Of course, people from all involved families quickly arrived at the manor after they found out about poisoning incident in the traditional medicine competition.
The rules of traditional medicine competition are involved life and death. Since ancient times, medicine and poison have belonged to the same family.
If one can't even sense that he has been poisoned, he is not a competent pharmacist.
After walking out of the Qingxin Tea House, Jiang Ning went to the house of Divine Physician Xue, got a few medical books, and then returned to the Marquis Mansion.
Back at the Marquis' Mansion, she was ready to visit her mother first.
On the way, she will need to pass by the Reception Pavilion.
Halfway through the way, she looked around and saw a familiar maid sneaking outside Reception Hall. The maid walked lightly, walked to the door, and pressed her face against it.
"The Lady's conditions are truly tempting to me as well; What should I do about this?" He pretended to look troubled, which made Murong Yun and Xue Dao both nervous.
He hesitated to make a decision until Murong Yun couldn't contain her impatience and grinded her teeth. When he saw her eyes flashed in anger, he seemed to have finally seen enough of the excitement and sighed, his voice full of regret.
"Unfortunately, I have already made a promise. I appreciate your kindness but I must respectfully decline."
In the private room, Jiang Ning picked up the medicine box and walked to the door.
She had just put her hand on the door and is ready to push it.
A woman's charming voice came from the outside, "What's going on with the waiter here? There are no one leading the way... Where is the Room number 2?"
Wen Mingzhu saw that her parents and grandmother were feeling a little guilty. How could this be? The group favorite must only be her.
So she pretended to be naive and said, "Sister, our parents will only want what is good for sister and will never harm sister."
"I heard that Young Master Xiao practiced martial arts at the age of four, he achieved martial prowess that overshadowed the noble houses at seven, and went to the battlefield at age of twelve."
Wen Qingwan thought that Wen Mingzhu would soon help her choose a good husband, but she never thought it would be this fast.
She went into the house to get dressed again, and then heard her father send someone to call her to the front hall.
When Wen Qingwan arrived with her two maids, the hall was already full of people, and everyone's eyes looking at her with complicated expressions.
The black car drove along the highway to the center of the Imperial City, and the two people in the back seat sat side by side, with ambiguous movements.
The tall man hugged the little girl in his arms, lowered his head and said something in her ear.
Wen Li yawned, with a thin layer of mist in her eyes.
Seeing her like this, the man chuckled and bit her ear, "Are you tired? We will be home soon."
