Madam Wei thought for a moment, still hesitating.

"What if you drank the antidote?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhi’er couldn’t help but laugh.

Her dark eyes were bright, shimmering like water.

"Then what would be the point of me harming her? What benefit would I gain?"

"If it were for... ahem," Bai Zhi’er lightly coughed, changing her words, "for Song Yingchuan, to vent my anger on you, I wouldn’t just target her alone."

Feng Fuce looked at Madam Wei coldly.

He reminded, "If it wasn’t an accident, then finding the true culprit isn’t difficult."

"Who stands to gain after Song Qingrui is injured is the one who did it."

Bai Zhi’er followed up with a question: "So Madam Wei, do you still think it was me?"

Madam Wei furrowed her brows tightly, her eyes darting quickly.

If Song Qingrui’s face was ruined, she couldn’t go out.

But what does it mean not being able to go out...

Madam Wei couldn’t figure it out.

Just then, Song Qingrui fretfully complained, "So, mother, can it be cured?"

"I don’t really care who did it; maybe I accidentally bumped into something myself. But if it can’t be cured, how can I go to Brother Ming Yang’s birthday banquet with my face like this!"

Madam Wei seemed to be suddenly enlightened by these words.

If Song Qingrui had a problem with her face and couldn’t go out, naturally, she couldn’t attend the Princely Heir Ming Yang’s birthday banquet.

This way, she would miss the best opportunity to interact with the Heir Ming Yang.

Also, the virtual disease would take half a year to even a year to recover.

By the time it’s really healed, the Commandery Princess from Yan Country and the Princely Heir Ming Yang’s marriage would have been settled!

If Song Qingrui couldn’t attend the birthday banquet, Madam Wei would have no choice but to let her elder daughter, Song Qingying, go instead.

Bai Zhi’er saw Madam Wei’s expression change momentarily, as if she had already guessed who really did it.

She pursed her lips and slightly raised her head: "Since Madam Wei suspects me, I don’t want to give away these clothes."

"After all, if you think there’s something wrong with the clothes and Miss Song keeps wearing them, you won’t feel at ease."

"Later, just have the maid return the clothes."

Hearing this, Song Qingrui hurriedly walked up to Bai Zhi’er.

"Miss Jing, don’t be angry." She liked the clothes very much and didn’t want to return them!

Song Qingrui said, "My mother is just worried about me, I beg your understanding, and I apologize on her behalf."

Bai Zhi’er lowered her eyes, looking at the pleading smile on Song Qingrui’s face.

She shook her head helplessly.

"Miss Song, I reminded you when you came that you would get sick, so why were you not careful?"

Only then did Song Qingrui recall those words of caution.

Having gotten the clothes, she was too delighted to remember anything else.

"I’m sorry." Song Qingrui lowered her head.

Having been long convinced by Bai Zhi’er, she put aside her petulance and sincerely apologized.

Bai Zhi’er was amused: "Obviously, it’s you who didn’t take care, making yourself ill; why are you apologizing to me."

Seeing that Song Qingrui was not beyond redemption, Bai Zhi’er pointed to a nearby stool.

"Sit over there."

Song Qingrui looked up: "For what?"

Bai Zhi’er pursed her lips, her dark eyes beautiful and gentle: "Since your heart is set on going to the Princely Heir Ming Yang’s birthday banquet, of course, I’m going to cure you."

Song Qingrui and Madam Wei were both taken aback.

Madam Wei was overjoyed: "You actually know how to treat this disease?"

Bai Zhi’er thought Madam Wei rude and naturally responded unkindly.

"There are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people. What I know is not limited to this; what’s there to be surprised about? You didn’t know me before."