Bai Zhi’er was almost at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

What a convoluted situation.

Madam Wei was completely bewildered by Feng Fuce and Bai Xingye.

She looked at Guoguo: "You wouldn’t also be..."

Instantly, the cold gazes of Feng Fuce and Bai Xingye turned to Guoguo.

Guoguo felt a chill down his spine.

He quickly retorted: "I’m just friends with them, I can live without Jing Zhi!"

Only then did Feng Fuce and Bai Xingye retract their icy looks.

Guoguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Marquis did it for the Princess, the Sixth Prince for his sister.

How could he dare to say he couldn’t live for the Princess.

Song Qingrui also breathed a sigh of relief for Bai Zhi’er.

She said earnestly: "Two is enough; any more, and you wouldn’t be able to handle it."

Bai Zhi’er pinched her brow.

It seems this misunderstanding cannot be resolved.

Finally, Bai Zhi’er prescribed medicine, instructing Song Qingrui to take three doses a day without missing any.

Only then did Song Qingrui and Madam Wei leave with many thanks.

Watching the mother and daughter, who had come in aggressively but left politely.

Bai Xingye stood at the door, shutting it coldly with a gaze.

"Sister, why do you care about their lives? That whole family isn’t good."

Bai Zhi’er was washing her hands: "Since they’re here, and it’s happening right under our noses, we can’t just do nothing."

"Besides, Song Qingrui isn’t completely bad, I still need to use her to investigate Duke Huan’s intentions."

"If we can help, we help. Besides, healing her wasn’t entirely about helping her, but also to let the person behind her plan to frame me fail."

Bai Zhi’er had also guessed who it was.

It was probably the gentle and unobtrusive Second Miss of the Song Family, Song Qingying.

At this moment, after Madam Wei returned to the house, she first sent a maid to the pharmacy to get medicine.

After having Song Qingrui drink it, she stayed until she fell asleep before leaving.

The fine rain was falling silently, and Duke Huan had already retired.

Today, Feng Fuce and the others accidentally knocked over the ancestral hall, making him quite angry.

After returning, he lay on the bed and didn’t get up again.

In the dead of night, with only the sound of the drizzle, Madam Wei went to Song Qingying’s courtyard.

"Mother, why are you here so late?" Song Qingying, dressed in a thin nightgown with black hair alongside her ear, was reading a book.

Seeing Madam Wei, she quickly stood up to greet her.

Madam Wei kept a stern face and looked at the maid: "Leave us, I have a few words to say to Miss."

"Yes." The maid turned and left, closing the door.

Song Qingying was pouring tea at the table: "Mother, you took sister to seek justice, how did it go? Did Miss Jing confess?"

Madam Wei pursed her lips, a somewhat cold smile on her face.

"Only upon arrival did we find out that it was a misunderstanding about Miss Jing. Not only was it unrelated to her, but she also prescribed medicine to cure your sister’s illness."

Song Qingying’s hand froze slightly while pouring tea.

Madam Wei didn’t miss this little detail; her eyes grew deeper and colder.

"Really? That’s great. So it was just a misunderstanding, and my sister’s illness can be cured, that’s the best thing for me."

"For the next six months, I will personally take care of her medicine, Mother, rest assured."

Saying this, Song Qingying presented the freshly poured cold tea with both hands.

Madam Wei reached out to take the teacup, then suddenly splashed it, drenching Song Qingying’s face with tea!

"Mother?!" The water droplets fell from Song Qingying’s hair, and she was stunned as she looked at Madam Wei.

Madam Wei threw the teacup on the ground; fortunately, it landed on the carpet, otherwise, it would have shattered.

She flicked her sleeve, saying coldly, "Even now, you still don’t admit it was you who harmed your sister!"