Inside the carriage, Jiang Bai still had many doubts. Zhao Yi was never one to break his promises, especially not to himself.

What happened today?

Jiang Bai felt somewhat uneasy.

However, she quickly suppressed her emotions and simply urged the driver to go faster.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Jiang Bai asked the maid, "Is the master at home?"

The maidservant bowed and said, "Madam, Master has not gone out."

Jiang Bai frowned slightly: "Okay, I understand."

She continued towards Qingfeng Garden, and as soon as she reached the entrance, a large crowd gathered there.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Bai immediately pushed through the crowd and went inside. He saw Linglong lying on the ground, clutching her stomach, with blood flowing between her legs.

Jiang Bai gasped and sighed inwardly.

No one dared to help her up, because the person who caused all of this was the master.

At this moment, Zhao Yi sat in a chair in the room, trying his best to suppress his agitation, with veins bulging on his forehead.

He fought the effects of the drug with reason, barely able to speak.

He had used tremendous force and reason to push Linglong away.

That despicable woman!

Zhao Yi gritted his teeth, but the moment he saw Jiang Bai, all his defenses crumbled, and the blood in his body seemed to surge upwards.

He rushed forward, closed the door, grabbed Jiang Bai, and kissed her.

Jiang Bai was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

This kiss from Zhao Yi was more domineering than ever before.

Jiang Bai noticed the smell of alcohol and medicine on him.

Zhao Yi's hands roamed over Jiang Bai's body, and soon he took off his clothes.

Normally, Jiang Bai wouldn't have pushed him away, but there was another woman outside to deal with.

Zhao Yi carried the person to the bed, leaned down, and Jiang Bai softly called out, "Zhao Yi."

Zhao Yi buried his head in her neck and groaned, "Bai'er, I feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Bai patted his back and took out the spiritual spring from his spatial storage. Zhao Yi wasn't fully conscious, so he didn't notice Jiang Bai's actions.

"Please step aside, I'll help you counteract the effects of the drug."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi finally managed to turn over. Seeing this, Jiang Bai immediately put on a robe, poured the spiritual spring water into a teacup, and handed it to Zhao Yi: "Drink this."

Without saying a word, Zhao Yi drank it all in one gulp. After a short while, his heavy breathing gradually became smoother, and the flush on his face and the heat in his body subsided.

His face turned ashen.

Jiang Bai knew that Zhao Yi was angry, very angry.

It could be said that Jiang Bai had never seen Zhao Yi with such an expression since she met him.

Jiang Bai patted his head: "It's okay."

"Bai'er, the woman outside needs to be dealt with."

The two tidied themselves up and opened the door.

Zhao Fu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming coldly as he stared at Linglong, who was lying on the ground clutching her stomach.

"Linglong, how dare you drug me!"

Linglong was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, only tears streaming down her face. She managed to utter two words: "Save...me."

Jiang Bai glanced at Zhao Yi, then at Linglong.

Finally, he stepped forward and helped the person up, saying, "Someone, take her back to the courtyard."

The Mother Goddess herself took his pulse.

Inside the exquisite room, Zhao Yi, the old lady, Jiang Bai, and Cui'er were all present.

In addition, there was a doctor.

The room was filled with a strong stench of blood, which was only slightly relieved when the maids opened the windows.

Cui'er trembled, staring at the Zhao family members without daring to look up.

Jiang Bai had just taken Linglong's pulse and found that she was already one month pregnant.

Linglong had previously tried to use aphrodisiacs to seduce Zhao Yi into bed, but Zhao Yi discovered her attempt and accidentally pushed her down, causing her to miscarry.

The old lady gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, her eyes filled with disappointment, shock, and anger.

"Cui'er, tell the truth, does this medicine belong to your master?!"

Jiang Bai shouted sharply.

Cui'er trembled slightly: "No...no."

Jiang Bai sneered: "No? If I were to do a quick check at any pharmacy in the capital, I could find out within a day whether it was your young lady who bought it!"

Cui'er's pupils dilated slightly; this medicine was the one she had gone to buy.

If she gets caught, she's finished!

Thinking of this, Cui'er was terrified: "Yes..."

Zhao Yi clenched his fist, veins bulging on his forehead: "Mother, this woman has ruined another man's child and is now trying to harm her son. You should be able to guess what she's up to."

The old lady knew perfectly well that he was cunning and despicable!

She wanted the Zhao family to raise other people's children and even tried to pass off someone else's child as a member of the Zhao family genealogy!

absurd!

The old lady trembled with rage. She suddenly stood up and pointed at Linglong on the bed: "Once she recovers, let her come see me! My Zhao family can't keep this big shot!"

Jiang Bai didn't say much; it was all Linglong's own fault.

Now she has lost her child and her health has deteriorated. The only thing the Zhao family can do is to cure her, which can be considered as repaying the kindness of saving Zhao's mother.

On a bright and sunny day, Linglong was already awake.

She knew her schemes had all been discovered, and that she had lost the baby in her womb.

Hatred replaced all other emotions; she stared intently at the gauze curtain above her head, her eyes seemingly filled with tears of blood.

Cui'er comforted her while crying, "Auntie, don't be sad, you can have another child."

“Of course there will be more.” Jiang Bai’s voice came from outside.

Linglong turned around and stared at her, her eyes red.

"Jiang Bai." She said through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly.

Jiang Bai raised an eyebrow: "I only care about your illness. My Zhao family doesn't owe you anything. I've come to see you today to take you to see the old lady."

"It's time to make arrangements for your future," Jiang Bai said without any emotion.

Linglong sneered: "You Zhao family are all beasts! You killed my child, you deserve to die a horrible death!"

Jiang Bai knew she wasn't a saint or a good person; the only reason she had tolerated Linglong until now was because of the old lady.

Jiang Bai took two steps forward, but Cui'er blocked her way: "What are you doing?!"

Jiang Bai glanced at her, and Cui'er, somewhat frightened, stepped aside.

"Linglong, everyone knows about the methods you used. You deserve what you got. If you had cherished this child, how could you have harmed Zhao Yi?!"

Jiang Bai will not allow anyone to harm his people.

Linglong has already crossed the line.

"Also, I've pretty much figured out whether you saved the old lady back then."

Linglong's pupils dilated slightly. "You...you!"

"Zhao Quan is already dead, so I suppose you have nothing to fear, yet you still go to great lengths for my Zhao family."

"This doesn't count as being instructed by someone else; it's something you did all by yourself."

Jiang Bai said coldly, "Do you think I'll let you stay in the Zhao family peacefully?"

“I have never been one of those old ladies who turn to good.”