The fact was just as Qin Ye expected.
After Jun Qingyu caught up with Jun Luoyuan, he coaxed her for a very long time, saying all kinds of nice things to her, and only after repeated assurances did he finally coax his sister into submission.
It was already evening when we returned to the post station.
Queen Nanyuan wakes up.
"Mother, you're awake!"
"Mother, are you feeling unwell? Is your throat sore?"
Jun Qingyu asked nervously, Jun Luoyuan poured her a cup of warm water, and the two of them stood by the bed, looking at their mother with concern.
Queen Nanyuan felt a burning pain in her throat. The slightest movement was extremely painful. Even swallowing saliva made her face turn pale in pain.
She pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
Jun Qingyu held her hand and said lovingly:
"Mother, don't worry. We are using the best medicine and he will definitely get better. Princess Chen is a skilled doctor and with her around, he will definitely get better."
Jun Luoyuan nodded:
"Yes, mother, don't be too sad. Everything will be fine in three to five years."
“…”
Upon hearing this, there is nothing wrong with it.
If you listen carefully, isn't it just a deliberate attempt to annoy Queen Nanyuan, who loves singing?
Queen Nanyuan held a cup of water, sat at the head of the bed, slowly lowered her eyes, unable to speak, and did not want to speak.
Mammy had told her what had happened, everything.
It was Qin Ye who saved her.
Inexplicably, she just believed Qin Ye, without any reason or justification, she just believed.
"Mother, I'll go to the kitchen to get you some medicine."
"Mother, are you still in pain?"
The two brothers surrounded the bed, asking questions here and there, showing concern for a long time and serving for a full hour. They only left the room after their mother lay down to rest.
That night.
Jun Qingyu had no desire to sleep.
At this time, he had calmed down, and the words Qin Ye said to him naturally came to his mind.
Poison, the death of the woodcutter, the fish with problems, Yuan'er...
So many things happened in just a few days. I threaded them into a thread, capturing every suspicious detail and running through them all...
Think about it.
Finally, a suspicious thing:
Yesterday, after his mother fainted from the poison, Yuan'er threw himself on the bed and cried inconsolably, and his worried look did not seem fake.
But later...
She actually went to the teahouse to drink tea.
Her mother's life or death was uncertain, but she went to a teahouse to drink tea with her maid?
This doesn't make any sense at all.
There is only one possibility: Yuan'er knew he was in the teahouse and followed him there on purpose. Yuan'er probably knew the content of his conversation with Princess Chen yesterday!
Yuan'er knew that the process of Princess Chen's treatment could not be interrupted, otherwise he would die, but he still did it.
Yuan Er...
Thinking of this, my heart ached, new wounds added to old ones, and I spurted out another mouthful of blood:
"puff!"
The bright red blood contrasted with his pale face, making it look even more desolate.
"Third brother, why are you vomiting blood again? Is it a fever attack?"
Jun Luoyuan ran down from the second floor, ran to the stone table in the courtyard, threw himself beside the man, his face full of worry.
Jun Qingyu slightly raised his sick eyes and looked at his sister.
Pure, cute, pretty, gentle, just as he remembered. His sister was kind, well-behaved, and perfect in every way. If he was asked to admit this fact... his heart ached.
But, this is a knot.
It must be said.
If you don't say it, this matter will be like a thorn, stuck in your throat, unable to go up or down, and will hurt forever.
"Yuan'er."
His cold big palm held her small hand, which felt like a lump in his throat.
Hesitant to speak.
Jun Luoyuan tilted his head and looked at him doubtfully, his bright and clean little face full of curiosity and silent questioning.
"Third brother, what's wrong?"
Jun Qingyu choked for two full minutes before speaking:
"The Queen Mother poisoned you... right?"