Chapter 315 I Wasn't the One Who Sent You Here
Ji Qingwu walked a few steps to the bedside, where various medicine bowls were placed on the square table beside the bed.
She picked it up and smelled it. It contained medicines for replenishing qi, detoxifying, and prolonging life, but all medicines have some degree of toxicity, let alone when they are mixed together. It was simply a case of grasping at straws in desperation.
Ji Qingwu stood by the bed and said, "You called me here because you want me to treat your illness?"
She put down the medicine bowl and said, "But I'm not good at detoxification. You should go and find a more skilled doctor."
Su Daiyue looked confused and said, "It wasn't me who sent you here."
But the messenger who came to the Wei residence said that Madam Song wanted to see her one last time before she died, and had something to say to her.
Ji Qingwu and Wei Tongyou exchanged a glance.
Su Daiyue tried to sit up, supporting herself on the mattress, but her arms were too weak and she slid back down.
Ji Qingwu lent a hand and helped her up, his gaze fixed on one spot.
Su Daiyue reeked of bitterness. She noticed Ji Qingwu staring at her clothes, where there were large patches of brownish-yellow.
Because of her sitting posture, she felt a little better.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh. When a person is about to die, they can't even keep clean and tidy."
Ji Qingwu asked with a grave expression, "Who forced you to take the medicine?"
Su Daiyue's collar was soaked with a lot of medicine juice, and upon closer inspection, there were bluish-white pinch marks on her throat. It was clear that this was not caused by normal medication, but rather by someone holding her chin and forcibly swallowing the medicine.
Ji Qingwu's eyes flickered as he asked, "Is it Song Wei?"
Before Su Daiyue could answer, the door was pushed open.
Someone walked in with unsteady steps, holding a bowl of steaming hot herbal soup in their hand.
The man's right hand was covered in a lot of the medicine that had spilled out from shaking, showing how hurriedly he had come.
Ji Qingwu quickly pulled Wei Tongyou aside.
Song Wei said with a stern face, "Drink it."
Su Daiyue turned her head to look into the bed, revealing the thin, protruding bones behind her ears.
"Is there any point in you doing this?"
Song Wei shoved the soup bowl directly at her pale lips with a large movement, and the grayish-brown medicine splashed onto Su Daiyue's cheek.
Wei Tongyou wanted to step forward to stop his violent behavior, but Ji Qingwu tugged at her sleeve.
Don't go.
Wei Tongyou said, "He's going to force-feed her poison, I can't just stand by and do nothing."
Ji Qingwu calmly said in a low voice, "It's not poisonous. Although it's not poison, it can't save Madam Song's life." Wei Tongyou didn't step forward after hearing this.
Song Wei grabbed Su Daiyue's chin and forced her to fall in.
"Didn't you hear me tell you to drink it?"
But Su Daiyue gritted her teeth and resisted him, and most of the medicine flowed down her neck.
The bowl was emptied, but the medicine that went into her mouth was practically nothing. Song Wei's hand, gripping the rim of the bowl, showed prominent veins.
Su Daiyue wiped the medicine from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Although she was barely breathing, her eyes were filled with disdain.
"I won't live much longer... You're torturing me like this... You're a beast... worse than a monster..."
Song Wei's teeth were grinding together, making a grinding sound.
"Even if I'm a beast, I can't be as ruthless as you! A vicious woman like you doesn't deserve to die! Dying would be too good for you!"
Just as Su Daiyue was about to say something, she suddenly broke out in a heart-wrenching cough, the bitter taste in her mouth replaced by the metallic taste of blood.
She coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, but Song Wei, who was opposite her, did not flinch. He wiped his face and found that his palms were covered in her blood.
Song Wei stared blankly for a moment, then staggered out of the house.
Su Daiyue's cheeks flushed an unnatural red from coughing, and she looked even more energetic than before.
"I have something I'd like to say to your wife alone."
Wei Tongyou looked at Ji Qingwu, and only walked outside after the other party nodded.
Ji Qingwu pulled up a stool and sat down beside her bed, saying calmly and gently, "What do you want to say to me?"
Su Daiyue took out the silver hairpin she had worn in her hair yesterday from under her pillow, and her eyes regained their sparkle.
Ji Qingwu knew that this did not mean that she had improved, but rather that she was terminally ill and this was just her last gasp before death.
Su Daiyue touched the object in her hand with lingering affection and said, "This hairpin belongs to my mother. Could you please return it to her?"
Ji Qingwu saw the pattern on the hairpin clearly and said, "Why did you ask me to pass it on? We only met once."
Su Daiyue said, "Because the moment I saw you, I knew you were a good person."
“My aunt is even more pitiful than me. If you see her, please tell her for me that I am an unfilial daughter and this is all I can do.”
Ji Qingwu did not take it, but said, "Knowing about your situation, Prime Minister Su will probably come over. You should give this hairpin to your father and let him give it to your aunt. It would be more suitable for him."
Su Daiyue's shoulders hunched, and she pleaded, "I don't want to see him again, I don't want to see anyone looking like this, please help me, okay?"
Ji Qingwu took the silver hairpin from her hand, and a dark current flashed in Su Daiyue's eyes.
“Give me this hairpin and tell me to pass it on to your birth mother.” Ji Qingwu tapped the tip of the hairpin lightly with her fingers, exposing her, “Isn’t it to leave her a keepsake?”
I had heard from Ma Pozi before that Su Daiyue's birth mother was mentally unstable and locked in the backyard. She was also locked in the woodshed when she was young. I imagine that life was difficult for the mother and daughter in the Su family.
The only person Su Daiyue couldn't bear to part with was her.
Ji Qingwu turned the hairpin around with her fingers. The hairpin head was carved with a crescent moon and inlaid with pale yellow jade.
"You know what kind of person your father is."
Su Daiyue tensed up, realizing that Su Daiyue had hit the nail on the head. She didn't dare to look Su Daiyue in the eye and said, "I don't know what you're talking about. If you don't want to, then forget it."
Ji Qingwu smiled and said, "Actually, you want to send me to Su Fengyue so that he will remember your kindness and treat your birth mother well after you die."
On the carriage to the Song family, Ji Qingwu was speculating about the possible reasons why Su Daiyue had summoned her, since the two of them didn't have much of a relationship.
Ji Qingwu initially thought that Song Wei was continuing to persecute Su Daiyue, and that Su Daiyue wanted to save her life.
But just now, she dismissed the idea.
Regardless of whether the person who summoned her was Su Daiyue or not, Ji Qingwu could tell from Song Wei's reaction that he was also panicked about the sudden deterioration of Su Daiyue's condition.
The reason Su Daiyue was poisoned so quickly was because she herself did not want to live anymore.
Ji Qingwu quickly made the connection and understood the whole story.
She said indifferently, "Your poisoning has taken effect so quickly because you ingested several times the amount of toxins again. However, this time, the person who poisoned you was yourself."
Su Daiyue's fingers gripped the mattress tightly; this woman, with a face as delicate as a flower, was even more intelligent than she had imagined.
Ji Qingwu said, "When you saw Prime Minister Su yesterday, you tried your best to hold back the urge to vomit because you recalled the past. You didn't want to see your father again and planned to end your life, but you couldn't bear to leave your crazy mother who still needed someone to take care of her in the Su family."
"And so, you remembered me."
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