Si Mingjing had already expelled the toxins from Ying Qiao’s body with acupuncture.
At this mont, there was no one else in the hospital room. Gu Nuanfeng had Song Yuan close the door and stand guard outside, then told Ying Qiao and Mada Ying about the poisoning.
"Poisoned?"
Upon hearing Si Mingjing’s words, Mada Ying was utterly shocked. Gripping Ying Qiao’s hand tightly, she anxiously asked Gu Nuanfeng, "Crown Princess Consort, how is my husband now? Husband, how do you feel? Are you really alright?"
Ying Qiao shook his head. However, when Si Mingjing ntioned that soone had poisoned him, he too was taken aback, his expression turning grave.
Ying Qiao pondered and asked, "Who could it be?"
"Indeed, who could it be?" Si Mingjing narrowed her eyes, a dangerous glint in them as she contemplated, a cryptic smile touching her lips. "I believe we not only need to unmask this person but also bring them to justice. This, however, will depend on your willingness to cooperate."
Who wanted Ying Qiao dead, seeking to exacerbate the already strained relations between Mo Yinhe and the major families? This person had to be exposed.
Si Mingjing had already devised a plan; she needed Ying Qiao and Mada Ying to cooperate with her in putting on an act.
Swiftly wiping the tears that blurred her vision, Mada Ying said, "Crown Princess Consort, I know you are clever and full of ideas. Just tell what to do to catch my husband’s assailant; I’ll do whatever you ask. Please, speak."
Ajiu had been very clever as a child—Mada Ying knew that. Back then, Ying Qiao had treated Ajiu like a sister. And Mada Ying, whose affection for Ying Qiao extended to those he cherished, had also treated Ajiu like a sister. It was just that Ajiu’s appearance had changed now; she wasn’t close to them anymore and had lost her past mories. That was why Mada Ying didn’t want to press their old connection, fearing it would cause gossip.
Si Mingjing looked up, gauging Ying Qiao’s reaction.
Ying Qiao, lying on the hospital bed, closed his eyes briefly, signaling his agreent.
Understanding his assent, Si Mingjing shared her plan with the couple.
That very afternoon, news that Ying Qiao had been poisoned and taken to the hospital spread like wildfire.
Upon learning that her husband had been poisoned and was barely alive when brought to the hospital, Mada Ying could no longer contain herself. She flew into a rage in the hospital room and drove Si Mingjing out.
At the sa ti, Mada Ying tearfully called several elders from the great families, imploring them, for the sake of their past ties, to seek justice for her Ying Qiao. She firmly believed that Mo Yinhe could not tolerate the Ying Family and wanted to eradicate them completely, which was why her husband, Ying Qiao, had been poisoned. Facing such power, she, a vulnerable woman, felt helpless and could only appeal to various parties for their strong support.
So people heard the news and ca to the hospital to visit Ying Qiao. However, Si Mingjing had guards stationed outside his hospital room, barring entry to anyone without her approval. Despite Mada Ying crying and causing a commotion in the corridor, the guards resolutely followed Si Mingjing’s orders. Without her explicit command, they refused to let anyone pass.
Si Mingjing had returned to the Ye Family’s palace with Ye Siyuan and t with Ye Xinguang to explain the situation.
Ye Xinguang was quite shocked. "Mingjing, are you certain Ying Qiao was poisoned?"
Si Mingjing nodded, her voice cool and distinct. "Mother, I am certain. I had previously taken Ying Qiao’s pulse and diagnosed him with fatty liver, which isn’t fatal. However, when I visited him in custody this ti, I discovered his liver function was deteriorating at an alarming rate. An investigation revealed that his als contained a type of sea fish particularly harmful to individuals with compromised liver function. This fish was in every al Ying Qiao consud. I don’t believe this is a coincidence."
Ye Xinguang’s brows furrowed deeply. "Ying Qiao hasn’t been locked up for long; he couldn’t have had that many als."
Si Mingjing stated with certainty, "If he had eaten ten such als, I estimate he would be gone by now. Ying Qiao has already had five."
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