Ning Yin nodded to Zhang Erhu's wife and led the old woman inside.

"Please sit down, Madam. Let me take your pulse first."

Reaching out to touch the old woman's wrist, Ningyin sensed that the woman's pulse was weak and feeble, a symptom of long-term malnutrition.

She then examined the old woman's tongue coating, which was thick and white, indicating food stagnation caused by a deficiency of Yang energy.

Logically speaking, malnutrition is caused by food scarcity, so how could it lead to indigestion?

Although Ningyin had doubts, she still treated the symptoms accordingly.

After administering acupuncture, he prescribed a decoction, instructing the patient to take it half an hour before each meal, three times a day.

"Madam, your diet should be mainly light and easily digestible recently, and you should avoid greasy and meaty foods."

"Great, I didn't expect female doctors to be so skilled. I feel much better right now after the acupuncture. I just need to go to the toilet."

The old woman smiled kindly, then turned to meet the young man's gaze, her voice suddenly becoming hesitant.

"Grandson, let's pay the consultation fee."

Ning Yin was already puzzled, and now she saw that the grandfather and grandson didn't seem to be close at all.

The old woman was even somewhat afraid of the young man, as if he were a complete stranger.

The young man glared at the old woman with disdain, then paid the money.

"You're such a handful, all you ever do is go to the toilet! Hurry up and go!"

After the young man finished speaking, his eyes lingered on Ning Yin. Beautiful as she was, she was just a divorced woman; what a pity…

When the old woman came out of the outhouse, the young man helped her quickly get into the carriage.

"These days, how come young people dress so well, while the elderly are so shabby..."

Zhang Erhu's wife suddenly muttered a couple of sentences.

"Yes, I just felt that her grandson was very mean to her, but we can't control these things, as long as we can cure her illness."

After the two men left, the carriage continued its journey towards the General's Mansion.

Before long, the coachman stopped the carriage at the corner of the side gate, and the young man quickly jumped off the carriage and went through the side gate.

"Is everything done?"

Yang Shuhuan's voice was cold and her face was expressionless.

"It's done, Miss."

The young man bowed and saluted, then took out a package from his sleeve.

"This poison comes from the Western Regions. It is colorless and odorless. Even if Hua Tuo were alive, he would not be able to cure it. Once this old woman dies, that woman will never be able to turn the tables, no matter how much she tries to argue. Then we will accuse her of murder for money."

Yang Shuhuan curled her lips into a vengeful sneer, glancing down at her arm, which was still in a cast.

"It's a pity that the bastard has disappeared without a trace, otherwise I would have made sure he was reduced to ashes as well!"

"Don't worry, Miss. As long as we make a big fuss when we come to arrest him, if that scoundrel really cares about Ning Yin, he will surely come to her rescue. Then we'll have him at our mercy."

Hearing the young man's confident words, Yang Shuhuan covered her face and chuckled.

"Yes, add the poison to her medicine in several batches, and remember to do it secretly."

"Yes, Miss... I'll head back now."

The young man bowed again like a sycophant and backed out through the side door.

"Fusheng, how do you know people from the General's Mansion? Aren't you working for the Marquis's Mansion?"

When the old woman saw the young man get on the bus, she couldn't help but ask him a question.

This is her grandson, whom she found while chopping firewood in the mountains when she was young. She named him Zhou Fusheng.

So that this child can have a happy life when he grows up.

She cherished the child and never remarried for Zhou Fusheng's sake.

They scrimped and saved, giving all the best things in the house to their only grandson.

After finally raising the child, Zhou Fusheng went to the Marquis's mansion to find a job.

The old woman thought she could finally enjoy her retirement, but she never expected that her good grandson would poison his grandmother for his own future.

Zhou Fusheng always envied the young masters of wealthy families, who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths and did not have to be subservient to others.

In order to climb the ladder step by step and to marry his beloved Ruyan, Zhou Fusheng was very proactive in everything he did.

This is also why Yang Shuhuan valued him; ambition and desire make him easier to control.

Another reason why Zhou Fusheng was able to be so ruthless was that he had previously consulted a high-ranking monk who had his fortune told.

He said he was born to be rich and noble, but this old woman beat him to it. The person who should have found him was the county magistrate.

The high monk also told him that if he wanted to defy fate, he had to get rid of this karmic obstacle, and only then would he have a chance to rise to prominence.

Zhou Fusheng was convinced that he was destined for wealth and prosperity, and that he couldn't possibly be so poor. It turned out that the old woman was the one who was hindering his fortune.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so when Yang Shuhuan asked him to find a scapegoat, the old woman was the first person he thought of.

As Zhou Fusheng sat in the carriage, he kept thinking about the five thousand taels of silver that Yang Shuhuan had promised him and the marriage of his maid Ruyan to him after the matter was settled.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fusheng couldn't help but smile.

Back home, Zhou Fusheng prepared the medicine he had taken from Ning Yin and, taking advantage of the old woman's inattention, secretly added some poison.

The amount is small, and there should be no discomfort in the short term.

Yang Shuhuan recently sent a letter to Shen Yun because of a hand injury.

The letter described how he managed the General's Mansion, Wang's health condition, and the loving daily life of Shen Jia and Yang Shujing.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for some time, Shen Yun actually replied to his letter.

“Sister Shuhuan, I am away fighting bandits. Fortunately, you took care of the General’s Mansion for me. When I return victorious, I will thank you in person and express my sincere gratitude. Please do not trouble yourself to reply.”

"I knew it! Brother has always had sister in his heart. How about we have a wedding together after Brother's triumphant return? Mother is planning this too."

After Shen Jia read the letter aloud word by word, Yang Shuhuan's cheeks flushed red, and she even felt a little shy.

"Jia'er, it would be best if we could hold the wedding together, but I'm afraid we won't have enough time. I don't know when Brother Yun will return."

Yang Shuhuan actually wanted to deal with Ning Yin before Shen Yun returned.

She was also afraid that if Shen Yun came back and found out about this, he would still have feelings for her and would try to exonerate Ning Yin.

She had heard Shen Yun say that it would take more than a month, and now that more than half a month has passed, she had to urge Zhou Fusheng to speed things up.

First, kill the old woman, then immediately carry the person over.

Thinking this, a murderous glint flashed in Yang Shuhuan's sinister eyes.

Seeing Shen Jia looking over, she instantly transformed into a charming and pitiful appearance.