Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

After Meng Tingyue's emergency rescue, the poison in Erquan's stomach was finally discharged through vomiting.

When his breathing gradually stabilized, the newly hired doctor arrived in time.

After placing Erquan properly in the doctor's hands, Meng Tingyue turned around and quietly left the room.

As soon as Yan Hong saw Meng Tingyue, she knelt down involuntarily, her voice trembling, "This servant has failed in her duty and failed to conduct a thorough inspection. I beg the Crown Princess to forgive me."

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyes, her probing gaze seemingly able to penetrate people's hearts, and fell on Yan Hong, but her tone was as gentle as before: "Have you found out who did this?"

Yan Hong quickly replied, "It has been investigated, and the criminal has been captured. He is currently being held in the woodshed."

"Lead me there."

Yan Hong led Meng Tingyue into the messy woodshed.

A tightly tied man in the woodshed came into view.

The man's eyes were full of fear, and his body was shaking slightly due to the violent struggle.

The guard standing by roughly tore off the cloth stuffed in his mouth.

He took a sharp breath and uttered a trembling plea: "Please spare my life, I really don't know anything!"

Qingdian's eyes were like torches: "I sent you to poison you."

The man shook his head desperately, his face as pale as paper, and his voice was filled with tears: "I really don't know where the poison came from. Please believe me!"

Meng Tingyue frowned slightly and looked at him sharply: "Are you the one in charge of making the medicine?"

"Yes... I made it, but I really don't know how the medicine could be poisonous!" The man spoke incoherently, his fear evident in his words.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue tilted her head slightly and looked at Yan Hong, "Where is the person in charge of testing for poison?"

"I'll get the person right away." Upon hearing this, Yan Hong immediately bowed, turned around and went out to look for the person with light steps.

After Yan Hong disappeared outside the door, Meng Tingyue slowly spoke, his voice cold and inquiring, "On weekdays, are you personally responsible for decocting the medicine?

"I made the medicine, but I really didn't poison it. I wouldn't dare to poison it even if I had a hundred guts." The man's tone was filled with panic and innocence.

"Where do those medicinal herbs come from?" Meng Tingyue continued to ask.

"A girl gave it to me."

"Girl?" Meng Tingyue repeated softly, a hint of doubt flashing across his brows.

Just as she was lost in thought, Yan Hong had already led a maid into the house.

Ah Zao knelt on the ground and whispered softly, "Your servant Ah Zao greets the Crown Princess."

When the man saw Ah Zao, he felt like he had seen a savior. He said anxiously, "It's her! It was this girl who gave me the herbs and asked me to boil them."

Meng Tingyue's scrutinizing gaze fell on Ah Zao. "Are you the one responsible for delivering the medicine and testing for poison?"

Ah Zao lowered her head even lower, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "Replying to the Crown Princess, it is this servant."

Meng Tingyue's eyes were sharp, as if she could see through people's hearts. "Since you were in charge of the poison test, why didn't you notice that the medicine contained a deadly poison?"

Ah Zao's body trembled slightly, and she lowered her head and replied, "I don't know. When I tested the herbs, there was nothing unusual about them. They were clearly non-toxic."

"Where is the silver needle used to test for poison this morning?" There was a subtle sharpness in Meng Tingyue's voice.

"It has been lost by me." A Zao answered timidly, her eyes flickering.

Yan Hong frowned when she heard this, and her eyes wandered on Ah Zao, wondering how she could easily discard such a crucial item.

"Where did you lose it?"

"Throw...throw it into the trash can." Ah Zao's voice was as thin as a mosquito, and his head drooped even lower.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue's gaze moved and slowly fell on Yan Hong who was standing beside her. Her eyes seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

Yan Hong's heart tightened, but she forced herself to remain calm and whispered, "Those waste items have been cleared out this morning..."

A sneer appeared on Meng Tingyue's lips, and her eyes were as deep as the night, revealing a hint of coldness.

"Since that's the case, send someone to look for it immediately and make sure it's recovered. Also, collect all the silver needles you've used these days. Don't leave any behind. If you miss any, I'll hold you accountable."

Having said that, she turned her gaze to the trembling Yan Hong beside her, and her tone became even more stern: "Yan Hong, the responsibility for this omission is yours."

"From now on, you will take full responsibility for the affairs of Erquan. If there is any further misstep... I will report to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and have you removed from my side. I will not keep useless people around me."

Yan Hong's pupils shrank suddenly, and her knees bent involuntarily, kneeling neatly. "This servant will do her best and will never let the Crown Princess down again."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue turned her gaze back to the tied-up man, "Keep him under guard until the culprit is found."

The man was about to speak, trying to buy a chance of survival with words, but the guard moved quickly and covered his mouth with one hand. He was left with only a look of fear in his eyes as he watched Meng Tingyue's back gradually walk away.

On the side, the doctor had completed a detailed examination of Erquan, picked up his pen, and wrote a new prescription.

Meng Tingyue took the prescription, her long eyelashes trembling slightly. She reviewed it word by word, and after confirming that it was correct, she gently handed it to Yan Hong.

It was already late in the afternoon when she returned to the Prince's Mansion from the farmyard.

As soon as she entered the mansion, Qinglan, who was waiting at the door, seemed to have seen a savior. She hurried forward, her voice filled with undisguised panic, "Crown Princess, this is bad. Something's happened to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Hearing this, a trace of panic flashed in Meng Tingyue's eyes, and a fear arose in her heart that she could not even understand.

"Where is the prince now?" she asked anxiously, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suddenly fell ill in the military camp. He has been urgently summoned to the palace by the Emperor and is being escorted into the palace by the Royal Guards." Qinglan said in an anxious tone.

"Enter the palace." Upon hearing this, Meng Tingyue turned around and walked out the door without hesitation.

"Faster." Inside the carriage, Meng Tingyue's voice, with a hint of urgency, floated gently through the curtains.

The driver was startled when he heard this, and he waved the reins more frequently. The horse seemed to feel the urgency of its master, and its four hooves were flying, and the contact between the wheels and the ground became rapid and powerful.

However, in the midst of this gallop, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Meng Tingyue and Qinglan were caught off guard, their bodies leaning forward slightly, almost losing their balance, a hint of surprise flashed across their brows.

"Why did you stop suddenly?" Meng Tingyue's voice revealed a hint of displeasure. She quickly lifted the curtain and looked out of the car with her bright eyes.

The driver quickly replied, "My Lady Princess, there's a man down the road who has suddenly fallen ill and is lying in the middle of the road, making it difficult for the carriage to pass."

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue suddenly opened the curtain, got off the carriage with the help of the servants, and walked quickly to the sick old man.