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Incredulous, she assumed she had smelled something wrong and leaned closer to take a closer sniff.

This time, she must have put a significant amount of aconite in the soup.

Liu Yuansheng stared at the soup bowl, her expression instantly stiffening. Ying'er, however, did not notice her unusual expression and brought the spoon to her lips. "Miss, please drink the soup."

Liu Yuansheng remained motionless. The old lady assumed she was afraid of getting burned and said, "Let it cool down."

"I'll blow on it for you, Miss!" Ying'er picked up the spoon, puffed out her cheeks, and blew on the soup. "Miss, you can drink it now."

Liu Yuansheng refused to drink it. She shook her head, trying to cover it up, but then she heard the old lady say, "Give me the soup, I'll feed it to you."

Ying'er then handed the soup bowl to the old lady, who personally held the soup spoon to Liu Yuansheng's lips, saying, "Here, taste it and see if it's still hot."

Liu Yuansheng was at a loss.

She silently clenched her sleeves, unsure of what to do, when Xie Qinghe rushed in, "Grandmother's here too! If I'd known Chenxiang Courtyard would be so lively, I would have come sooner."

Xie Qinghe stood smiling in front of Liu Yuansheng, "Wow, Yuansheng, you look much better! It seems you've been resting well!"

Liu Yuansheng nodded to Xie Qinghe as a greeting. The old lady put down the soup bowl, looked up at Xie Qinghe, and asked, "You've come to visit Yuansheng too?"

"Yes, today is the Qixi Festival, so I'll take a walk around the different courtyards to see if there's anything I need." Xie Qinghe bent down and smelled the old duck, lingzhi, and ginseng soup beside Liu Yuansheng's bed. "This soup smells so good! It makes my mouth water!"

"This is a nourishing soup, you should have some too," the old lady ordered. "Go and serve a bowl to the eldest young mistress."

Upon hearing this, Ying'er went to get the soup, but Liu Yuansheng grabbed her and shook his head at her, signaling her not to go.

Ying'er was puzzled, and Xie Qinghe was even more perplexed. "Yuan Sheng, why did you stop her?"

Liu Yuansheng pointed to the soup bowl, shaking her head repeatedly to indicate that she didn't want to drink it. Xie Qinghe, however, didn't understand. She stared at her intently for a while before saying, "You mean you won't drink this soup, but you want me to drink it?"

She laughed heartily, picked up the soup bowl, and said, "Okay, I'll drink it. This soup is getting cold anyway."

After saying that, he scooped up some soup with a spoon and was about to put it in his mouth.

Liu Yuansheng was shocked and, without thinking, stood up and knocked the spoon out of Xie Qinghe's hand.

The spoon clattered to the ground and shattered into pieces. Xie Qinghe was utterly shocked. "Yuan Sheng, what... what do you mean by this?"

The old lady looked at Liu Yuansheng with the same puzzled expression. Seeing Liu Yuansheng's flustered and frightened look, she suddenly thought of something and said sternly, "Go and summon the family physician!"

The family physician rushed in, and as soon as he entered, the old lady pointed to the soup bowl and said, "Take a look at what's in this soup!"

The physician took the soup bowl from Ying'er, smelled it, tasted some soup with his finger, and then said with great certainty, "Madam, this soup contains aconite."

"Aconite?"

"Indeed," the physician replied. "This is a highly poisonous medicine."

What if a pregnant woman accidentally ingests it?

"If a pregnant woman were to ingest this 'intestinal rupture,' the fetus might be in danger."

"What did you say?" Upon hearing this, the old lady's eyelids rolled upwards, and she nearly fainted. "Rebellion! Absolute rebellion! I'm still alive! And someone in this manor dares to harm my great-grandson!"

The old lady was furious. She gripped the armrest of her wheelchair tightly and ordered, "Granny Tian, ​​go and find out for me! Which idiot dared to poison my great-grandson?!"

Granny Tian: "Yes, Madam!"

"Aconite! Someone actually put aconite in Yuan Sheng's soup!" Xie Qinghe stared at the soup spoon on the ground, still shaken. "That was close! If I had drunk that soup, I would have been dead!"

"There is indeed that risk," the physician said. "There are many drugs that can cause miscarriage in pregnant women, but the person who poisoned her used aconite. This is not just going to kill the fetus, but the pregnant woman."

"My God." Xie Qinghe clenched the handkerchief in her hand. "This person is too ruthless."

"There are many demons and monsters in this world. You are still young and haven't seen much yet. As you grow older, you'll get used to it." The old lady turned her wheelchair to Liu Yuansheng. "Yuansheng, are you alright?"

Liu Yuansheng shook her head.

"Oh dear, I've frightened you again," the old lady said to the family physician. "Come and see how the third young mistress is doing."

"Yes."

The physician approached Liu Yuansheng, but Liu Yuansheng instinctively stepped back and waved his hand at him.

"Yuansheng, you should let the physician take a look at you!" Xie Qinghe said anxiously when she saw that Liu Yuansheng was unwilling to see a doctor. "I'm so scared! Let alone you who is pregnant, if something really happens, no one can bear the responsibility."

"Yes, let the family physician take a look." The old lady gestured for the physician to step forward, "Quickly, take the Third Young Mistress's pulse."

The physician, with a stern face, approached Liu Yuansheng. Helpless, Liu Yuansheng had no choice but to sit down and let him take her pulse.

Time passed slowly, and the physician held Liu Yuansheng's pulse without saying a word.

The old lady was anxiously waiting and asked, "How is she?"

The physician looked up at Liu Yuansheng, and seeing that Liu Yuansheng looked calm, he hesitated before standing up, bowing to the old lady and saying, "Old Madam, the Third Young Mistress is not pregnant."