“The few of you can discuss the matters in the city. If you really can’t decide, you can look for me. As for His Highness…”
Song Jingchen turned to look at Doctor Fang and cupped his hands. “He’s in your hands, Doctor Fang.”
“You flatter me. I’ll do my best.” Doctor Fang waved his hand repeatedly and took a few steps away in fear, not daring to accept Song Jingchen’s bow. Others might not know who this person was, but how could he not know?
He was only left with his old bones now. He was really afraid that his lifespan would be shortened. After all, even His Highness was very respectful to this person and never dared to speak nonsense.
No one could help by staying here. The generals quickly bade farewell and left. Manager Wan followed them out of the residence.
Doctor Fang went forward and checked Shangguan Han’s pulse again. His pulse was exactly the same as before. At the very least, it meant that Shangguan Han’s life was not in danger for the time being.
He hesitated for a moment and said, “Young Master Shenzhi, I want to take some of His Highness’s blood back and see if I can concoct an antidote.”
Song Jingchen glanced at Yan Tai, who immediately went to prepare.
Without needing Doctor Fang to do anything, Yan Tai made a cut on Shangguan Han’s wrist and collected a small cup of blood.
Doctor Fang quickly took it and bandaged Shangguan Han before leaving.
Only Song Jingchen, Shen Yijia, and Yan Tai were left in the room.
Song Jingchen went forward and checked Shangguan Han’s breathing. Although it was very light, it was still there.
“Young Master, our lord…” Yan Tai said worriedly.
Song Jingchen frowned and looked at Yan Tai. “Did he eat after I left yesterday?”
When Yan Tai thought of yesterday, he looked at Shen Yijia with a complicated expression. This madam was too ferocious.
He could see clearly from the door, so he remembered it clearly.
Just as he was about to shake his head and say no, a thought suddenly flashed across his mind. He hurriedly said, “After you left yesterday, I poured a cup of tea for His Highness to rinse his mouth.”
Afterwards, His Highness kept complaining about his stomachache, so I helped him back to his room to rest.
“It wasn’t until this morning that I saw that His Highness didn’t get up for a long time and went in to call him. Who knew that he wouldn’t wake up?”
As he spoke, Yan Tai’s eyes turned red again. Why was his lord’s life so bitter? This year, he made up for all the hardships he had not suffered for the past fifteen years.
Song Jingchen rubbed his forehead. “Is the tea still there?”
“No… but His Highness accidentally spilled tea on his robes. I didn’t have time to take off those clothes and wash them for him.” Without waiting for Song Jingchen’s instructions, Yan Tai ran out and soon came in with a robe.
Song Jingchen took it and took a look. It was indeed what Shangguan Han had worn yesterday.
He tore off the tea-stained cloth and threw the clothes back at Yan Tai. “Burn it right now.”
Yan Tai quickly obeyed.
After returning to the courtyard, Shen Yijia thought that Song Jingchen would immediately call Mo Yuan over to check if the tea stain on the cloth was the poison of the Daylily Powder.
Unexpectedly, he took out a match and burned it.
Then, he picked up the book and read it as if nothing had happened.
Shen Yijia scratched her head, feeling that her mind was filled with mush. She could not understand what he meant.
She only knew that it was impossible for Song Jingchen not to care about Shangguan Han’s life. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have rushed to Xunyang.
Was he pretending to be calm because he didn’t want her to worry?
“Hubby, have some tea.” Shen Yijia poured a cup of tea and handed it over, looking at his expression carefully.
Song Jingchen glanced at her, took the teacup, and took a sip. He placed the teacup aside and continued reading.
Shen Yijia was speechless.
Very good, this was indeed Song Jingchen.
She turned to look at the old woman who was sweeping outside. As if nothing had happened, she picked up the feather duster and began to sweep the dust around the room.
From the corner to the table, she arrived at Song Jingchen’s side.
“Lift your legs.”
“Yes, your hand. Hands up, too.”
“Ass. Move your ass. There’s dust on the stool.”
Seeing Shen Yijia pat him everywhere with a feather duster, Song Jingchen’s forehead throbbed. He suspected that this girl really wanted to sweep him away.
Shen Yijia had been secretly paying attention to Song Jingchen’s reaction from the corner of her eye. Seeing that he didn’t look stiff at all, she heaved a sigh of relief.
Da Hua said that she couldn’t hold it in alone when she was in a bad mood. She had to vent it out. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to deal with it.
“Why is there so much dust in this house? The old maids must have been slacking off. We have to talk about them later.” Shen Yijia waved the feather duster in a disorderly manner and kept muttering.
The corners of Song Jingchen’s mouth twitched. He reached out to block the feathers that were about to hit his face.
He grabbed Shen Yijia’s hand and snatched the feather duster from her hand with his other hand. He pulled her into his arms. “Just say what you want to say.”
Shen Yijia shifted her butt and found a comfortable position to sit down. Then, she forced a smile at Song Jingchen. “Actually, I can…”
“No need.” Before Shen Yijia could finish, Song Jingchen interrupted her. He stared into her eyes and said word by word, “There’s no antidote for the Daylily Powder.”
It was already unusual for long-lost poisons to suddenly appear frequently in Xunyang.
Moreover, the young lady that Mo Yuan mentioned was obviously not an ordinary person. She was actually willing to teach her how to make poison. She must have trusted her. If there was a cure for this poison, she would have taught her how to detoxify it.
Since the lady did not teach her, it meant that the antidote for this poison might not exist at all.
The person who used this poison must have thought the same. If this girl really cured this poison, she would probably attract that person’s attention.
He did not even know who the other party was or what power he had. How could he let Shen Yijia take the risk?
Besides…
Song Jingchen smiled mockingly.
Shen Yijia didn’t know what Song Jingchen was thinking. She puffed up her cheeks and wanted to refute.
At this moment, Mo Yuan, who was dressed in men’s clothes, walked in. When she saw her young lady sitting on her husband’s lap, she was still calm.
She cupped her fists at Song Jingchen and said expressionlessly, “Young master, the blood in Doctor Fang’s hands has been replaced.”
Song Jingchen nodded to indicate that he understood. Mo Yuan turned around and left without a word.
Shen Yijia was confused.
Good lord.
Previously, Mo Yuan didn’t even want to monitor someone for Song Jingchen without Shen Yijia’s permission.
Now, the two of them had started collaborating behind her back.
Most importantly, she did not understand what the two of them were saying.
“What blood? Shangguan Han’s? How are you going to develop an antidote if you get Mo Yuan to exchange the blood that Doctor Fang has?” With Song Jingchen around, Shen Yijia had always asked questions if she didn’t understand.
After all, with such a thinker by her side, why would she waste her time thinking about those things? It was not something she could understand.
Song Jingchen looked at her confused expression and found it funny. He pressed her body down and whispered something in her ear.
Shen Yijia first felt her ears itch and wanted to laugh. When she heard what Song Jingchen said, her eyes widened in disbelief.
Shangguan Han was poisoned by her beautiful husband.
