Chapter 118 The Poisoner

Jiang Qiyun was so angry that he laughed. Looking at Qiao Wanyan's serious expression, he was so angry that he couldn't even curse.

Why is this mouth so poisonous?

Took arsenic?

"Are you serious?"

Qiao Wanyan couldn't be more serious, "Who is kidding you? Do you want to go back on your word?!"

Jiang Qiyun let out a long sigh, seeming to find it funny and a little angry.

“Okay.” He stretched out the last syllable and raised his right hand to the air and swore, “If I don’t keep my word, I will die a miserable death, be struck by lightning, be deserted by my friends and relatives, be infected with a serious disease, my family will be ruined, my soul will be scattered, I will be cut into pieces, and I will never be able to recover. After I die, I will go to the eighteen levels of hell and suffer endless torture.”

Qiao Wanyan was satisfied and smiled, "Okay, then I'll trust you this time, and you must not let me down. As for the remaining two requests, let's talk about them another day. I can't think of any right now."

She paused and asked, "When will you give it to me?"

Jiang Qiyun felt that she was really impatient at the moment. "The craftsman has to dye the stamens on the day of the Flower Festival every year. I asked him to do it earlier, but for the sake of good luck and the sense of ritual of the final work, the craftsman estimated that it must be finished on the morning of the Flower Festival at the earliest. I will send it to you as soon as the craftsman finishes it. Don't be impatient."

Qiao Wanyan nodded, "Well, then you can go."

Jiang Qiyun was so upset that Qiao Wanyan said, "By the way, pay for the tea."

The East Palace

After Jingyuan returned, he reported to the prince that Yunyao had been taken away by the second lady of the Qiao family.

"Your Highness, I heard that Miss Yun delayed Prince Jing's capture of the remnants of the previous dynasty a few days ago, and was imprisoned in the Ministry of Justice by Prince Jing. Second Miss Qiao went to the Ministry of Justice to retrieve her, but the Ministry of Justice did not release her, so Second Miss Qiao went to Prince Jing's mansion again."

He Zhiyu paused what he was doing, and his cold and noble face was tinged with a dark color.

"He hated Wan Yan for abandoning him. Yun Yao most likely suffered during his time in the Ministry of Justice."

Jing Yuan said: "No, Miss Yun was released the next day. I heard that Miss Qiao accidentally blew up the kitchen of Prince Jing's mansion, but Prince Jing did not pursue the matter and let her go."

He Zhiyu raised his eyes to look at him, and Jing Yuan shuddered inexplicably, "Your Highness, what, what's wrong?"

He Zhiyu said in a deep voice: "Why are you telling me such a useless thing? Are you too idle?"

Jing Yuan: “.........”

"Get out!" He Zhiyu said impatiently.

Jing Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness, I still have something to report."

He Zhiyu put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand and looked at him. That gloomy gaze seemed to indicate that if Jing Yuan didn't say anything important, he would have to leave the study sideways today.

Jing Yuan was under pressure: "I have already investigated what Your Highness told me before. Miss Qiao suddenly had diarrhea because she took the refined croton and rhubarb."

He Zhiyu understood, it was indeed the case.

"Who put it down?"

Jing Yuan said truthfully: "Xiaoying."

He Zhiyu's face changed slightly. Although this maid beside Yihuan was a little rude and outspoken, she was wholeheartedly thinking about Yihuan and was willing to do anything for Yihuan.

There was no way she would give Yihuan such a thing, especially at the palace banquet for the emperor's birthday.

Jing Yuan said: "But Xiaoying sent a bowl of Tremella soup to the Second Miss on the morning of the Wanshou Festival. I don't know whether the Second Miss ate it or not."

Although the East Palace secret guards are all experts among experts, it is not easy to get information in a place like the Shangshu Mansion.

He Zhiyu lowered his eyes, and his long crow-feather eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes.

Xiaoying had always been disrespectful to Wanyan, so she wouldn't send her a bowl of Tremella soup for no reason. And it was on the morning of Wanshou Festival.

As expected, that bowl of Tremella soup should have been added with croton and rhubarb.

But from what happened later, it should be Yihuan who ate the bowl of Tremella soup.

He Zhiyu rubbed his fingertips and frowned slightly.

It was Wanyan who knew that something had been added to the bowl of Tremella soup and passed it to Yihuan, which caused Yihuan to suffer from diarrhea in public and lose face.

"By the way, Your Highness, I saw the young marquis at the gate of the government office. The young marquis seemed to have wanted to talk to Miss Qiao alone, but Miss Qiao probably never gave him the chance."

He Zhiyu nodded slightly, "Got it, you can go down."

Jiang Qiyun was a playful person, so there was a high probability that they had just had an argument, and nothing serious would happen.

For nearly half a month, Qiao Wanyan became the object of pursuit for the noble ladies in the capital.

From time to time, I would go out with others to visit shops and have tea, or participate in banquets to play Cuju. Life was comfortable, simple and free.

As for Qiao Yihuan, ever since he fainted in the ancestral hall that day, he has locked himself in Mingxiang Pavilion and refused to come out.

Even her personal maid Xiaoying did not dare to go in. She just stood guard at the door, feeling worried but unable to do anything.

She also went to the East Palace to find the prince these few days, hoping to ask the prince to persuade and comfort the young lady.

But the prince has been too busy recently, and the court affairs are so busy that she hasn't even seen him.

She had never even met Jing Yuan, the Crown Prince's personal bodyguard.

Xiaoying sighed heavily outside the door. When it was time for dinner, she put the dinner in the food box and returned to Mingxiang Pavilion. She slowly placed the two dishes on the table and walked to the bed.

"Miss, it's time for dinner. You've eaten too little these days, and your body can't handle it."

The person on the bed still didn't respond. Xiaoying sighed and said, "Miss, His Highness has been too busy these days. Can I ask the Crown Prince to come over later?"

Qiao Yihuan still didn't respond.

Xiaoying was silent for a moment, but in the end she didn't say anything else and turned to leave. But just as she was about to reach the door, she heard the person on the bed calling her.

"Xiaoying."

Xiaoying immediately trotted back, "Miss, you are finally willing to talk to me."

Qiao Yihuan sat up, his face pale and somewhat sickly, "How much money do I have in my personal account?"

Xiaoying was a little surprised that she would suddenly ask this, "There are still twenty-one taels."

Qiao Yihuan paused and said, "Use this money to buy food. Buy food in the amount of money you have in your account."

Xiaoying was very confused, "Why? Miss, we have no shortage of food in the mansion. Although the food is definitely not as good as that in Yongning Pavilion, we don't have to buy food ourselves."

"No reason, just do it."

Xiaoying didn't understand at all, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just agreed and went to do it.

Qiao Yihuan sat on the bed, looking sadly at the ray of light that shone through the window onto the ground.

If you keep locking yourself up like this, you will really have nothing.

If you can't rely on others, you can only rely on yourself.