"Back to the Song residence? Aren't you going back, Miss?"
Upon hearing Song Xizhi mention the Song family, Granny Wu's old face scrunched up like a dried plum.
Seeing her pained expression, Song Xizhi covered her mouth and smiled, "I won't go back, thank you for your hard work, Granny!"
Hearing Song Xizhi's coquettish pleading, Granny Wu still smiled and shook her head: "Tell me, what kind of mischievous idea do you have this time?"
“Go back to the Song residence and find Zhao Qianlan. Ask her for the incense and medicine prescriptions left by my mother. Tell her that I want to come back and please my parents-in-law and grandmother in the Marquis’s mansion.”
When Granny Wu heard that Song Xizhi wanted to get back what Su Mingyue had left behind, she sighed and said, "If you really want to get back what Miss Mingyue left behind, you'll have to send Qing Tong to steal it. If I go and ask for it, Zhao Shi will definitely not return it easily."
Song Xizhi simply winked at her mysteriously: "It's okay, as long as you say so."
Now that Granny Wu knew Song Xizhi was up to something, she took the order and hurried off to carry it out.
After Granny Wu left, Song Xizhi called Qing Tong over again. She handed him a package that she had prepared beforehand and whispered a few instructions in his ear.
Upon hearing this, and seeing the sly expression on Song Xizhi's face, Qing Tong touched his nose and then accepted the order to carry it out.
...
Time passed day by day, and Madam Xin managed the shop at a very fast pace, gradually bringing the opening of Pinxianglou to the forefront.
He Yunze has been having a tough time lately. When he was in the Secretariat, he was constantly tormented by his superiors. He was always the last to leave the office each day and was kept behind to do all sorts of paperwork. Even his suggestions were often rejected verbatim.
In the imperial court, his suggestions to the emperor were always met with sharp criticism from Prime Minister Lin, who pointed out various flaws.
The series of setbacks left He Yunce in a state of distress and embarrassment, but after returning to the Marquis's residence from his official duties, he still had to kneel as punishment in the ancestral hall.
Gazing at the ancestral tablets on the altar, with the heavy candlelight flickering all around, He Yunze was even somewhat dazed, wondering if his smooth-sailing official career in his previous life was just a figment of his imagination.
Why is everything different in this life?
He clutched his throbbing knee, knowing he shouldn't resent or blame her, but in his heart, he couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards Song Ruoan.
All his current predicaments are caused by Song Ruoan pretending to know medicine.
If she hadn't wanted the praise of the entire capital, if she hadn't been so eager for quick success and kept everything from him, he wouldn't have been so unprepared and at her mercy.
The most important thing between husband and wife is trust and the absence of secrets, yet she took it upon herself to ruin her own path to success.
In this respect, he is even inferior to Song Xizhi...
Although Song Xizhi in her previous life was jealous and promiscuous, and always liked to steal credit, she never did anything bad to the Marquis's mansion or to him, and never ruined his reputation.
In his previous life, he had never been disciplined by his family or entered the ancestral hall.
Thinking of this, He Yunze tightly closed his eyes, trying his best to suppress this inexplicable thought in his heart.
But this idea kept swirling in his mind.
Shuangxi's worried voice came from beside him: "Master, if you are not feeling well, you should go back directly. There is no one watching the ancestral hall, and we don't know how long you have been kneeling."
Upon hearing this, He Yunze slowly opened his eyes, then shook his head somewhat blankly: "Fine, I'll just kneel then."
Back at Guanyunxuan, all that could be heard was Song Ruoan's complaining sobs; nothing else.
He had clearly invited a top-notch doctor without his grandmother's knowledge and had given her anesthetic powder to relieve the pain, but she still kept crying out in pain.
He Yunze felt completely exhausted, but he still had to grit his teeth and serve her, comfort her, unable to enjoy a moment of peace.
Such an experience was unprecedented in my previous life.
He saw Song Ruoan in a disheveled and ferocious state for the first time.
Looking at his lifeless state, Shuangxi felt even more heavy-hearted: "You have been kneeling until midnight for three consecutive days. Not only is this servant worried, but the young mistress is also worried because she can't see you every day."
He Yunze opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he heard a terrified scream from behind him: "Young Master! Young Master!"
Meiyun ran into the ancestral hall, drenched in sweat, her face deathly pale and breathless: "Something terrible has happened! The young mistress has been poisoned!"
He Yunce turned his head in disbelief. He stood up abruptly, but his numb legs caused him to fall back down.
"Song Ruoan took poison?"
Meiyun shook her head, looking somewhat helpless: "No, no, Granny Hu tested it with silver needles, and it turns out someone poisoned her food."
He Yunze's mind went blank for a moment, and he stumbled out of the ancestral hall, shouting, "Call a doctor! Go call a doctor quickly!"
When she finally reached Guanyun Pavilion, her legs numb, she saw Song Ruoan's pale face, her eyes red and swollen, and her lips stained with blood.
Granny Hu and A-Liancheng knelt to one side, sobbing.
Seeing He Yunze's panicked eyes, Song Ruoan struggled to raise her hand, but then coughed violently, and two streams of scarlet blood gushed from her mouth.
"My husband, seeing you before I close my eyes, I truly have no regrets even in death..."
Upon hearing this, He Yunze felt his mind go blank. He gripped Song Ruoan's hand tightly and said, "Ruoan, don't talk nonsense!"
"The doctor will be here soon! The doctor is coming very soon!"
Song Ruoan simply shook her head, her dry lips opening and closing: "Husband, don't blame my sister... don't blame my sister... it's Ruoan who has wronged my sister..."
Hearing this, Granny Hu finally couldn't help but speak up: "Miss! You're confused! How can you tolerate her treating you like this?!"
"She embezzled several thousand taels of silver from Miss, gained the power of steward, and ordered the servants to mistreat Miss in the ancestral hall. This old servant couldn't stand it, but Miss wouldn't allow me to speak of it!"
"Alright, now Song Xizhi is not only bringing spoiled food, cheap charcoal, and inferior quilts to mistreat Miss, but he's now directly poisoning her food, trying to send her to her death!"
As she spoke, Granny Hu couldn't help but wipe away her tears again: "What kind of deep hatred and resentment could this be! Sisters bound by blood, yet they directly poisoned each other!"
Upon hearing this, Song Ruoan gave Hu Mama a reproachful look, then smiled and shook her head at He Yunze: "Husband, Hu Mama is talking nonsense... It may not be my sister... Don't listen to her nonsense."
She spoke each word with great difficulty: "To be able to lie in your arms as I die, as your husband, I have no regrets in dying... But my husband, you must remember, I never intended to harm you."
Upon hearing this, He Yunze's face turned deathly pale. He was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged and his whole body trembled: "How could it not be Song Xizhi?"
"It was that bitch Song Xizhi! She deliberately mistreated you, she poisoned you!"
Sure enough, it's exactly the same as in my previous life!
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