"So, Lord Jie isn't going to do anything about it?"
Lin Qianqing sighed, "How could this be easily managed? He might be able to address it once, but can he handle it every single time? It involves his son's personal affairs. All Lord Jie does is stroke his beard and sigh, saying, 'If only Madam were still alive.'"
Lin Qianqing imitated Lord Jie, stroking an imaginary beard as she spoke, and both women couldn't help but laugh.
Just hearing the story was enough to give one a headache, so Lord Jie must feel troubled himself, unable to do anything about it.
Gu Youyou had strained the prepared medicine through a cloth, then she took a drop of the medicine made from the blue grass and placed it in a small dish, which already contained some black, paste-like liquid. She mixed these medicines together, and then, she actually proceeded to feed the poisoned liquid to the mice she had been carefully experimenting on.
Heavens, what on earth did she want to do?
