When Zhenbei Hou heard this, he felt his head buzzing, as if the sky was about to fall.
He fainted from anger, but fortunately the doctor in the background gave him acupuncture in time and stabilized his condition.
Before he could recover from his shock, he said with a gloomy expression: "From me to Cong'an, I always feel that something is wrong, but I can't find the missing part."
Yan Cheng also felt that something was wrong. The Yun family's downfall in the book was too sudden.
The death of the Yun family seemed to be just the fuse that ignited Prince Ding's conspiracy to rebel.
Yan Cheng took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "It's good that my uncle is fine, grandpa doesn't need to worry too much."
He thought that there must be someone behind this.
At this time, a servant was carrying a tray with medicine for the Marquis of Zhenbei on it and walked hurriedly towards the Marquis of Zhenbei.
Yan Cheng stood aside, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over the servant, but he noticed something strange.
The servant was seen holding the edge of the tray tightly, his hands shaking constantly, causing the medicine bowls on the tray to shake slightly, making a slight clash sound.
Yan Cheng frowned slightly, and a hint of doubt suddenly arose in his heart.
His eyes became sharp, closely watching the servant's every move.
The servant seemed to have noticed Yan Cheng's gaze, and he lowered his head even more, and his steps became a little messy.
Yan Cheng took a quick step forward and blocked the servant's way.
The servant was startled and looked up, his eyes full of panic.
Yan Cheng: "Did you prepare this medicine yourself? Didn't he handle it?"
The servant stammered, "Yes, yes!"
Yan Cheng stared into his eyes and asked again, "Why are your hands shaking so badly?"
The servant hesitated and couldn't explain it for a long time.
Yan Cheng's suspicion grew stronger and stronger. Without saying a word, he reached out and took the medicine bowl.
"Your Highness, you can't do that! You can't do that!"
The Marquis of Zhenbei and his servants tried to stop him, but how could they stop the determined Qiu Heng?
Yan Cheng picked up the medicine bowl and smelled it, and a strange smell entered his nostrils.
He no longer hesitated, brought the medicine to his mouth and took a sip.
In an instant, his face became extremely gloomy.
A sweet taste spread in his mouth, and he immediately realized that the medicine was poisonous.
Yan Cheng: "How dare you! You actually poisoned the Marquis' medicine!"
The angry voice echoed in the room, shaking the servant's legs so much that he fell to his knees.
The servant kept kowtowing: "Your Highness, please spare me! Your Highness, please spare me! I was forced to do this!"
Yan Cheng: "Tell me! Who ordered you to do this?"
The servant trembled all over, looked up slightly at Yan Cheng's expressionless but murderous face, and swallowed.
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