He was much more presentable and likable than Yi Shuihan.

Yao Guangmao was thrilled just thinking about the prospect of Yi Shuihan being adorned with a green meadow.

He straightened his back, opened his fan with a "whoosh," and recited as he waved it: "The reeds are green, the dew is white as frost, the one I long for is in front of me."

Xiao Qingyin: "?"

Where did this idiot come from?

She ignored him completely and looked only at Xiao Qingrong: "What are you doing here? Is your throat better?"

Stung by her words, Xiao Qingrong forced a smile and asked, "Sister, what brings the Imperial Concubine to the palace?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

Xiao Qingyin stared at her intently.

Xiao Qingrong's eyes flickered.

"The younger sister was just concerned about her older sister."

Xiao Qingyin immediately realized that she had a role to play in this matter.

She hasn't even settled accounts with Ning for the medical treatment, and now she's starting to cause trouble again?

It seems they need to be taught a lesson.

She stepped forward, patted Xiao Qingrong on the shoulder, and smiled, "Thank you then, my dear sister."

Xiao Qingrong felt as if she had been pricked by a needle in her shoulder, but the pain disappeared instantly, so she thought it was just her imagination.

Until that night, I suddenly felt itchy and painful all over my body.

She scratched herself all night in a daze, and when she looked in the mirror the next day, she was so frightened that she smashed the bronze mirror.

"It's her! It must be her!"

Xiao Qingrong donned a veil and rushed to the Begonia Garden.

"You bitch! Give me the antidote!"

However, the Begonia Garden was deserted.

...

Xiao Qingyin was invited to Princess Zhaoyang's residence early in the morning.

"Miss Xiao, my mother has fallen ill again. Could you please take a look?"