One touch and one silence

Since the madam of Yifengyuan was able to sit in the position of madam, how could she not know what Mudan was planning.

fair enough.

As soon as Zhao Xiaojing walked out of the door, he saw a lot of people gathered at the entrance of Yifengyuan to watch the excitement.

"My daughter! Wait! Put on some clothes! You are not well yet, don't catch a cold again."

The madam ran over with tears in her eyes, holding her cloak. Her eyes were full of heartache as she saw Mudan leaving with the people from the Dali Temple.

The onlookers were watching the excitement. Some understood what was going on, while others knew nothing. They gathered together to discuss the matter.

"Who is that? Why was he arrested by the Dali Temple?"

"I heard that a few days ago, the son of a marquis died in Yifengyuan."

"Could this girl be the murderer?"

"What are you talking about? This girl looks so weak, can she kill that guy?"

"Don't you see how heavy that person was? I think he might be too fat. He was too excited while playing and died! Is this kind of thing rare?" A voice with a particularly obscene tone responded to the ears of those present.

Someone immediately agreed, "If it were me, I would be willing to spend a night with her like this, even if it meant being a ghost under a flower!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was ridiculed by many people.

"Looking at your poor appearance, the money in your pocket is cleaner than your face. I'm afraid you can't even enter the gate of Yifengyuan!"

Hahahaha...

The ridicule from the crowd made the man look a little ugly.

"Not really! It's still okay to be a pimp!" another person said mockingly.

Mudan was furious when she saw that her goal was ruined by a dirty poor guy.

I cursed them in my heart as a bunch of trash.

"Mom! The Dali Temple will definitely give my daughter justice." The girl's weak voice seemed particularly lovable in the cold autumn wind, and in the weather where it had just rained. Her face looked particularly pale.

Some people in the crowd already expressed their disapproval of the Dali Temple's actions, and some even started whispering.

At this time, a voice suddenly shouted to my mother in the crowd, "Mom, you should quickly put the cloak on Miss Mudan! Lord Yuan from the Dali Temple will not wrongly accuse a good person."

Mudan was so angry that she was about to die. Just when she had begun to feel some pity for herself, this stinky scholar popped up again. Her eyes turned red with anger.

But she said, "Thank you for your concern, Master. I believe that Master Yuan will definitely clear my name."

After saying this, he bowed to the onlookers.

Now people are more convinced of her innocence.

Yuan Wuqing walked further and further away, and Zhao Xiaojing didn't know whether to leave or stay. He was so anxious that blisters formed on the corners of his mouth.

He had no choice but to step forward and remind her, "Miss Mudan, let's hurry up. If we go early, we can come back early."

Mudan looked back every few steps, reluctantly bidding farewell to her mother in Yifengyuan.

This made the onlookers feel that this person who looked like a fairy from heaven must be innocent and definitely not the murderer.

Someone even shouted loudly behind Zhao Xiaojing and his group, "Don't be afraid, Miss Mudan. If we really wrongly accuse you, we will go to the Dali Temple to seek justice for you."

"That's right, Miss Peony, don't be afraid."

Mudan, who was walking behind Zhao Xiaojing, finally raised the corners of her mouth in satisfaction after hearing these words.

The Seventh Prince?

Ha ha!

Nanzhi did not return to the Dali Temple, but returned to her study.

She kept thinking about how Shi Baocheng died. Was it really a sudden illness? What kind of disease could make a person die instantly without any reaction? She really couldn't think of it.

What kind of disease is it that even the coroner can’t diagnose it?

Nanzhi recalled the scenes she had seen, especially the look in Mudan's eyes when she looked at Shi Baocheng at that time.

She really didn't show any perfunctory, impatience or even disgust on his face.

"Liu Yue, ask someone to go to Miss Mudan's hometown to check. I always feel that this person is not simple, but I can't see why she is not simple."

Nanzhi was also speechless. This was the Waterloo of her career, and there were things that she couldn't see.

"Your Highness, didn't you figure it out?"

Liu Yue’s expression was unreadable. Nanzhi glanced at her and nodded.

Is that why she felt something was odd?

If he really died of a sudden illness, he should have felt uncomfortable before he died, right? She didn't see any trace of discomfort in that guy's memory.

He even fell on the table while laughing and died.

"Liu Yue, what disease in the world can kill a person instantly without causing any pain?"

Liu Yue frowned slightly, thought about it and replied, "I don't think I've heard of it."

There was nothing wrong with the food and wine, and neither was there anything wrong with the flowers in the house. There was not a single scar on the body, and no signs of death from poisoning. This was very strange. What kind of killing method could kill a person so silently and without causing any pain at all?

We don't even know how he died.

Nanzhi was stumped for the first time.

"No, I still have to go and see the hands of this girl called Peony."

This is the simplest and fastest way.

I tried twice today and was interrupted both times. It's really unlucky.

Aunt Fang at the door came over with a bowl of soup, smiling.

"Your Highness, you must be tired! Have some soup to warm yourself up. This is the pheasant that Master Liu Yue caught for you last night in the mountains. He stewed it early in the morning."

When Nanzhi came in from Nanny Fang, she smelled the fragrance of the chicken soup in his hand.

"Wow! It smells so good. Ma'am, your cooking skills are getting better and better."

Nanzhi took a sip and found that Codonopsis pilosula was added to it, just like what she had eaten in the restaurant in her previous life.

The smell of this herb is not strong and does not affect the taste of the muscles at all.

Nanzhi drank the full bowl of chicken soup happily, and she felt her body instantly warmed up.

Not long after she finished drinking, she felt a little sleepy, yawned and stretched.

"I'm a little sleepy. I'm going to sleep now. Liu Yue, go and see if there's an opportunity for us to be a sneaky thief and go again to steal someone's love."

After Nanzhi finished speaking, she yawned loudly again. Nanny Fang put down the bowl in her hand and waited for Nanzhi to rest first.

Liu Yue felt that this was a bit problematic, so she didn't leave but stood there waiting for Nanny Fang to come out.

After a while, Nanny Fang came out.

“What do you put in your soup?”

Liu Yue stood there holding the sword, releasing all his aura.

Others may be afraid of these two maids, but she is not.

"Don't worry, my lord. I put some calming herbs in it. Doctor Xu said that the master should rest more. But you see, the master can't sit still. I had no choice but to ask for help from Doctor Xu. Only then did I put some calming herbs in it under his instruction."

Momo explained to Liuyue that they belonged to different backgrounds and there was no question of who was higher or lower in status, so Momo was naturally not afraid of Liuyue.

The master behind her is the emperor, and Liu Yue's master is the Seventh Prince. Both of them are doing this for the good of the Seventh Prince, and there is no conflict.