Qiao Lian'er calculated that Wu Qingjin's matter would be resolved within half a month.

Boss Zuo's quarrying team rode fast horses, and the round trip took more than a month, which was more than enough.

She planned to stay there for a while longer.

That's the real world. As long as it's real life, the flow of time is the same. It's not the same as Qiao Zhizhi painting in a space.

Qiao Zhizhi's oil painting class proceeded smoothly every day, and after a few more days, Wu Qingjin finally confirmed the candidate.

She and Murong Shu rode together in a carriage to their destination.

"So there was another reason for the death of the Zhao family patriarch. What a filial son and grandson, killing even his own grandfather," Murong Shu said.

"After all, he was a son born out of wedlock, but he was the eldest son. His mother didn't give birth for ten years after his birth, so he received favor and attention. He thought his life was secure and he would inherit the title. Who knew that his mother, who had been so steadfast, would suddenly give birth to a son? A few years later, the son showed great intelligence. All the eyes of the Zhao family were focused on the newly born legitimate son. Naturally, the eldest son of the Zhao family felt unbalanced." Wu Qingjin smiled and said, "If we had more people like that, we could just pick one and use it. How convenient would that be?"

Murong Shu continued, "Why kill the grandfather? Because Old Master Zhao strictly requires the eldest son to inherit the title, but Young Master Zhao's father, Master Zhao, mentioned that only the virtuous should be appointed, giving Young Master Zhao a glimmer of hope."

"Once we find the person and expose this matter, I don't know how panicked Young Master Zhao will be. Once his deeds are exposed, not only will there be no hope, but he himself will probably be executed by family law."

As Wu Qingjin spoke, she tried to pull back the curtains, but found that she couldn't lift her hand at all. She tried a couple more times, but it still wouldn't obey her.

The same thing happened with the other hand.

His hands felt as if they were filled with iron and lead, heavy and clumsy.

A strong sense of foreboding welled up in Wu Qingjin's heart.

She had taken the medicine prescribed by the doctor, which had stopped the condition, and she thought things would get better. She didn't expect it to suddenly get so serious today.

"Shushu, I can't move my hand. I really can't move it at all now." Wu Qingjin's face showed horror.

These hands now give her a feeling of lifelessness, as if they have no strength at all.

"That can't be right. Didn't you say it was almost all settled a couple of days ago?"

Murong Shu quickly checked Wu Qingjin's hands and found that they were as hard as iron, hanging down heavily without any strength to lift them.

"Qingjin, it seems to be much more serious." Murong Shu was also taken aback.

She pinched Wu Qingjin's hand, and Wu Qingjin immediately cried out, "Ouch, that hurts!"

It will react to pain, but it just can't move.

"Should we still go to the Zhao family?" Murong Shu asked. "Or should we go back to see the doctor first?"

"Go back, go back quickly, of course my health is more important." Wu Qingjin's voice was filled with fear.

On her way back home, she tried several more times, but to no avail.

Upon arriving at the manor, he immediately summoned the physician, whose expression changed upon examining the patient.

Not only was she unable to move, but the skin on Wu Qingjin's hands was also faintly bluish-purple, swollen, and had a faint putrid smell.

The physician examined the case repeatedly, growing increasingly alarmed, his face grave.