clothes?" she asked.
"This servant doesn’t know either, but two days ago, the Old Madam called in the embroidery room manager," Mrs. Wang replied.
She called in the embroidery room manager and then sent her away.
At that ti, Hongxiu wasn’t around, and she didn’t dare casually order any other maid to eavesdrop.
This morning, the Old Madam was particularly concerned about the Heir’s wife’s attire, leading Mrs. Wang to suspect that the Old Madam had the embroidery room manager make alterations to the Heir’s wife’s clothes.
But it seems the Heir’s wife hadn’t worn them.
Seeing the concern from Mrs. Wang, Su Jin said, "I had the maid wash the clothes."
Mrs. Wang felt sowhat relieved, bowed, and left.
After Mrs. Wang left, Xingxing approached and said, "Everyone in the house knows Miss can practice dicine, so they probably wouldn’t poison you. Could it be to make you embarrassingly lose face in public?"
Thinking of Su Chong’s shoe that ripped today.
Su Jin’s lips twitched uncontrollably.
Fortunately, she didn’t wear it, or else the Emperor might have rewarded her with dozens of gowns in public.
To verify her suspicion, Xingxing ran off to find the maid and grab the dress.
The sun was strong, and the washed dress had long since dried.
Xingxing pulled and tugged, "It’s sewn very sturdily."
To withstand Xingxing’s tugging, Su Jin had no doubt about the dress’s sturdiness.
She sniffed at it, the dress had only the scent of soap and the sun’s exposure.
Su Jin looked at the dress in a daze.
If the Old Madam really was the biological mother of the Elder Yong Cheng.
The Heir of Uncle Yongcheng died at her and Xie Jingchen’s hands.
The Old Madam must certainly have wanted to kill her.
She thought it couldn’t just be about making her embarrass herself in public.
Sadly, the dress was washed too cleanly, leaving no evidence.
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