Ai Yunyue rubbed her head acupoints with a slight headache. Why is Mo Yichun so annoying?
She is the only one who is singing a different tune from morning to night, and she is always holding on to a wound. How deep is her hatred for her?
"Mo Yichun, don't you understand what people are saying?"
Mo Cheng's face was gloomy, and he shouted angrily: "This matter has nothing to do with you, get out of here immediately."
Mo Yichun was startled, his face pale, and he pursed his lips: "I... wuwu..."
He ran out sadly.
Everyone: “…”
"Second Young Master, all the servants are here."
Butler Li asked the servants to line up and speak slowly.
Because Yan Zhu doesn't like crowds, the Mo family doesn't have many servants. Each person is responsible for a small area, and mistakes rarely occur.
A dozen servants looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.
What's going on?
"Has anyone been into the kitchen since yesterday? Step forward."
After these words were spoken, everyone looked even more confused, but most of them did not move.
Instead, two or three servants stepped forward in confusion.
"Why do you have to tell me before entering the kitchen?"
"I'm responsible for delivering the food."
"I'm in charge of collecting the laundry."
"I...I was just passing by today, but I didn't do anything!"
A little maid turned pale and waved her hands in panic.
"No, I just went in to help Miss Yichun get a glass of warm water."
The little maid seemed to have thought of something and said quickly, "I really haven't done anything else."
"Did Mo Yichun go in with you when you poured the water?"
Ai Yunyue looked at the little maid and asked softly, intentionally or unintentionally.
"No!"
"oh!"
"Okay, everyone, get out!"
Mo Cheng glanced at Ai Yunyue and waved his hand impatiently.
"Yunyue, could it be that the pharmacy really gave you the wrong medicine?"
Mo Li, who had been silent the whole time, widened his eyes and looked at Ai Yunyue nervously: "Otherwise, why would there be an extra cold chrysanthemum?"
As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell all around again.
Mo Cheng and Mo Heng looked at each other, their expressions were self-evident.
Lu Liang, who was standing by, smiled faintly: "These days, all kinds of weird things happen!"
Ai Yunyue glanced at Lu Liang, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly: "Why don't you leave?"
Lu Liang: “…”
Does this girl have any conscience?
Didn't he stay to serve as a witness for her?
"Ah... I remember now."
Suddenly, Yang Ma's eyes widened and she looked at them excitedly: "I know who else has seen the medicine pot."
"who?"
"It's Miss Mo Yichun."
Mother Yang recalled it and said with certainty, "She was drinking a cup of chrysanthemum tea at the time!"
"Mother Yang, are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true. Her cup is still unwashed in the kitchen. I'll get it and show it to you."
After saying this, Mother Yang quickly turned around and ran into the kitchen.
"how so?"
Mo Li looked at Yang Ma's figure and murmured in disbelief.
There must be some misunderstanding?
How could Mo Yichun harm Second Aunt?
After a while, Mother Yang came running over with a cup of chrysanthemum tea.
"Give me!"
Mo Cheng took the cup, looked at it, and handed it to Ai Yunyue beside him: "Xiaoyue, take a look."
Ai Yunyue took the cup, shook it, and said with a half-smile: "Where did you get this cold chrysanthemum?"
"this……"
"This is what A-Chun bought me to make tea."
Yan Zhu was slightly stunned for a moment, then walked to the side and pulled out a pack of chrysanthemum from the drawer of the coffee table: "She said it can be brewed and drunk normally!"
"Xiao Yue, is there really something wrong with this Han Ju?"
Mo Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone became cold and creepy.
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