Yang Chunxiao ignored Wang Dujuan's murderous gaze and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve. On it was a prescription for medicine for the old lady.

"Every time I went to get medicine, I took it according to the instructions on the label. Every time, she specifically reminded me that the prescription must include Aconitum kusnezoffii and that it must be included every time when decocting the medicine. If I disobeyed in the slightest, I would be beaten and insulted."

As she spoke, she pulled up her sleeves, revealing a series of bruises and purple marks in front of everyone. Yang Chunxiao was beaten every day, with new wounds piled on top of old ones, and there was not a single healthy spot on her arms.

Everyone in the village knew that Wang Dujuan only loved Yang Yaoguang and Yang Chunxue. There were many girls who grew up in the village who were not favored. Most of them were treated coldly, and the few who did were only hit from time to time. Even so, they felt that life was difficult.

Not to mention having to endure such abuse every day, what hope is there in life?

Aunt Xiang pulled down Yang Chunxiao's sleeve to cover him with concern, and then pulled him behind her, fearing that Wang Dujuan would suddenly explode and vent her anger on her again.

"I didn't dare disobey her, but I also couldn't bear to see grandma suffer like this. So every day when I boiled the medicine, I secretly took out the Aconitum and buried it under the roots of a tree outside the yard to avoid being discovered. Not only that..."

Yang Chunxiao's words were so moving that she couldn't help but shed tears. She pointed at Wang Dujuan and choked up, saying, "She couldn't get any advantage from Donghu, and couldn't bear to see him have such a good life, so she set her sights on Grandma. She even thought of poisoning her to end it all and get rid of Grandma, who was a burden. She had the poison hidden in her arms. If it weren't for what happened today, I'm afraid Grandma wouldn't have lived long."

"No, she lied. I didn't. I didn't buy poison, and I never thought of giving the old lady poison. She lied. She slandered her own mother with empty words. She deserves to be thrown into the pig cage."

Wang Dujuan shook her head repeatedly, her hands waving in fear. It was already difficult for her to deny the matter of Aconitum carmichaelii. If she insisted on covering it up, she could just bite it to death and deny it, and say that she didn't know it was poisonous.

Anyway, the prescriptions were all written by the doctor, and a little more or less in dosage is not enough to be charged with intentional murder. At most, it is improper care, and a few words of scolding can get away with it.

Wang Dujuan was unaware of the poison. She would never dare to commit such a serious crime, so when Yang Chunxue said he wanted to poison her grandmother, Wang Dujuan just heard it and kept it in mind, but had not put it into action.

"I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, you can search. The Aconitum is still buried in the ground outside the courtyard. I absolutely dare not make any slanderous remarks. I ask the village head and fellow villagers to make the decision."

Poisoning is a taboo in any village. Such vicious things are rarely heard in the quiet village. Yang Wencai's face is solemn. After this incident, he knows that Wang Dujuan must be involved. Now that so many people are watching, it is impossible to hide it.

He ordered two women to hold Wang Dujuan down and said to Aunt Xiang in a deep voice, "Search her to see if she has any poison."

Then he said to one of the men gathered outside: "Go dig where Chunxiao said and see if you can dig anything out. Bring it here and show it to the old doctor when he comes."

The man had just returned from the fields. He received an order and, without even putting down his hoe, was led by Yang Chunxiao to the big tree outside the yard.

Yang Chunxiao dug it out with his bare hands, so it was not buried very deep. It only took him three or two strokes to dig out the Aconitum wrapped in rag from the ground.

When the man handed the thing to Yang Wencai, his face was already very long. Until Aunt Xiang found the poison from Wang Dujuan's arms, he was so angry that he wanted to walk away and never care about this mess again.

Yang Wencai took a deep breath, his tone revealing his disappointment: "Do you have anything else to say?"

Wang Dujuan sat on the ground in a daze, muttering to herself: "No, it's impossible. This is not mine. It's not mine. I didn't mean to poison you. I really didn't."

No one present believed her. They were all afraid of getting into trouble and unconsciously distanced themselves from Wang Dujuan.

Just when the atmosphere was tense, the person who had gone to ask for the old doctor arrived late with Yang Dali.

Yang Dali was working in the fields. He knew that he would have little time to rest when he came back at noon, so he simply found a big tree to hide under to keep cool, and ate the dry steamed buns he brought in the morning with cold water.

Knowing that something had happened in his family again, Yang Dali's anger that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burned out his rationality. He rushed back home angrily, but before he even entered the house, he heard people talking about poisoning.

These words immediately reduced Yang Dali's anger by half. Poisoning was a serious matter. He was even afraid to step into the house before he understood the situation.

It was only after the old doctor who arrived later urged him that he went in with the others.

When the old doctor came in, no one was willing to be polite and ask him to sit down and have a cup of tea to rest his feet. Yang Wencai hurriedly handed the things to him and asked him to help identify what they were.

The old doctor had been treating patients for over half his life, and he knew at a glance that the black substance was Aconitum. But the powder he found in Wang Dujuan's arms, the old doctor sniffed again and again, and after a long while, he slowly said, "It's Strychnos nux vomica."

Yang Wencai quickly asked, "Is it poisonous?"

Seeing the old doctor nod slowly, Yang Wencai's half-hearted heart finally died down. He asked about Aconitum carmichaelii again, and the answer he got was exactly the same as what Yang Chunxiao said.

Yang Wencai snorted coldly: "Okay, okay, really good, Wang Dujuan, what else do you have to say!"

Wang Dujuan slumped on the ground, not understanding why there was a bag of medicine powder in her arms. In her current situation, she couldn't explain it even if she had mouths all over her body.

Yang Dali saw his son tied to the ground and his daughter-in-law mumbling something incoherently. He quickly asked, "What's going on?"

"How dare you ask!" Yang Wencai glared at him and then told him everything.

Yang Dali didn't expect that such a big change would suddenly happen at home when he was only away for noon. He stood there in a daze for a while, speechless.

"Since we've already checked, it's definitely poison, and it was found on her. She can't escape responsibility for this. Poisoning is no different than anything else. If the village chief can't handle this, then report it directly to the authorities."

Yang Donghu didn't want anyone to suppress this matter. He had finally caught Wang Dujuan, and it would be difficult to catch her if he let her get away with it.

Yang Wencai couldn't say no to reporting the case to the police. After all, there were witnesses and evidence, and human lives were at stake. If he was not careful, he would be implicated as well.

Just when everyone thought they should call the government officials, Yang Dali suddenly interrupted, "You can't report it to the government."