Li Qingyi knew that she was very impatient and said directly: "Madam, could you please tell me about Mr. Yu's condition?"
"What's there to say? He's so stupid that he doesn't even know his parents. I originally thought it was a good thing that his condition had improved, but who thought it was just empty joy."
Her voice was cold and emotionless, as if she was completely disheartened and had nothing to care about.
Li Qingyi had no choice but to say: "Mrs. Yu, don't you think there is something strange about Mr. Ling's condition?"
Mrs. Yu stood up suddenly, her eyes widened, her expression neither angry nor hurt, but a kind of grievance that had never been believed, and was finally relieved.
She walked quickly to Li Qingyi and sat down on the chair next to her: "You also think my son's illness is unusual, right?"
Li Qingyi nodded and said: "Both the time of onset and the time of remission and then worsening are very coincidental, which makes people have to think carefully."
"Finally someone is willing to tell the truth..."
Mrs. Yu suddenly covered her eyes with a handkerchief and started to cry. She said sadly: "I feel the same way, but our master has been obstructing the fact that this matter has something to do with that Pan Yuerong and has refused to go into the details. He also said that he would not let me think about it. It's just a coincidence that my son's illness got worse. I don't believe it, I can't believe it, but he managed to cure it with great difficulty..."
"Then Mrs. Yu, can you tell me in detail what happened after Mr. Liang visited your house for the last time?"
Mrs. Yu hated the noble man with all her heart when she mentioned it. She gritted her teeth and said, "That heartless woman..."
She choked up and said, "It is a very common thing for Mrs. Tan to bring Sister Pan Yuerong to our house. Because the two families move around frequently, the marriage between Pan Yuerong and my son is not unexpected, and they should get married next year. The two of us move around frequently. The family knew this, so they didn't take precautions against the two of them getting along. Besides, there are girls following him around all the time."
"That day my son had a cold. After Pan Yuerong came, he asked a few questions with concern. Then Mrs. Tan and I joked about our marriage. Pan Yuerong was embarrassed and said that he should go see my son. We should also I didn’t care, so I just let her lead the girl.”
She recalled the events of that day in detail, and it was obvious that she had recalled them thousands of times in her mind, and all the details were explained clearly.
"After Pan's family left, I went to see my son, but I didn't find anything unusual. It wasn't until midnight that he suddenly developed a high fever. I quickly asked the doctor at the clinic to see me, but the doctor only said that the cold was getting worse and told us to take good care of him. Take medicine. Who would have thought that after his fever subsided, when he woke up, he didn’t even recognize me as his own mother!"
Mrs. Yu's eyes were red and she said: "I searched all over the famous doctors in Beijing and China, and they all said that it was caused by high fever and that my son's brain was burned out! As a mother, I can only watch my son become a good man. She was as demented as a three-year-old child... It didn't take long for this matter to spread, and the Pan family also sent people over to tell them that they wanted to break off the engagement... Although I felt that the other party was cold, I still It’s understandable, after all, no one wants to marry their daughter to a fool…”
Li Qingyi said: "But then you heard the news about Pan Yuerong entering the palace, and you became suspicious?"
"Since she entered the palace in such a short period of time, didn't she already have this plan?"
Mrs. Yu's eyes flashed, showing a shrewdness of a middle-aged woman. She said: "For the sake of glory and wealth, you throw away your fingers and get married. It is inevitable that your childhood sweetheart and fiancé will be infamy and be accused of being cold and cold. You may also be accused of being cool because of this." She lost the opportunity to accompany her to the palace. Therefore, she did not dare to break off the engagement openly, so she could only kill her secretly!"
"Ma'am, do you have any evidence?"
Mrs. Yu said angrily: "When I thought about this, I asked the girl who cooked the medicine for my son in detail that day. She said that the person named Hongdou next to Pan Yuerong helped boil the medicine, and Pan Yuerong fed it to my son with his own hands. I was suspicious, so I came to the door and asked, guess what? That girl named Hongdou actually threw herself into the well and died! If it were you, what would you do?"
"If it were me, I would be suspicious too."
Li Qingyi told the truth, she thought for a while and asked: "So Mr. Yu's medicine always has residue left behind. Have you ever asked someone to carefully distinguish it?"
Mrs. Yu said discouraged: "Of course, no matter whether it is the doctor in the house,
I've had people check it out whether it's outside or not, and they all said it's fine. My son was delirious at the time, and I was concerned about his illness, but I was unable to investigate further. Therefore, this matter was dropped. "
As she spoke, she asked someone to bring over the dregs of medicine that had been sealed at that time, and said, "This is what I left behind at that time. If you think it is useful, take it."
The medicinal residue in the paper bag has dried, and the dry and deep color reveals a mixed medicinal smell.
Li Qingyi took a look at it and handed it to Chang Lan to put it away. "You can just leave it raw for now, and we can look at it carefully when you get back."
Li Qingyi gave some instructions and then asked Mrs. Yu: "Then Mr. Yu's condition improved later. Which holy hand cured him?"
