At least this test revealed that the sickly one is not as simple as he appears on the surface. Not only does he know their plan, but he can also turn it to his advantage—haha, he hides well enough.
For years, he hasn't competed or fought, almost making people truly believe Shen Juncheng is a submissive one waiting for death.
Who would have thought he could still struggle.
Liu Shi flicked her sleeves and snorted; she naturally also considered this point.
This sickly one has stayed in the countryside all these years. Though not in good health, he has managed to survive until now. If he didn't have some cunning, Liu Shi wouldn't have believed it.
This time, she rashly adopted Qing He's suggestion with an intent to test him.
Nanny Li, seeing Madam still angry, added, "Madam, why be angry? Even if he succeeded for a moment, so what? With his health, can he really muster the energy to fight you?"
Doctor Lu personally said his health is poor and how long he has left depends on fate.
"Such a person, why take it seriously? At worst, leave him to fend for himself, without soiling your hands."
Liu Shi frowned. That's what she had thought before, but the key point is he hasn't died yet.
Next year, when he comes of age, he will surely return to the manor, and Yan'er's status as Princely Heir will be at risk.
Liu Shi stomped her foot. There's nothing she can do now; she'll have to go back and discuss a long-term plan.
After everyone dispersed, the night slowly returned to silence. Shen Juncheng expressed gratitude to Doctor Lu.
Doctor Lu sighed, prescribed medicine in a proper manner, and then gave a few cautions before leaving.
In the quiet room, Chao Sheng reported: "Master, Qing He has already been flogged to death."
Shen Juncheng acknowledged with a hum. If Qing He hadn't come up with that idea to earn credit, she wouldn't have been flogged to death; she had merely reaped what she sowed.
"Spread this matter out tomorrow."
"Yes."
Shen Juncheng feigned unconsciousness; naturally, the two slept separately for the night.
In the new chamber, Su An'an, who had been in a coma all along, opened her eyes after everyone left.
She had actually woken up when Qing He was discovered and being dragged out to be beaten, but she deliberately didn't open her eyes—just listened to the commotion outside.
Cui Yan quickly helped the young lady sit up, asking if she still felt uncomfortable anywhere.
Su An'an shook her head, her previously flushed complexion replaced by pallor.
Cui Yan hurried to fetch the medicine. While administering it, she recounted in detail how Liu Shi beat Qing He to death.
"Miss, you don't know, Madam actually didn't trust you and even put Joyful Powder in the wine pot. That's a deadly drug."
"Fortunately, the young master didn't drink it; otherwise, there would have been grave danger."
Cui Yan lamented with a worried expression, unexpected that Madam couldn't tolerate the young master, resulting in a backfired prank.
Su An'an faintly smiled, "Cui Yan, do you really think that the Joyful Powder was placed by Aunt?"
Cui Yan: "?"
It was merely a trap.
Su An'an shared her speculations.
Qing He wouldn't be so reckless, nor would Aunt be that foolish.
Initially, she thought someone else intended to harm Shen Juncheng until she heard that the poison was in the wine pot.
She clearly hadn't intended to drink wine at first; it was that someone suddenly decided to toast her, so she drank.
Obviously, someone knew the wine was poisoned from the start and may have known about Liu Shi's plan in advance and used it against her.
Indeed, how could the children of such a high-status family not be worldly aware?
He's merely blind in eyes, not in heart.
Cui Yan's eyes widened in disbelief; it turned out that the young master had used the young lady!
Su An'an faintly smiled, was it merely a simple use?
No, it wasn't.