High-class Spring Joy

At this moment, Qingyuan really wanted Chu Jingyu to go to Baiyun Courtyard. She wished that Chu Jingyu could stay at Baiyun Courtyard with Jiang Qingge for the rest of his life.

Having just experienced the massive rescue operation last night—saving lives, launching attacks, and even fainting—Qingyuan was exhausted.

Facing someone she didn't want to see, Qingyuan's tone became increasingly irritated: "Young Master, why do you say that? Hongdou fell ill last night after going out with me, so she's still at the clinic."

"Ah Yuan, we've known each other for so many years. If you're lying, how could I not see through it? Alright, Ah Yuan, just tell me. I know I neglected you these past few days, but now I truly know I was wrong."

Chu Jingyu sensed the impatience in Qingyuan's words, and guilt made him subconsciously soften his voice, trying to soothe her: "I was just worried about you yesterday because you weren't in the manor, and Hongdou wasn't there either. You're so beautiful. What if something happened to you again like last time? What would I do? I care about you so much; how heartbroken would I be if something happened to you?"

Chu Jingyu's words were truly sincere, and Qing Yuan sneered inwardly. If it were in the past, these words would have been completely ineffective in convincing Qing Yuan.

But as I said before, the Qingyuan of today is no longer the Qingyuan of the past.

When Qingyuan heard his words again, she felt annoyed and disgusted, especially after Hongdou had gone through such a great ordeal. It was hard for Qingyuan not to hate Jiang Qingge, and it was also hard for her not to hate Chu Jingyu. If it weren't for Chu Jingyu, none of this would have happened.

"Since you want to know what I did last night, why don't you send someone to ask the two young ladies of Baiyun Courtyard? You can ask them what they did. If it weren't for them, how could Hongdou still be lying in the clinic, unable to get out of bed, almost losing her life?!"

Chu Jingyu was somewhat bewildered, but he quickly realized that a new conflict must have arisen between Jiang Qingge and Qingyuan. He tried to mediate: "Qingyuan, sometimes you seem to be really targeting those two sisters. Although Yun'er is a bit arrogant and acts rather domineeringly, she would never do anything immoral. Not to mention Ge'er, although Ge'er is a bit proud and cares about her reputation, she would never resort to such underhanded tactics to poison a maid. Besides, Hongdou is just an ordinary cleaning maid, not even a second-class maid. Why would the two young ladies from the prestigious Dali Temple family hold a grudge against a mere maid like Hongdou? Perhaps you've misunderstood."

"Really? I've made a mistake again. I always make so many mistakes when it comes to those two young ladies! Hongdou has always been kind to everyone and has never had any grudges or resentments. As you know, young master, she's just an ordinary cleaning maid. How could she be murdered for money? And the person closest to Hongdou, the one she's closest to, is me. If it wasn't revenge against Hongdou, then it was revenge against me, and they took their anger out on the people around me. How could it be such a coincidence? The night before last, my embroidered Buddha statue won against that Miss Jiang's Buddha statue, and then Hongdou was poisoned and almost died? Was I wrong, or has young master never thought to investigate thoroughly?"

Qingyuan countered with a question, each word precious and her tone calm, yet sharp as a blade:

"Since you trust them so much, why bother asking me? I'm not trying to complain to you today. You could have simply ignored me. I don't want to tell you, because I know that even if I did, you wouldn't suspect them, and I wouldn't get justice, or even a proper explanation. I'm afraid that even if I were poisoned and murdered in front of you one day, you wouldn't suspect them, would you? You'd just think I was unlucky?"

Chu Jingyu was truly speechless and unable to respond to Qing Yuan's question. But what alarmed Chu Jingyu the most was the growing coldness and aloofness in Qing Yuan's tone, and also her last words: what if one day Qing Yuan in front of him was poisoned and slowly collapsed, losing her life...

Do not!

Chu Jingyu would never allow such a thing to happen; he would never allow anyone to take Qingyuan away from him!

But when Chu Jingyu looked at Qing Yuan, who had a cold expression, he felt that she was a complete stranger.

Chu Jingyu would rather Qingyuan cry and scream, question him, throw a tantrum, fight with the two young ladies of the Jiang family, or break things, at least he could try to comfort her.

But now Qingyuan was so calm, so calm that she showed no emotion whatsoever. Chu Jingyu didn't even know what he was going to do with the hand he had reached out.

The two stared at each other in silence for a moment. Chu Jingyu seemed to have finally figured something out and made up his mind: "A Yuan, don't be angry, don't be angry with me. I will thoroughly investigate the matter of the red bean poisoning. I will definitely give you an explanation, definitely. A Yuan, wait for me."

After saying that, Chu Jingyu turned and left, whether he was in a hurry to find out the truth or in a hurry to escape from Qing Yuan's cold gaze, it was unclear.

Qingyuan sat down beside him and took a couple of breaths before quickly packing some clothes to take to Jinxiu Manor for Hongdou to change into.

Qingyuan knew that Jinxiu Manor would certainly not lack clothes, but the Third Young Master had already helped her so much that Qingyuan didn't know how to repay him.

If we can trouble the Third Young Master as little as possible, then we should.

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Qingyuan collected the clothes and delivered them to Jinxiu Manor. Just as she was taking them to the backyard of Jinxiu Manor, she heard Sai Huatuo sighing as he turned over the herbs:

"I don't know what's wrong with you, young master. Good medicine tastes bitter, so the decoction will naturally be bitter. You have irregular eating habits, and whenever your emotions fluctuate, it will trigger anorexia. But how can bitter medicine cure anorexia? Mental illness requires mental medicine."

Although Chen Sha, who was standing nearby, couldn't fully understand the meaning behind Sai Huatuo's words, he at least understood that Sai Huatuo said that drinking medicine was useless and could not cure anorexia.

Upon hearing that it concerned the Third Young Master, Qing Yuan boldly stepped forward: "Dr. Sai, you just said that the Third Young Master actually suffers from anorexia?"

When Chen Sha looked up and saw Qing Yuan, he was overjoyed, as if he had seen a savior: "Miss Qing Yuan, it's just in time that you've come. Young Master hasn't eaten for most of the day. No matter what we bring him, he says he has no appetite and doesn't touch a bite. If he continues to starve like this, he'll collapse. Young Master used to really enjoy your cooking and honey. I wonder if you could perhaps prepare some for him and bring it in?"

"it is good."

Having finally found an opportunity to help the Third Young Master, Qingyuan naturally wouldn't refuse and went to the kitchen without saying a word.

One hour later.

Chu Jingxian sat in his study, his fingertips impatiently stroking the light green handkerchief in his hand again and again. It seemed that only when he touched the rice seedling pattern on the light green handkerchief could his mind be calmed down a little.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Chu Jingxian's voice was cold and hoarse: "No need to send any more, I'm not hungry."

But this time, the person outside didn't leave quickly. Instead, it was as if the door was pushed open, and the next moment a familiar, soft voice came:

"Please forgive me, sir, but I was worried about you."