What kind of fool would use only a tiny bit of slow-acting poison, which she then drank and promptly vomited out?
There is no other possibility than that this was a ruse by Song Ruoan.
Song Ruoan probably never expected that He Yunze's angry confrontation would lead her to handle the affairs of the shop outside and even win the affection of the servants.
Thinking of this, Song Xizhi's gaze toward He Yunce became more playful.
Song Ruoan, oh Song Ruoan, she is exactly the same as in her previous life. Even the way she deliberately used the self-inflicted injury ruse to pretend that she was being mistreated was so familiar.
Now that He Yunze knows that it was Song Ruoan who mistreated him in the past, how will he feel?
Feeling Song Xizhi's gaze, He Yunze gritted his teeth and remained silent. Then, the old lady He spoke wearily:
“This couldn’t possibly have been done by the eldest son’s wife. If you want to investigate, then go and investigate Guanyunxuan yourself… But I think it doesn’t matter whether you investigate or not.”
"You've already identified the culprit in your mind, and no matter what the final investigation reveals, you won't believe it."
Without a second thought, Madam He chose to believe Song Xizhi without hesitation. After all, justice resides in the hearts of the people, and everyone present had witnessed Song Xizhi's performance after marrying into the Marquis's mansion.
Seeing that Madam He's attitude was clearly one of protecting Song Xizhi, He Yunze felt an uncontrollable rage within him.
It's obvious that this was all a charade orchestrated by Song Xizhi!
Otherwise, given Song Xizhi's character, how could he possibly do good deeds anonymously? Nor would he have been able to avoid making a scene when he was mistreated.
As He Yunze thought about it, the image of Song Ruoan suffering unbearable pain when she was poisoned slowly appeared before his eyes, and he felt his brain throbbing with pain.
In the beginning of his previous life, he was just like his grandmother, deceived by Song Xizhi's appearance, and only later did he see her true colors.
In this life, he is clear-headed, but everyone around him is more confused than the last!
"Grandmother, I will investigate this matter thoroughly, find evidence, and leave the murderer with no room for excuses!"
He Yunze spoke heavily, gazing intently at Song Xizhi's face.
Song Xizhi stared back indifferently, looking very seriously at him. Her earnest expression made He Yunze snort heavily and leave in a huff.
Song Ruoan waited happily at Guanyunxuan for a long time, but instead of news of Song Xizhi's punishment, she heard He Yunce return to the courtyard in a rage.
Looking at Song Ruoan, who was lying on the sickbed with a pale face, he suddenly recalled Song Xizhi's reckless behavior, and his anger grew even stronger.
He Yunze rushed to the bedside and carefully helped Song Ruoan sit up: "Ruoan, how are you feeling now?"
"But I still feel nauseous and want to vomit?"
Song Ruoan shook her head weakly, her swollen eyes filled with tears: "I'm fine, but I'm worried about my sister."
"My lord, my sister has treated me like this. Will Grandmother punish her by making her go to the ancestral hall to be disciplined? I know how painful that is, and I don't want my sister to suffer like that again."
Hearing Song Ruoan's kind words, He Yunze felt both heartache and anger: "You are so kind, yet Song Xizhi is so vicious."
"Not only did she deny it, but she also turned the tables and conspired with the servants to stage a big show, saying that you had mistreated Guan Moxuan's food in the past, so the servants did it on their own."
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan felt a jolt in her heart. She asked anxiously, "What about Grandmother? Did Grandmother believe her?"
He Yunze gritted his teeth: "Grandmother has always favored her from the beginning, saying that she has no right to manage the household and that I am the one who framed her."
Song Ruoan clutched her heart and lowered her eyes: "So it must have been my sister who did it, but Grandmother is protecting my sister and saying this on purpose."
"Otherwise, why would she be so kind as to keep all my money and give it to the servants? Isn't it all for the power to manage the household?"
"Besides, I have no grudges against anyone, so how could I have been poisoned for no reason?"
Hearing this, He Yunze felt that it made a lot of sense: if it wasn't Song Xizhi, there was no way to explain who else would poison Ruo'an.
The way he mistreated Ruo'an was exactly the same as what Song Xizhi did in his previous life.
Thinking of this, the nameless fire in He Yunce's heart burned even more fiercely.
He gripped Song Ruoan's hand tightly: "Since everyone in the Marquis's mansion believes in Song Xizhi, then I should investigate the truth of the matter even more."
"I will interrogate all the servants in Guanyunxuan to prove that Song Xizhi was the one who poisoned you, and I will give you justice in front of Grandmother."
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan's expression became subtle for a moment. She swallowed hard and shook her head without hesitation: "Husband! How can you do something that hurts your loved ones and pleases your enemies?"
"Since my sister is so popular, she must have ordered someone outside to poison the food. What answers can you expect to get by interrogating the people in your own courtyard?"
"Besides, even if we follow the clues and find out the truth, Grandmother is biased and will never believe us."
Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi's face flashed through He Yunze's mind again: "Are we really going to let her go like this? I'm not willing to accept it."
Song Ruoan gently advised him, appearing very sensible: "Husband, only you believe in me now. I need to find a way to change everyone's mind in the Marquis's mansion. I can't let them misunderstand me because of my sister's slander."
He Yunze's heart broke when he heard this. He really couldn't understand why anyone would think Ruo'an was bad, given how sensible she was.
He nodded: "Yes, as long as you restore your image in everyone's eyes, Grandmother will believe you again."
Seeing that he had given up the idea of interrogating the servants, Song Ruoan breathed a sigh of relief. She murmured to herself with some melancholy, "What should I do to make them believe me?"
Looking into Song Ruoan's lost and dejected eyes, He Yunze suddenly remembered Ruoan's skill in making incense in her previous life.
My grandmother is old and prone to insomnia; my father is elderly but still exhausted from military service; and my mother, having just recovered from a serious illness, is already irritable and needs these things to calm her mind...
Moreover, his future...
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