This servant was a servant born into the Wei family, and three generations of his family had served the Wei family. Logically speaking, he should not have dared to plot against the head of the family.
But he was indeed lying.
Why?
The imperial physician said he shouldn't drink alcohol, but that was all; drinking wouldn't kill him, and adding alcohol to his medicine was even less likely.
What secret does this bowl of medicine, which has a slight smell of alcohol, hold?
Seeing his hesitation, the servant seemed to remember something and explained, "Master, it's probably because the kitchen was making fermented fish while I was brewing the medicine, and the medicine smelled of alcohol."
If Wei Zhenghong hadn't caught a glimpse of him shaking his leg, he would have believed him.
"I see."
He said calmly.
"No wonder this medicine smells like alcohol."
Having said that, he held the bowl with both hands and drank it all in one gulp.
Upon seeing this, the servant's expression relaxed almost imperceptibly.
Wei Zhenghong handed him the empty medicine bowl, waving his hand wearily, "I'm very sleepy and need to rest. Don't let anyone come in and disturb me tonight."
"Yes, sir."
The servants respectfully withdrew.
No sooner had he left than Wei Zhenghong changed out of his outer garment and took out the contract from his sleeve pocket.
This stack of deeds was his private property. He had previously sent it to Lady Ning through his attendant, but she refused to accept it. The attendant brought it back, and when he went to see Lady Ning, he took the deeds with him.
I just forgot to give it to the Ning family.
When he took the medicine, his jaw was clenched so that the medicine flowed into his sleeve and was absorbed by his sleeve and the contract paper.
Looking at the stack of damp contracts that exuded a strong medicinal smell and a slight odor of alcohol, Wei Zhenghong's eyes flickered slightly.
After nightfall, he summoned his attendants.
"You stand guard outside my dorm room. No one is allowed to come in."
Does that include the old lady?
"Yes."
The attendant nodded in agreement.
Wei Zhenghong closed the door, then remembered something and opened it again.
"Beware of Wei Teng's secret guards."
"I understand."
After making the arrangements, Wei Zhenghong, carrying the stack of contracts, dragged his left leg to the foot of the bed and moved a lotus relief on the bed frame.
A slight "clicking" sound was heard, and a narrow staircase, just wide enough for one person to pass through, appeared under the bed.
This is the secret passage built by the old Duke, who was also his father.
Before his death, the old Duke told him about the secret passage, saying that it was a secret only the head of the family could know.
He thought he would never need it in his life, but unexpectedly...
After descending into the secret passage, he activated a mechanism to restore the area under the bed to its original state, and then followed the passage to a house two streets away.
He had arranged for secret guards to be stationed in the mansion.
After he came out, he had his bodyguards take him to the residence of the Marquis of Zhongyong.
At that time, Xiao Qingyin and Han Shi and others had just finished dinner when they were surprised to see two people suddenly jump down from the eaves, one of whom was Wei Zhenghong.
"I'm sorry, I have mobility issues and can only appear in this way."
Wei Zhenghong said apologetically.
"I would like to ask Miss Xiao to examine me for a medical condition."
Xiao Qingyin heard from Wei Yan during the day that he was terminally ill and was already considering his final affairs.
His request was not unexpected.
She nodded and pointed to the pavilion not far away, saying, "Let's go take a look over there."
Wei Zhenghong readily agreed: "Okay."
The two walked over.
After taking his pulse and listening to his symptoms, Xiao Qingyin gave her diagnosis: "You have spondyloarthritis."
Wei Zhenghong was shocked when he first heard about this disease.
Can the spine get arthritis?
"certainly."
Xiao Qingyin replied.
"Spondyloarthritis is a disease that includes a range of chronic inflammations, including lower back pain, eye inflammation, intestinal inflammation, and joint inflammation of the fingers."
Wei Zhenghong suddenly realized: "No wonder I'm in pain all over, and the medicine isn't helping."
Xiao Qingyin nodded: "This requires systematic treatment. You may need to undergo one or two courses of bee therapy."
When bee therapy was mentioned, Wei Zhenghong immediately recalled how he had tried his best to stop Ning from receiving bee therapy when she was seriously ill, only to be proven wrong.
Who would have thought that fortunes would turn around and now it's my turn to be stung by bees.
They truly share both good times and bad.
After he finished sighing, he realized that they were no longer husband and wife.
My mood sank.
However, if he survives, he might be able to persuade Ning Shi to change her mind if he spends more time.
Thinking of this, a glimmer of hope ignited in him.
Just as I was about to schedule a treatment time with Xiao Qingyin, I saw her frown: "The medicine you're carrying..."
Wei Zhenghong then remembered the contract in his pocket and quickly took it out.
"Could you please take a look? What kind of medicine is stuck to this contract?"
Xiao Qingyin has always had a keen sense of smell; she can tell what ingredients are in a medicine just by smelling it.
"This is medicine for arthritis, but it contains snake and sparrow wine."
Wei Zhenghong's expression changed drastically.
He had heard of the snakebird, a bird that feeds exclusively on venomous snakes. It was about the size of a peacock, and its meat was non-toxic and extremely delicious, but its gall bladder was highly poisonous.
If you mix snake and sparrow gall, linden juice, and arsenic together and soak them in alcohol, you can make a poison that kills silently.
So, someone in the manor wants to kill him?
Was it that servant, or someone else?
Wei Zhenghong's mind raced, several names flashing through his head, but no matter which one it was, he felt there was no motive behind them.
What difference would it make if he died a few days earlier or a few days later? He's a man on his deathbed.
It doesn't bother anyone.
Why the rush to kill him?
He reviewed what had happened that day, and if there was anything unreasonable about it, it was the old lady's slip of the tongue.
But even if she accidentally revealed a truth, it shouldn't be enough to kill him.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