Mrs. Yu suddenly fell silent and pursed her lips, as if she had something to say.
Li Qingyi asked in surprise: "Is there any hidden secret?"
Mrs. Yu sighed and said, "Actually, I don't know... that man never showed up. He just caught a beggar on the street and sent him a letter and a prescription. He said he could cure my son. I had a disease. I was dubious and took the prescription to the doctor to see it, but he only said that it was a prescription for replenishing the vital energy."
She took out a letter from her arms and said: "I was at my wits' end and could only treat a dead horse as a doctor, so I tried to give my son medicine. Who knew, unexpectedly, he actually had a little improvement? I recovered and my mind became much clearer... I was so happy that I started using this recipe to treat my son's illness. In the past six months, he has actually gotten better."
Li Qingyi took the prescription and whispered: "Scutellaria baicalensis, Coptis chinensis, Phellodendron cypress, licorice..."
This recipe is called "Yellow Tang", and Li Qingyi's grandfather also used it, so she remembers that it is indeed a recipe for replenishing the middle and replenishing qi.
She opened the letter again and read it.
Although the handwriting on the letter is neat, it can only be considered elegant, and it seems that he is not someone who often writes.
There was just one simple sentence written on it: This medicine can cure Mr. Ling’s illness.
"Will this person show up again?"
Mrs. Yu shook her head: "No, after my son's illness recurred, I had people look for him, but there was no news."
One word forced her tears out again.
"Miss Li, I know you have nothing to do with this matter, but since you, like me, feel that this matter is strange... I hope you can find out about it and give me an understanding."
"Mrs. Yu, if the master's illness is really hidden, the truth will surely come out."
After asking, Li Qingyi went to Mr. Yu's yard to take a look from a distance.
A thin figure was squatting on the ground, looking at the empty ground without knowing what he was looking at.
After coming out of the Yu Mansion, Chang Ning was waiting outside, "Girl, you ordered your slave to check on Hongdou. Have you found out?"
"Is it as I expected?"
Chang Ning smiled and said, "Just as the girl expected!"
The next day, the time limited by the emperor has come.
All people related to the case were gathered at Dali Temple.
Because it was an obvious murder case, and it was still in the Youth Palace, the incident was serious enough for the three judicial departments to take it seriously.
The position of Minister of Dali Temple has been vacant for a long time. Cui Chun is thinking about filling the vacancy every day. He is looking forward to solving a major case and making meritorious service. Who would have thought that what he is looking forward to is the murder of a concubine? He will be implicated if he is not careful. Brain thing.
He was caught between the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice and Zhongcheng, the Yushi, and felt like sitting on pins and needles.
The face of Pan Jingfu, the censor Zhongcheng next to him, was a bit uglier than him.
Because the good nobleman who died was his daughter.
His daughter entered the palace as a concubine and soon became pregnant. To him, it was like smoke rising from the ancestral grave. Who knew that before the child was born, he and his daughter would all die tragically under a sharp knife.
Cui Chun felt the atmosphere was depressing and looked at Li Qingyi frequently.
It seemed like asking again if she was really sure.
Princess Yuanheng standing behind her was also very nervous, but when she saw that both Qin Zeng and Li Qingyi had calm faces, she reluctantly calmed down and waited for the emperor to arrive.
In addition, the eldest princess of Deqing was also sitting in the hall.
After all, the murder happened in her Youth Palace.
But what was unexpected was that Mrs. Yu also came to Dali Temple. She stood among the crowd, silent, but with hopeful eyes, as if she was expecting something.
Although everyone knew the connection between the Yu family and the case, they all pretended not to know anything because of the emperor's face.
Only Pan Jingfu and Mr. and Mrs. Tan showed embarrassment when they saw Mrs. Yu. They looked at each other and lowered their heads in silence. Even the sadness after their daughter's death was downplayed a lot.
Yushu stood silently behind everyone, his eyebrows lowered, looking at his toes.
Tears flashed in Linglong's eyes from time to time, and her face was tense and frightened.
When they saw Mrs. Yu coming, they were both surprised for a moment, and then they shrank more honestly behind the crowd, not daring to attract too much attention, for fear that if they did something wrong, they would lose their lives.
Outside, a young chamberlain sang loudly. The emperor and Concubine Mu walked in slowly, and Mu Lan accompanied Concubine Mu like Mu Ying before.
When the good nobleman avoided leaving the palace, he still used the excuse that the baby in his belly had hurt Concubine Mu. He didn't know what Concubine Mu's mentality was when she came today.
However, besides the queen, Concubine Mu was the first person in the harem.
She didn't need to care about what most people thought, so her expression was the most relaxed and cheerful among the people present.
However, everything came to an abrupt end when she saw Li Qingyi standing not far from Qin Zeng.
Li Qingyi stood in the corner, and everyone's expressions fell on her eyes one by one. Naturally, he did not miss the change in Concubine Mu's expression.
She lowered her eyes and remained calm.
Of course Concubine Mu hated her, because Mu Ying was the child she used to exchange Mrs. Mu for the fourth prince.
She is her biological daughter.
