After being expelled from the palace, she returned with her cub and amazed the whole city

Before Jiang Shuyue could recover, she saw Aunt Meng quickly put the white porcelain bottle in her hand under the pillow, and then made a silencing gesture towards Jiang Shuyue.

Jiang Shuyue seemed to understand what Aunt Meng meant. She didn't want people to know that she was taking the antidote and the person who gave it was still in the nunnery.

"Auntie, are you feeling better?"

Before he finished speaking, Cui Yudie, dressed in a colorful dress and gorgeous clothes, walked in gracefully, followed by two delicate-looking maids.

Aunt Meng coughed twice and sat up straight. She suppressed the hatred in her eyes and said, "I'm fine. I have an old problem. Die'er doesn't need to worry."

Seeing Jiang Shuyue standing in the room, the surprise in Cui Yudie's eyes flashed away, and then he gave Jiang Shuyue a salute.

"It turns out Sister Jiang is here too, what a coincidence."

Cui Yudie's manners were thorough and generous, making it impossible for anyone to find a single fault.

Jiang Shuyue's intuition is that this woman is a high-ranking green tea.

Jiang Shuyue responded with a warm smile, pretending not to understand anything, "Did Miss Cui just call Aunt Meng?"

"Yes."

Before Cui Yudie could explain, Aunt Meng said expressionlessly: "Her mother is my sister-in-law, and I am a concubine of the Meng family."

"Aunt! Don't talk about whether you are a concubine or not. My mother has never regarded you as my sister. Before I went out, my mother gave her many instructions, telling me to stay here for a few more days and honor my aunt."

Cui Yudie walked towards the bed as she spoke. Before she could reach out her hand, Aunt Meng took her hand away in her arms imperceptibly.

Jiang Shuyue saw a flash of doubt in Cui Yudie's eyes, but her expression returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

"Today Die'er came over a little late for fun, and my aunt is angry with Die'er." Cui Yudie said coquettishly, showing off the air of a little daughter.

Aunt Meng's hands in her sleeves were clenched into fists, and her body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

"It's nothing. How could my aunt be angry with you? There are sisters taking care of me in the nunnery. I'm very well. Don't let your mother worry. Die'er had better return to the capital as soon as possible."

Aunt Meng leaned back as she spoke, closing her eyes slightly to hide the disgust that could barely be concealed in her eyes.

"Aunt, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Cui Yudie said and turned to look at the medicine jar in the corner.

LiuXu quickly understood, "I'm here to serve the soup."

Jiang Shuyue stood aside and watched Cui Yudie's performance like a man in the air.

Seeing that the medicine jar was still steaming, Cui Yudie urged: "Don't be stunned, bring the medicine over quickly."

"No, I've already drank it. I'm extremely ill and there's no cure for it. Just give your mother a message and I won't bother her to bring me any medicinal materials from now on."

"Don't be discouraged, aunt. Take good care of yourself. You will get better one day."

Liuxu moved quickly and quickly poured half a bowl of soup and brought it over. Cui Yudie took the soup.

"Auntie, drink another half bowl. The doctor said that the effect of this medicine comes slowly. It doesn't matter if you take it more than once a day."

Cui Yudie moved the medicine bowl forward. Aunt Meng leaned against the bed and remained motionless, showing no intention of taking it and drinking it.

One of them ignored her, and the other stood in front of the bed, staring at each other. They were in a stalemate for a while.

Jiang Shuyue couldn't stand it any longer, and said quietly: "Miss Cui's filial piety is commendable, but it's a pity that the medicine in your hand is not suitable for your aunt's illness, and it won't be of any benefit to your aunt's illness."

"Impossible, these are all high-quality medicinal materials. If it weren't for my father..."

Cui Yudie glanced at Aunt Meng, who was resting on the bed with her eyes closed, and said in a different way: "If it had been anyone else, these medicinal herbs would not have been found."

Aunt Meng's eyes were still closed, and an imperceptible sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Jiang Shuyue carefully observed Cui Yudie's expression, and there was no guilt or panic. She concluded that Cui Yudie did not know that the precious medicinal materials she brought were mixed with heart-eating grass.

"Miss Cui, not to mention that precious medicinal materials are useful for patients. Aunt Meng is weak. It will be useless even if you get a century-old ginseng. If it is not replenished, it will be a life-threatening medicine."

"Sister Jiang, I...I don't know, what should I do?" Cui Yudie's hand shook slightly and she almost spilled the soup.

The maid Liu Xu quickly took the medicine bowl and put it down.

Everyone knew Jiang Shuyue's medical skills, and Cui Yudie believed in what she said.

Jiang Shuyue roughly guessed who was responsible for the poison from the conversation between the two.

In the big house, the legitimate daughter and the concubine are harmonious on the surface, but they are often incompatible behind the scenes.

Just like the original owner and Jiang Jiaojiao. The kind and simple person suffered a big loss in the end.

While Aunt Meng closed her eyes to rest, the pills melted in her stomach, and a chilly feeling spread to her limbs.

The feeling of chest tightness is significantly relieved, there is a cool feeling in the throat, and the feeling of wanting to cough disappears.

Aunt Meng secretly admired him, he was indeed a miracle doctor who was famous all over the capital.

Thinking that the grudge between himself and his eldest sister had nothing to do with the little girl in front of him, he adjusted his emotions.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Cui Yudie, who was deadlocked on the bed, "Die'er, please go back to your courtyard and rest. The smell of medicine in my room is so heavy that it won't smell like you. I know my own body well. Miss Jiang can help me." You don’t have to worry about prescribing medication.”

"Auntie, please have a good rest. Die'er will come see you tomorrow."

Cui Yudie was a little girl after all. No matter how deep her thoughts were, she never thought that someone in her family would take her aunt's life.

After bowing to Aunt Meng, he turned to look at Jiang Shuyue, "Thank you, Sister Jiang."

Watching her niece leading her maid away, Aunt Meng lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Jiang Shuyue saw that she was about to pick up the bowl of soup and medicine, so she hurriedly walked over and said, "Auntie, you still need to rest, so I'll do the work."

Just as Jiang Shuyue picked up the medicine bowl, footsteps sounded outside the door, and her aunt was bringing dinner.

Seeing Aunt Meng standing on the ground, the aunt asked with concern: "Is Sister Meng feeling better?"

"Sister, you're here just in time. Please help me remove the medicine bowl and everything else used to make medicine and throw them away."

"Sister Meng, can you survive without taking medicine?" The young aunt looked worried.

Aunt Meng said categorically: "Don't ask so many questions. I'll tell you another day. Take all these things away and throw them away. Don't enter the kitchen."

When the young aunt saw Aunt Meng's serious expression, she knew that what was going on here might not be simple, so she hurriedly put down the tray.

She took the medicine bowl from Jiang Shuyue's hand, picked up the medicine jar, and left quickly.

"Miss Jiang, did you guess who poisoned me?"

Aunt Meng had no intention of having dinner right away. She picked up a coat from the hanger, put it on, walked to the table and sat down.

Jiang Shuyue nodded slightly, "I probably guessed that it would be better for Aunt Meng to stay away from those so-called relatives in the future."

Aunt Meng pointed to another chair and motioned for Jiang Shuyue to sit down.

After Jiang Shuyue sat down, Aunt Meng reached out and pushed the window outward.

The window was half open, and a breeze blew into the house, bringing in a hint of the fresh air unique to the countryside, which diluted the smell of herbs in the house, and the air suddenly became fresher.

Aunt Meng looked far away, her thoughts drifting away again, and she spoke indifferently.

"That was more than twenty years ago..."