After entering the book, I emptied the warehouse of my foster mother's house to farm

The person Yueying saw on the register with the shopkeeper was Prince An.

There are a total of twenty-two records in the restaurant's private rooms today, which means there are twenty-two tables of guests.

But there is only one possibility that someone they know, that is, the person behind the scenes, might have sent the poisoned roast duck to Ji's house in his name.

"interesting."

Just as she thought, even if Yueying did not go to Zuixianlou, the poisonous roast duck would eventually appear on her dining table.

The other party wanted to poison himself and then frame Prince An, making the poisoning incident a closed loop that even Prince An could not argue with, thus keeping himself out of the matter and leaving no trace.

The cook, Old Man Qi, who died in Zhima Hutong, was most likely killed to silence him after the mission was accomplished.

Once a person dies, the clue is gone.

Who did it?

Does this have anything to do with the fact that Her Royal Highness the Princess has always remained neutral?

It’s really… getting more and more complicated.

Yueying still felt guilty for her negligence that led to Ji Zixuan's poisoning. Although Jiang was fortunately not in danger of his life, Ji Zixuan would still have to lie in bed for three to five days and need to be carefully recuperated.

"Miss, the lady is back."

When Jiang Hao heard that Jiang had returned, she thought that someone must have told her about Ji Zixuan's poisoning, so she quickly got up and went out: "Send a message to the blind man, and ask him to get to the bottom of it."

Jiang did rush back after hearing that Ji Zixuan was poisoned, but she was more concerned about whether Jiang Hao, who was eating at the table, was okay.

"Mom, I'm really fine."

After Jiang Hao patiently explained to her, it really didn't seem like anything was wrong, so she felt relieved.

"Come with me to see your brother, he also has a miserable life."

Jiang sighed and shook her head gently.

Ji Zixuan's life was indeed very hard. He almost suffocated to death in his mother's womb, and he also had many ups and downs growing up. He finally got better and let it go, but now he was poisoned again.

"It's okay, it will be fine after a few days, don't worry."

Ji Zixuan hadn't woken up yet, and Jiang Shi felt a little guilty towards him, so she took the initiative to stay and look after him.

Jiang Hao had a lot of things to do, and he was very happy to see that Jiang was willing to stay.

When Ji Zixuan woke up, the first person he saw when he opened his eyes was his beloved mother. He was afraid that the poison had been cured.

Jiang Hao came out from the front yard and saw Uncle Ming waiting at the gate. When he saw her come out, he bent down even lower.

"County Lord."

When Jiang Hao approached, he immediately said, "It was the old servant who sent someone to the other courtyard to invite the lady. The young master is sick and misses his mother."

You are quite considerate of Ji Zixuan!

Jiang Hao didn't stop and walked straight out, and Uncle Ming hurriedly followed.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if the Madam didn't come?"

If he didn't come, would Ji Zixuan be sad when he heard people talking about him? And how would he think of his wife?

Uncle Ming had of course taken into consideration what would happen if Jiang didn't come, so he asked the person who went there to tell the lady that the eldest son would eat at the same table with the county lady.

Even if the lady does not feel sorry for the eldest son, she will definitely return home because she cares about the county lady.

After returning home, what does it matter who arrives first and who arrives later?

"I just hope that the eldest master and the county lady will be well."

This was also the old man’s wish until his death.

The county lady and the eldest son did not ask for the same sympathy as the old man's suffering, but they still wanted to help him fulfill his wish before they closed their eyes after serving him for decades.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hao stopped, tilted his head slightly, looked at Uncle Ming deeply, then turned around and walked away.