Wei Peng, with his dark, chubby hands, grabbed a piece of braised pork knuckle and wolfed it down.

The past few months at the Wei family's house have been difficult. For the past month, both mother and son have been the same: they can eat meat but not vegetables, and they can drink goat milk but not water. They have grown increasingly dark and chubby, and their bellies have become as big as balls at such a young age.

But Song Xiuer didn't take it seriously and kept feeding the child whatever he wanted.

Chu Yuan watched coldly, too lazy to say another word.

Suddenly, Wei Peng seemed to be choked, his cheeks flushed red, his eyes rolled back, and he spat out the pork knuckle he was biting.

"Mother..." she cried out, and then collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Everyone at the table was shocked and didn't understand what had happened!

Chu Yuan stood up, feigning concern: "Elder sister, what's wrong with Peng'er?"

Song Xiuer's eyes widened in horror. She rushed forward and hugged her son tightly, crying, "Peng'er, Peng'er, what's wrong?"

"Mother... my stomach hurts so much..." Wei Peng arched his body in pain, his face contorted, and blood gradually seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Lan Yue screamed, "Ah... Brother Peng, could he have been poisoned?"

Upon hearing the words "poisoning" and seeing blood gushing from her son's mouth, Song Xiuer's face changed drastically. She cried out in alarm, "Doctor! Call a doctor quickly! If anything happens to my son, I'll make you all pay with your lives!"

Chu Yuan asked softly, puzzled, "Wait a minute, elder sister, didn't you arrange this meal? How could it be poisoned? Could it be that you wanted to poison us but accidentally put the wrong dishes on the wrong plates, which is why Peng-ge'er got poisoned?"

At this moment, Song Xiuer was already flustered, confused, fearful, and terrified. Provoked by Chu Yuan, she roared at Chu Yuan like a madwoman, "I know, I know, it must be you who poisoned my son!"

Chu Yuan found it amusing. "This dish was prepared by my elder sister herself, and the servants are not allowed to get close to it. How could I possibly poison it?"

"Mother... I'm in so much pain, please save me..." Wei Peng's mouth was filled with more and more blood, his face was deathly pale, and he pleaded desperately.

Song Xiuer was thrown into a panic and blurted out, "It was you! It was definitely you! I clearly put the poison in the steamed egg custard myself, so how come your son is fine after eating it, but Peng'er was poisoned? It must have been you!"

Chu Yuan's eyes instantly turned cold. "What did you say? Say it again!"

When Song Xiuer came to her senses, she realized that she had let something slip in her panic. She trembled violently and tried to argue, but when she met Song Tangyin's hateful and cannibalistic expression, she went limp and fell to the ground.

Tears streamed down her face. "No, no, Peng'er, Mother didn't mean it! Mother didn't want to kill you!"