The court doctor looked around and made up his mind: "The old lady fainted because of anger, she is not seriously injured, but..."
A trace of disappointment flashed across Jiang Zhaorong's eyes: "But what?"
The court doctor wondered why he seemed to see the Prime Minister looking a little disappointed. He must have been mistaken. How could a son see his mother disappointed for no reason?
"Please, my Lord, please advise me not to let the old lady take... those filthy things again."
【Hahahaha, the old lady is still drinking. Now that Brother Heng is gone, whose is she drinking from?】
Jiang Zhaorong looked away. He had almost forgotten about this. No wonder the court doctor looked like that just now!
After all, this matter was not glorious, and Jiang Zhaorong had no intention of making it clear, so he just nodded.
When the court doctor was packing up and about to leave, he was stopped by Mrs. Qian.
She wailed with tears and snot, "Doctor, what did my mistress drink? Please tell me! Could it be that villain has harmed her? Lord, Lord, why don't you ask clearly?"
The court doctor was pulled by her, and the old woman's hands were very strong, so he couldn't break free for a while and could only look at Jiang Zhaorong for help.
Jiang Zhaorong frowned: "Who gave you the courage, a servant, to question your master?"
[This was given by Jiang Jian. For a while, he was obsessed with mature women, but he had no idea where else to start, so he set his sights on Mrs. Qian.]
On a dark and windy night, Jiang Jianjin pulled Po-zi Qian onto the bed, covered her with a handkerchief, turned off the lights, and after some unspeakable noises, the two of them hooked up.
[And Jiang Jianjin particularly likes the mole on the money-sucking woman's face.]
Jiang Zhaorong: “!!!”
Xu Youran: “!!!”
Jiang Sulan and Jiang Kangan: "..."
No, how could Zhiyu know so much about what happened between them in bed?
Mrs. Qian was a middle-aged woman, still charming, but she had a mole on her face with faint black hair growing around it, which made her look particularly disgusting.
How could Jiang Jianjin bring himself to say that?
Mrs. Qian knelt on the ground, not at all afraid of Jiang Zhaorong's harsh shouts: "Prime Minister, the old lady is your biological mother. If she was poisoned, would you just turn a blind eye?"
Jiang Zhiyu sighed slowly.
[No wonder the old lady trusted you but didn't tell you what she was doing. I'm afraid of people like you who are so stubborn. If they knew, they would definitely ask for the truth. It was something to be concealed in the first place. The more people you ask, the easier it will be to expose it. How scary!]
Xu Youran: What’s going on? She also wants to know!
Jiang Sulan turned her face away, and Jiang Kang'an looked at her thoughtfully.
Jiang Zhaorong originally wanted to drag her away and be done with it, but after hearing what Jiang Zhiyu said, he began to have doubts in his heart.
If Mrs. Qian spreads this, wouldn't they be the first to suspect themselves if the old lady makes any move in the future?
After all, how could a son suspect his own mother of poisoning and not let the doctor explain it clearly and then send the person away?
Jiang Zhaorong thought for a moment and said, "Forget it, just tell it out loud, so that people won't think that I'm an unfilial son who condoned others to murder my own mother."
His tone became a little heavier, and Mrs. Qian trembled, but she stubbornly refused to let go of his hand.
The court doctor also sighed: "The old lady drank too much of the boy's urine and couldn't even eat. If this continues, her body will naturally have problems. If she continues drinking, I'm afraid..."
"ah--"
A scream was heard, and everyone looked in the direction of the sound. They saw the old lady who had woken up at some point, sitting half upright and shouting.
【Hey, you're awake, you're socially dead! 】
Although the Jiang family members did not know what social death meant, it did not prevent them from hearing the gloating tone in Jiang Zhiyu's voice.
Everyone had different expressions, but they all felt vaguely nauseous. The maids and servants didn't dare to raise their heads for fear of being seen.
Du Yuelan covered her face with her hands and quietly blocked her mouth.
Song Shiwei's expression was even uglier than the old lady's. She recalled the scene of drinking tea in the old lady's room that night, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong.
Then, her body shook, her stomach churned, and liquid gushed out of her throat.
"vomit……"
The filth was vomited all over the floor, and it was such a sensitive time. Song Shiwei felt the old lady's unfriendly gaze, but she didn't care about that anymore.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the tea tasted wrong that day. After vomiting once, she was not satisfied and rushed out of the yard to vomit again.
The smell was unpleasant, so everyone moved away. After she finished vomiting, the maid brought her some clean water to rinse her mouth, while the others cleaned the hall.
"Shi Wei, what's wrong with you?" The old lady touched her chest, her chest heaving violently.
[What's wrong? Hahahahahahaha, I can't take it anymore.]
[I can’t breathe anymore, hahahahaha. ]
Jiang Zhaorong: “…”
Song Shiwei's body stiffened, and he turned around and coughed weakly a few times: "Reporting to the old lady...maybe she was frightened and blew it again."
The changed address made the old lady frown again. Song Shiwei was afraid that she would think of other things, so she quickly said: "After all, Shiwei is old and understands her status. She will listen to Madam's teachings."
The old lady's gaze fell on Xu Youran again.
The look in Xu Youran's eyes when she looked at her was one of undisguised disdain.
The old lady's face immediately darkened: "Xu, what do you mean? Shi Wei is the daughter of the Jiang family. What identity do you want her to know?!"
As she spoke, she glared at Mrs. Qian who was kneeling on the ground. She had just heard it in a daze, that it was this guy who kept asking questions and finally revealed this matter!
Mrs. Qian knew she had done something stupid and hung her head guiltily.
Xu Youran raised her chin slightly and looked down at her condescendingly. "She's just an adopted daughter, without a proper status. Calling her master is already a compliment to her. The old lady is old, and it's understandable that she likes to have someone accompany her, but the rules still need to be established."
[Mother is awesome! That's what I want!]
Her strong expression frightened the old lady, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
The old lady had gotten used to Xu Youran's non-competitive attitude and had forgotten how unrestrained she was when she first met Xu Youran.
"That's enough! What a mess it is! Let's all go back."
Jiang Zhaorong didn't want to see Xu Youran's expression, so he looked away, waved his long sleeves, and left.
Xu Youran glanced at them one by one, and when her eyes fell on Du Yuelan, there was pity in them.
He had seen Jiang Zhaorong's true face, but she hadn't.
…
In the Anle Marquis's mansion, the Anle Marquis's wife looked at the three figures being carried back and burst into tears.
Marquis Anle held on tightly, holding her trembling hand. "It's okay, don't be afraid. Call the court doctor and you can leave."
The wife of the Marquis of Anle shook her head and cried, "How...how did it become like this..."
Marquis Anle held his breath, afraid that she would worry, so he patted her hand. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the servant's hurried voice reporting from outside the door.
"My Lord, someone wants to see you."
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