When Yu Qianqian fell seriously ill, the entire Imperial Hospital was mobilized. They worked from night until the next morning, and then it was night again. Two whole days and nights passed like this, and she finally woke up at noon on the third day.

Today, Yu Qianqian wore a plain white long dress, her waist-length hair was simply tied up with a jade hairpin, and she did not deliberately decorate her makeup. She had just recovered from a serious illness and looked pale.

Supported by her personal maid Xiangxing, Yu Qianqian took two steps forward, but suddenly her legs went weak and she crashed into the table, causing the four-legged purple-gold incense burner to fall heavily to the ground.

"Thud!" Caught off guard, Yu Qianqian stumbled and fell to the ground, looking disheveled and weak. Her jade hairpin fell to the ground with a thud, and her hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

She tried to get up, but she had no strength left in her body, as if her stiff limbs didn't belong to her at all.

Seeing this, the palace maids who were standing by rushed over to her, vying to help her up while asking her all at once, "Oh! Your Highness, are you alright anywhere?"

"How is Your Majesty feeling? Should we summon the imperial physician?"

"..."

Yu Qianqian was immediately annoyed by the noise and, in a fit of rage, he hissed, "Shut up! All of you, get out!"

That angry shout was filled with a ferocious rage, almost indistinguishable from the roar of a wild beast.

After everyone present had vanished in an instant, Yu Qianqian used her fingernails to dig at the ground, expending a great deal of energy to finally stagger to her feet.

In this sudden situation, even she herself was unsure whether her sudden weakness was due to her recent miscarriage or some other reason.

As she stood up, she glanced down and saw incense ash scattered on the ground from the fallen incense burner, along with some unburnt flowers.

Yu Qianqian snapped to attention, her gaze fixed on the messy ground. She picked up a purple petal and held it in her palm, pondering it carefully.

She still remembered Su Yu telling her before that this plant was only produced in Jianglan Kingdom and was extremely rare in other places. It was called Yaolan. After extracting this flower, it had a very strong calming effect. However, if it was taken with other medicines for a long time, it could become a deadly poison if one was not careful.

"Jiang Lan Kingdom, Yao Lan, Yao Lan..." Yu Qianqian held the withered flowers in her hand, repeating the name softly over and over again, as if she had lost her mind.

It seems that the person who knows the medicinal properties of this substance and can cleverly combine it with other spices is the one who, without anyone knowing, turns it into a deadly poison that takes her life.

By deducing step by step from this, he quickly connected the dots to the person who had exposed his identity and caused him to teeter on the brink of life and death several times. This person could only be Su Ruan, at least for now.

Thinking of this, Yu Qianqian could no longer control her rage. In a fit of anger, she raised the purple-gold incense burner above her head and threw it out of the main hall without thinking.

However, due to exerting too much force, she also stumbled and fell to the ground.

She was furious, hating herself for always being slow to realize things and giving that vicious Su Ruan the opportunity to harm her time and time again.

But she didn't cry. From beginning to end, not a single tear fell from her scarlet, furious eyes. Even if she was crippled like this for the rest of her life, she would never allow Su Ruan to be any better off than herself!