"Does it still hurt?"
"Applying the ointment once will only last for two hours, after which the pain and itching will return." Being stared at like that made Su Yushan very uncomfortable; her face burned, and all her confidence vanished.
"Isn't it ugly?"
Shaking his head, Hongli gently comforted him, "Not ugly at all. I think it's very cute. As the saying goes: 'The wind blows the gauze, revealing her jade-like face; a plum blossom scatters among the snow.'"
After a moment of stunned silence, Su Yushan finally reacted, glared at him, and scoffed, "I'm in this state, and you still have the mood to write poems to tease me?"
Holding her hand tightly, his eyes were full of warm smiles. "I'm not joking, I just hope you won't be too stressed. Relax a little, and I will definitely find a way to treat you."
With a soft sigh, Su Yushan leaned against the bedside, gazing at the autumn sunlight streaming through the window. Her heart felt like spilled rice, utterly devastated.
"Of course I hope to be cured, but I hope even more to find the person who poisoned me. This time it was in my rouge, next time it might be in my food. If that happens, I will never have peace again."
When the murderer was mentioned, Hongli casually asked, "Who do you think it could be?"
She had already thought about this matter yesterday, and the doctor's answer today further confirmed her guess: "The doctor said that this medicine takes effect immediately, which proves that it is not Xilan."
"That's not necessarily true. Who are the people who can freely enter and leave your room?"
So, there are quite a few people. Su Yushan counted them off one by one on her fingers. "Chang Yue is my personal maid, and she has been by my side the longest, but it can't be her. There are two maids and a nanny in Tingfeng Pavilion, but I don't trust them very much, so they rarely get to go into the inner room. Sister Lan and Sister Fucha come to see me in their spare time, and they have been into the inner room before. It seems that there are no others."
After carefully considering her words, Hongli pondered and said, "In other words, Xilan still has a chance to drug him."
That being said, her intuition told her that Xilan didn't seem like the murderer.
“I don’t think she has any motive. Everyone has a purpose for doing things, whether it’s for revenge or for profit. I have no grudge against Xilan, and she wouldn’t benefit from my accident, so why would she risk drugging me? Especially in this box of rouge, she is the most suspicious and cannot escape involvement. This doesn’t make sense.”
If it wasn't Xilan, then who could it be? Seeing how logically she analyzed things, Hongli wanted to hear her thoughts. "Do you have anyone you suspect?"
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