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"The person you saw should be my husband's other wife. She was ill and was unable to come to visit you in person. It was a pity."

It is not easy to say it now, as Mrs. Feng has already been dealt with by Lu Yong, so I can only use euphemisms.

She paused, and then continued, "I heard that the old lady likes stringed instruments, so I specially found a distant relative who is good at playing the pipa for her to add some leisurely joy. That's why I dare to send this visiting card. I would like to use this good news to express my respect. I look forward to enjoying this music together today."

Mother Hu carefully examined her and saw that she was gentle and decent in every frown and smile. Her movements were more stable and appropriate than those of the previous Feng. Her words were even more dense and smooth, and every word was a pearl without any flaws. She couldn't help but secretly praise her in her heart, "Why have I never seen you before?"

Jing Xiangxue replied calmly, "I was not feeling well on weekdays, and I spent most of my time recuperating in a quiet farm on the outskirts of the city. I only returned home recently to help with affairs."

The two of them walked slowly to the courtyard, and Mother Hu said, "Over the past few years, thanks to Lu Yong's dedication, my old bones have been able to hold on until now. Thank you, Master, on my behalf."

Upon hearing this, Jing Xiangxue looked humble and bowed, her words full of respect: "Old Madam, you are too kind. It is our honor to be favored by you. The friendship between Lord Hu and my master cannot be fully expressed with just one word 'thank you'."

A warm smile appeared on Hu's mother's lips. She raised her hand and waved, calling for Guo Yun, a famous musician in Linzhou City.

"It's a beautiful night, and the moonlight is beautiful. How about asking this great musician to play some music for us to liven up the mood?"

Jing Xiangxue glanced at Jiang Nianwei beside him, and seeing her nod solemnly, he suggested, "It's inevitable that it's a bit boring to enjoy the music of stringed instruments alone. Why don't we let my distant relative show off her skills? How about we play a competition of music together?"

Mother Hu instantly became interested. Ordinary music could not stir up waves in her heart, but the fighting music was very lively, testing the skills of both of them and the collision of techniques.

Mother Hu could not help but reply: "Such a refined thing is really rare."

Then she coughed several times and felt chest tightness. The maid next to her advised: "Old lady, do you want some medicine?"

Mother Hu shook her head and said, "Don't spoil the fun, just get started!"

Guo Yun held the guqin and glanced at the veiled woman beside him.

As a leader in the Linzhou music world, he had a high opinion of himself. How could he compete with this unknown person? He felt resentful, but did not dare to offend Old Madam Hu. He could only sit down reluctantly and glanced at Jiang Nianwei with contempt.

Today, let him teach this ignorant youngster a lesson.

Guo Yun stroked the guqin with a detached attitude. The sound of the strings was leisurely, like a clear spring in the mountains, gurgling and instantly washing away the surrounding noise.

Jiang Nianwei started singing only after he played the prelude. If she heard correctly, it was the famous song "Spring River Moon Night".

As the sound of a pipa rang out, Mother Hu's eyes suddenly lit up and her attention was drawn to the sound of the pipa.

Jiang Nianwei plucked the pipa lightly with her fingertips, and the sound seemed to contain endless emotions of the singer.

It contains both deep tenderness and indescribable helplessness. The melody is as gentle as drizzling rain and as an echo in a valley, which makes people feel pity and the vicissitudes of life.

The two men's piano skills are equally good and it is difficult to tell who is better.

But the difference is that the sound of the woman's pipa is infused with more emotions, making people involuntarily immersed in it and resonate with it.

Guo Yun couldn't help but sweat on his forehead. He was playing the piano as fast as he could, but he could only barely keep up with the sound of her pipa.

When the song ended, the lingering sound lingered in the air, and Mother Hu couldn't help but applaud, her eyes full of praise: "Thank you both for letting me hear such a moving piece of music."

After that, she turned to Jing Xiangxue, her tone full of emotion: "What you said is true. This distant relative's piano skills are indeed extraordinary. Compared with Guo Yun, his piano skills are even more touching. It can be seen that the beauty of piano music is not only the exquisite skills, but also the deep affection, which can attract people and move their hearts."

Hearing this, Guo Yun sighed softly, feeling mixed emotions of shame and reluctance.

He has always been proud of his piano skills and considers himself the best.

However, he did not expect that he would be surpassed by an unknown woman today, and his pride disappeared in an instant.

"I am not as skilled as you, so I have to admit defeat." He whispered, unable to hide his disappointment in his words. Then he found an excuse and left in a hurry.

Mother Hu sighed softly, then waved for Jiang Nianwei to come over, "The music you played is profound, just like an old woman in her sixties like me."

Jiang Nianwei sighed inwardly. It had indeed been several decades in all these lives, otherwise she would not have been able to play such a piece of music.

