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A look of guilt flashed across Wen Wanqing's face. She rushed forward to stop them, saying, "You're not allowed to touch him! Who knows what bad intentions you have!"

Zhan Miao quickly stepped in front of her: "Miss Wen, we are even more concerned about the city lord's safety than you are!"

Wen Wanqing choked, then raised her voice: "You're talking nonsense! You clearly want to kill him!"

Zhan Miao glanced indifferently at the broken soup bowl on the ground and the remaining soup stains: "Whether it's nonsense or not, the physician will know for sure after he takes the pulse. Your desperate obstruction only makes people suspect that the city lord's sudden coma is related to you."

In short, it hits the nail on the head.

Wen Wanqing's expression changed drastically, her eyes darting around in a panic. She then immediately feigned grievance: "I... I was just worried about the city lord! With so many of you barging in, what if you disturb the city lord? Who could bear the consequences! I serve the city lord's daily needs day and night. Heaven and earth can bear witness to my loyalty to the city lord!"

Mo Ziyu finally turned his head slowly and looked at Wen Wanqing, his eyes as cold as ice: "You mean, the bowl of soup you fed him just now?"

Wen Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips began to tremble: "You, how do you know about Tang? Were you spying on me?"

Mo Ziyu scoffed, his tone full of mockery: "You really think you've covered your tracks perfectly? Do you think you can really control everything in the Jingcheng City Lord's Mansion?"

During this period, he secretly gathered his old subordinates in the mansion and planted spies, so he already knew everything about Wen Wanqing's every move.

From her secret contact with outsiders to her clandestine purchase of medicinal herbs, and then to her special preparation of that soup today, every step she took was observed by him.

He just hadn't expected that this woman would be so bold as to poison the soup and harm Mo Lingyue.

Taking advantage of the brief pause between the two, the physician quickly approached Mo Lingyue, knelt down, and placed his hand on Mo's wrist to feel his pulse. The moment his fingertips touched the pulse, the physician's expression changed drastically. His brows furrowed tightly, and he repeatedly probed the pulse with his fingers, cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

"How is it?" Mo Ziyu asked in a deep voice.

The physician swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "Young Lord, the Lord has been poisoned by a slow-acting poison. In addition, the soup he just ate contained a potent medicine. The two poisons clashed, causing a sudden attack. The excruciating pain has led to his unconsciousness. This poison is extremely vicious and has been lingering for a long time; it's clearly not something that has been going on for just a day or two."

The room fell silent after he finished speaking.

Wen Wanqing staggered back a step, her face ashen.

She didn't use any slow-acting poison at all. She just used medicine to reduce internal heat because she didn't want him to touch her during her pregnancy.

In addition, some drugs that would cause infertility were added without anyone noticing.

He was her support; she never wanted him dead.

But to her utter surprise, the physician diagnosed that he had been poisoned with a slow-acting poison for a long time. What was going on?

She's probably in a situation she couldn't clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River!

Mo Ziyu repeated in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Wen Wanqing as if he were looking at a dead man: "So from the very beginning, you were not truly attached to Father, but rather you were plotting and scheming to harm him."

Wen Wanqing screamed, tears streaming down her face: "I didn't! You framed me! It was you! You conspired with the physician to slander me! This poison has nothing to do with me. I made the soup, but I didn't poison it at all! It was you, you wanted to get rid of me, so you made up this lie!"

She struggled frantically, trying to rush over and push the physician aside, but Zhan Miao held her shoulders firmly, preventing her from moving.

Zhan Miao was quite strong and had a very skillful technique. With just a light touch, he made her unable to struggle at all.

Zhan Miao's voice was calm, yet every word was clear: "Miss Wen, now that things have come to this, there's no use in making excuses. The soup bowl on the ground is still there, and the remaining soup can be easily examined. The dregs of medicine you hid in your room have probably already been found. Do you think you can still get away with this?"

Wen Wanqing's pupils suddenly contracted.

dregs of medicine!

She always handled the herbs very carefully after using them, but how could they still be found?

Just then, a guard strode in, knelt on one knee, and held a cloth bag in his hands: "Young City Lord, Miss Zhan, we found these unused medicinal herbs and the dregs left over from brewing medicine in the hidden compartment under the stove in Miss Wen's side hall. Please take a look, Young City Lord."

The physician's face darkened upon seeing the contents of the cloth bag: "Young Lord, these are the medicinal herbs corresponding to the poison you have been afflicted with! Several of them are extremely potent; if mixed into a soup, they could cause the poison to erupt instantly, damaging your internal organs!"

The evidence is irrefutable, and there is no way to defend oneself.

Wen Wanqing's body went limp, and she could no longer support herself. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground.

That delicate and charming demeanor shattered completely, leaving only despair and madness in her eyes.

She suddenly looked up, staring intently at Mo Ziyu, and laughed venomously: "It must be that you used such despicable means to frame me in order to get rid of me. Once the city lord wakes up, he will never believe you!"

She continued cursing, "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but the son of his abandoned wife! Everything in Jingcheng should belong to me, and to the child in my womb!"

Mo Ziyu looked at him as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his eyes icy cold. "You really think your little tricks can fool everyone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lingyue slowly woke up.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw Wen Wanqing rushing towards him with tears in her eyes, crying out, "Lord of the City, you, you must do justice for Wanqing!"

Mo Lingyue squeezed his eyes shut, his mind replaying the memory of him collapsing after drinking soup.

He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her chin tightly, demanding, "Tell me the truth, what exactly did you put in that soup?"

Wen Wanqing stared in astonishment, forgetting even to cry.

Ever since she got together with Mo Lingyue, she has always been his precious darling. Not to mention how ruthlessly he pinches her chin, even when their skin is touching, he will be very careful and protective.

Now, however, his face was so ferocious that it terrified her so much that she trembled all over.

After a long while, she finally sobbed, "Lord, you...you hurt me!"

Mo Lingyue not only ignored him, but even exerted more force. He roared, "Stop pretending! I almost died from the pain just now because I drank the soup you fed me!"

Wen Wanqing's scalp tingled with pain. She explained with difficulty, "That was just a regular tonic soup. Even if I had the greatest courage in the world, I wouldn't dare to harm you, City Lord!"

Mo Ziyu stepped forward and said, "Since she doesn't dare to speak, then I will speak for her. I have already ordered people to dig out the dregs of the medicine from her yard, and even obtained the remaining poison. She is not trying to nourish Father's body; she clearly wants to kill you!"

The evidence was laid out before Mo Lingyue, stinging his eyes.

In the past, Mo Lingyue would never have believed it.

But he experienced true, unbearable pain!

He now only feels hatred towards Wen Wanqing!

Mo Lingyue gripped the packet of medicine dregs, still smelling of dirt, so tightly that his knuckles turned white, almost crushing the rough cloth packet.