Marquis Changxing calmed down at this point. He quietly dismissed the maids and servants who had not signed the death contract and resolved to investigate the matter thoroughly.

To find out the truth, we must determine whether the red bean pastry was laced with a laxative or arsenic. Furthermore, he doesn't have many maids and servants in his courtyard, and most of them are long-time employees who are basically his confidants. Therefore, without collusion from people in his courtyard, Chuanyi wouldn't have been able to tamper with his food. It seems that someone has already become disloyal.

"Zhang Yuan, go and invite Physician Hu. Tell him I'm not feeling well and ask him to come and take a look."

If word got out that his grandson had drugged him, the Changxing Marquis's mansion would become a laughingstock in the capital. Physician Hu was on good terms with him and could keep this secret.

Zhang Yuan, the old servant, knew the gravity of the situation and quickly withdrew to fetch someone.

When Chuanhai realized his old man was serious, his heart skipped a beat. If it were just laxatives, he could say a few nice words, and given how much his father doted on his youngest son, he'd at most send him to the estate for a few years, and bring him back afterward for a promising future. But... what if it was poison...? It would surely break his father's heart, and his youngest son would likely never amount to anything again.

On the surface, the Changxing Marquis's residence was calm and peaceful that night, but everyone could feel the tense atmosphere in the air, especially in the Changxing Marquis's courtyard, where the entire courtyard was surrounded by servants who had signed death contracts, and not even a fly could get out.

Chuanwen's family was arranged to rest in a courtyard. Chuanwen lay lazily on a grand chair by the window, enjoying the breeze and digesting his food. He smelled the faint fragrance of osmanthus carried in by the wind, but his eyebrows were furrowed in confusion.

[Something's not right here. According to the plot, a major event did happen at the Marquis of Changxing's residence tonight, and our family was one of the key figures in that event. We should be standing in front of the Marquis of Changxing's corpse, being pointed at and cursed by everyone. Why do we feel like we've become marginalized?]

Chuanrui, who was happily stuffing antiques into his pocket, laughed even harder. It was all because his cheapskate father had heard his daughter's thoughts; otherwise, his family would definitely be in deep trouble by now.