Mother Hu said slowly in a gentle and loving tone: "You are in your prime and have achieved such accomplishments. It is rare. I am very happy. I wonder what I should call you?"

Jiang Nianwei bowed and replied, "Thanks to the old lady's kindness, you can call me Miss Sanniang."

Mother Hu smiled and said gently, "Sanniang, I have an unwelcome request in my heart. I hope you will not be offended. I wonder if you can do me the honor of staying in this mansion for a few more days and keep me, an old widow, company?"

Jiang Nianwei was secretly delighted. This was exactly the opportunity she had been looking for. However, she remained calm and responded modestly:

"Old Madam, you are too kind. As long as I can win your favor, Nianwei will obey your orders. I am willing to accompany you here to relieve your worries."

If I could stay by Hu's mother's side, I would be able to find out the cause of her illness through observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, and would be able to find the right prescription, lend a helping hand and relieve her pain.

Seeing that the two of them had completed their plan, Jing Xiangxue couldn't help but smile warmly.

During the days she stayed at the Hu residence, Jiang Nianwei not only played music for Hu's mother, but also found some clues during the conversations with her.

It was not until three days later that Hu's mother suddenly began to cough up blood and her face turned pale, but she insisted on refusing to invite a doctor.

She lifted up Mother Hu's wrist and took the opportunity to feel her pulse, only to find that the symptoms did not seem like an illness but rather like poisoning.

Jiang Nianwei's heart trembled: "Old Madam, Sanniang dares to ask, in addition to nausea and abdominal pain, do you occasionally faint or have convulsions?"

"How do you know this?"

Normally, she would hide from Jiang Nianwei when she had an attack. Could it be that this girl had discovered something unusual?

"My daughter's grandfather was murdered and died with regret. His death scene is strikingly similar to what you are experiencing right now. Seeing this, I can't help but feel compassion for him."

She pretended to cry, which dispelled some of Hu's mother's doubts.

Upon hearing this, Mother Hu frowned slightly, as if she was chewing over these words in her mind, "Who in this world has not experienced illness and pain? But to talk about poisoning is a bit too bizarre."

Jiang Nianwei wiped away her tears: "My daughter knows a little bit about medicine. I wonder which famous doctor diagnosed the old lady?"

"He is the most famous doctor in Linzhou City. If he is helpless, what can a little girl like you do? But thanks to the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum sent by your uncle every year, I have been able to survive until now."

The thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is fake, I'm afraid the poisoning is the real thing.

This despicable act is very similar to the way Lu Yong poisoned his grandparents.

Jiang Nianwei's eyes moved slightly: "Old Madam, why not invite a few more doctors to come and check, I'm sure they will have different diagnoses."

Mother Hu waved her hands and refused, "Child, I appreciate your kindness, but I know my own physical condition better than anyone else."

Jiang Nianwei consoled her, "I heard that your grandson just got married. If another year or so passes, your great-grandson will surely be born, and four generations will surely live together under one roof."

These words moved Mother Hu's heart: "You, girl, are not only excellent at playing the zither, but also good at observing people's hearts. Well, let Xiaohong go outside and invite a few doctors with excellent medical skills to come to the house."

"Madam, don't bother Xiaohong, I'll go there myself!"

She thought to herself that since Mother Hu was poisoned, the maids around her would become suspicious and not trustworthy, so it would be best to act with caution.

Mother Hu had no doubts: "Thank you for the hard work of making this trip. Remember to be careful on the road and come back quickly."

After Jiang Nianwei left the house, she asked Yuwen Long to pay more attention to Hu's mother's condition, "Remember, don't let anyone have the opportunity to persecute her."

Yuwen Long was extremely cautious. "Miss Jiang, please rest assured. I will complete the task."

In the name of the Hu Mansion, Jiang Nianwei sincerely invited several famous doctors with superb medical skills to come to the mansion to treat Hu's mother.

Jiang Nianwei invited several famous doctors in the name of the Hu family to consult. They took turns to feel Hu's mother's pulse and discussed the matter privately.

In the name of the Hu Mansion, Jiang Nianwei sincerely invited several famous doctors with superb medical skills to come to the mansion to examine Hu's mother's health in detail.

After taking the patient's pulse carefully, the doctors stepped aside and whispered to each other, exchanging their experiences and concerns.

After a while, an older and more experienced doctor slowly spoke up: "Miss, we just worked together to check the old lady's pulse. The pulse we felt was different from normal. It doesn't seem like tuberculosis, but it seems like she was poisoned by arsenic."

Xiao Hong, who was standing beside the bed, suddenly tensed up and said in panic, "You quacks, how could the old lady be poisoned by arsenic? Could it be that you are not good at medicine and just make assumptions, so you jump to conclusions and shirk responsibility?"

Jiang Nianwei understood: "Miss Xiaohong, aren't you also trying to shirk responsibility by saying this? You are the maid closest to the old lady on weekdays."