Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

"Mrs. Fu, I think there is something more important that I need to tell you." Since the other party did not intend to tell them everything he saw, Fang Wushuang was not in a hurry.

She pulled out a medicine bottle from the bag she was carrying.

It was the snake gall flower that Fu Xiuyuan used to give to Mrs. Fu.

The two were too lazy to help with the substitution every day, so they simply took advantage of the dark and windy night to steal the thing directly from Fu Xiuyuan... uh, took it from him.

Don't say that they treated this villain unfairly. They actually replaced a bottle of medicine for him to recuperate.

If Fu Xiuyuan took the medicine himself, he wouldn't have to be poisoned by the insect and the disease would be cured directly.

But there was no way. This villain was so kind-hearted and filial that he didn't keep any for himself and secretly gave it to Mrs. Fu every day.

Otherwise, considering how little Madam Fu cared about her health, how could she appear in front of others as if nothing had happened?

This Fu Xiuyuan is really a powerful filial son, Yida... bah, it just comes out smoothly.

"This was originally the medicine that the Second Young Master added to your diet every day. Given that the effect was surprisingly deadly, I dared to replace it with a tonic."

"Do you think you will satisfy the second coward's wish, or save your life and fight back?"

Mrs. Fu: “???”

!!!

She retorted without thinking: "How is this possible? Yuan'er has always been well-behaved, how could it be possible..."

"So someone who developed a poisonous insect to harm others and ended up suffering the consequences of his own actions can also be described as well-behaved?"

Fang Wushuang asked the question sincerely, and then was poked by Duan Tinghan's elbow.

"Junior sister loves to exaggerate." He spoke softly, interrupting Madam Fu's words, his eyes smiling, "It's just to turn a good person into a madman, to make him mentally collapse and then control him at will, or to kill him if he's in a bad mood."

"By the way, Mrs. Fu." He blinked casually, "What did you want to say just now?"

How could Mrs. Fu say anything else?

She was also enlightened at this moment. Yes, no matter how much she ignored it, it was an indisputable fact that this poisonous insect was developed by Fu Xiuyuan.

For a person who can use such cruel means, what's so unbelievable about it is that he is just using one more drug that can drive people crazy or cause mental breakdown to harm others?

This is the good son she has loved wholeheartedly for so many years.

A son who is unlike her and Fu Huairen in every way except for his skin color.

That weird speculation popped up again. Is this really her and Fu Huairen's child? Or... is Fu Huairen... really still Fu Huairen?

Or is he possessed by some evil creature?

"So, Madam Fu, do you want to save your life and fight back?"

Fang Wushuang asked again, her voice seemed to have a magical power that could not be ignored.

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Mrs. Fu didn't know how she accepted the poison handed to her by Fang Wushuang, nor did she remember how she walked to the master's study, which she had never been to in seven years.

Hearing the noise, the servant pushed open the door and looked inside, then returned to report, "Master, it's the Madam."

The man who seemed to be working seriously at the long rectangular table had actually finished his work long ago, in order to prevent the ghost lady from running away to eat melons. Fu Guanci, who was pretending to be a page turner and reading to the ghost lady, said: "?"

What an unexpected person came.

Shen Zhinian raised his head quickly. Who has the mind to read a storybook?

"My hunch tells me that there must be a major discovery. Quick, Ah Xiang, let Madam Fu in."

Fu Guanci put away the script as if nothing had happened, and said calmly, "Let her in."

Just as Mrs. Fu rarely faced Fang Wushuang and Duan Tinghan alone, she was even more unfamiliar with Fu Guanci.

The man was wearing a moon-white robe with silver thread patterns, which made his figure look as tall and straight as a cypress. He wore a jade crown to tie his hair and had handsome features. This was an outfit he had never worn in the past seven years.

Or rather, he didn't know since when, but those black clothes that he had never worn again, which were so dark as to avoid being stained with blood and attract attention, now seemed to be alive.

He sat upright in the middle of the room. Although it was clearly a study room for only one person, there was an extra wooden chair next to him.

Weird, yet inexplicably harmonious, as if it should be this way.

Mrs. Fu didn't know that in the seemingly empty seat, a woman was looking at her with curiosity.

It was only at this moment that she finally realized whether she had taken her indifference to her eldest son for granted.

Obviously...at the beginning, she was also heartbroken because of the loss of her child.

The servant brought her to the chair and said, "Madam, please sit down."

However, Mrs. Fu, who sat down, became more and more uneasy. She didn't know what she wanted to do here. It was completely unconscious.

In a daze, she suddenly thought of Fang Wushuang's question just now.

Is it because your eye disease has improved that you are seeing things you shouldn’t be seeing?

She did see it.

She saw a scene that she would never forget, but the other party did not know that her eye disease had been cured, nor did he know that she was pretending to sleep at the time.

The fear in her heart outweighed her embarrassment at the moment. She took a deep breath and compared herself with Wushuang and her incomplete trust in each other, or perhaps the mentality that family disgrace should not be made public.

Fu Guanci, who had never been close to her, made her feel more at ease.

Knowing that Fu Guanci didn't like to hear polite nonsense, she mustered up her courage and asked, "Guanci...was it you who arranged the rumors about San and Qi Xiangxun?"

Perhaps it was the incense in the study that made people feel calm, or perhaps it was because nothing could possibly go wrong where Fu Guanci was, and Mrs. Fu's tense mood finally relaxed.

She became more and more certain that the discussions of the servants at that time were intentional and she happened to hear them.

It was then that she began to doubt Fu Huairen. It was also then that she became unsure of who the person next to her was and began to suffer sleepless nights.

The man's voice was cold, and he didn't seem surprised by Mrs. Fu's strange behavior. He just asked, "What do you want to know?"

Sure enough.

Mrs. Fu's fingers tightly grasped the armrest, and her knuckles turned white because of the excessive force: "Is your father... Huairen possessed by something?"

Afraid that he would deny it, Mrs. Fu looked straight at him, her voice choked with sobs: "You don't have to hide it from me... He is not Huairen... I just realized it now."

"Who is he? Where is my Huairen..."

It turned out to be because of this matter. It seems that letting the servants spread the truth worked.

Fu Guanci withdrew his gaze. He had not intended to hide it from Mrs. Fu. Although the truth was painful, the parties involved also had the right to know the truth of that year.

He was silent for a moment, then pointed out tactfully, "The one you worship every year is not only the one you miss, but also the one who sleeps beside you now."

The person who is offering sacrifices is...Qi Xiangxun.

And the person she missed... was Fu Huairen, who had always existed in her memory and with whom she had spent every bit of time.

Mrs. Fu seemed to be stunned for a long time before she finally understood the truth that was not at all ordinary: "...Identity swap...?"