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The next morning, when Xiao Lan woke up in a daze, she was sitting by the bed with a pot of medicine. She smiled when she saw Xiao Lan's worried expression, took the bowl and asked, "Why do you look like that?"

"Miss, the servant just said that Mother Cui …" "Gone." Xiao Lan's expression turned serious after hearing that, and her voice became softer, "The servant needs to report to the butler for cleaning up. Fortunately, I pressed the button first when I went. I'll wait for Miss's decision."

Yesterday, when the old master came to see the little miss, he was going to scold her for her illness. After that, although he didn't leave them alone, today, the little girl's mother, Cui Li, was gone.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the still somewhat warm medicinal soup for a moment before asking, "Did anyone come yesterday?"

Xiao Lan listened and told her everything that happened yesterday. She frowned, and suddenly drank all the medicine in her hand and was about to get off the bed. Xiao Lan rushed forward to support her, saying, "Miss has just woken up, don't ever get out of bed before you have an illness. Just instruct your servant to do anything."

No, I have to go and take a look." She had been sick for only a day, but Zhao Yuanzhi was able to reach into her yard. Did he think she was a sick cat? "After putting on her coat, she went out. She could only help Ma Cui's mother with a pained look on her face.

There were already a few servants standing guard outside the room. They swept their gaze over the servants. Although they were frail and sickly, their eyes were stern and murderous. The servants saw that the one who came was the young lady, so they bowed their heads and stepped forward to stop her, "The dead are unlucky. The young lady should wait for the housekeeper to clean them up."

"No matter what, Cui mama is still someone close to me. I should see for myself." Little Lan closed the door behind her, leaving behind a group of servants.

Cui's mother's body lay on the bed. She had a venomous, purplish hue on her lips. She walked back to the table. She picked up the teacup and smelled it under her nose. With a slight frown, she opened the teapot. There was still some tea leftover at the bottom of the teapot.

"Xiao Lan," Yu Yu put down the teapot and cup on the plate, suppressing his anger, "bring these along, let's go."

Zhao Yuanzhi saw that he was lost in thought as she walked into the room. She turned around and placed her delicate fingers on his shoulder, massaging it just in time. "Master, why are you so absent-minded? Is it because your concubine isn't attentive enough?"

Yucheng sighed lightly, then raised his hand to cover her hand. Before he could say anything, the butler came in to report that the eldest miss had requested an audience. He raised his head and glanced at Zhao Yuanzhi. Zhao Yuanzhi understood, and hid behind a screen with a faint smile.

"Father." She had never been in a good mood before, and had never seen him look at her. Fang was still pale, and as she stood in front of him, she could not help but feel some heartache.

He said, "Quickly get up. Why don't you take care of yourself and run around? What do we do if the wind blows again?"

"Daughter is fine, she's a lot more energetic after taking medicine," Jiuyu stood up and replied, "Daughter has something to report."

He knew why his daughter had come to find him, but had never used such a gaze to look at him before. He said, "Speak."

"I don't know why Cui mama in my daughter's room was so deadly last night," Yu said. "My daughter just went to have a look. There was something fishy about Cui mama's death, so I begged father to investigate this matter."

"Oh? "There's actually such a thing!" Yu Yu Zhitong frowned, he could not help but blame his underlings for not being quick on their hands and feet, but he forced himself to pretend that he was unaware of the situation. He was afraid that being overly concerned would arouse suspicion, so he said, "However, an old servant, send the butler to investigate. Why is my son so concerned?"

"Father did not know that Mother Cui died from poison. If I did not investigate Mother Cui who was by my daughter's side today, I wonder who would have died tomorrow." She turned around and asked Xiaolan to bring out the teapot she had found in Mama Cui's room. She added, "My daughter feels that there is such a vile person hidden in our noble house, who uses such insidious methods to ruin my father's reputation. My daughter also asked my father to investigate this, and my daughter found peace in my daughter's courtyard."

"You have a point," he said. "Father will answer to you and secretly investigate this matter. We must take care of the culprit so as not to tarnish the reputation of the Prime Minister's household for many years."

Yu Yu frowned, silently cursing the old fox in his heart. He wanted to use his lack of political temper to show that his reputation was better than the truth, so he suppressed his dissatisfaction and said, "My daughter brought the tea that Cui mama used before she died, so I got father to worry."

"Sigh, no matter what, you are still a part of my heart. Once things come to an end, I'll send someone over to you."

"Your daughter thanks daddy first." It was less than saying that he was going to leave.

Yuanzhi turned around from behind the screen, a smile forming on her lips as she said, "Don't worry, master. I will help you with this and make it perfect."

Zhao Yuanzhi retreated even more than she waved her hand. She knew too much about politics to care about things she was willing to do.

As she dragged her sick body slowly back to Matsuyuyuan, she thought over and over again about the cause of this, but her body was unable to bear it. Her vision began to spin and she lost all her strength, and in an instant, Xiao Lan, who was beside her, cried out in alarm. She felt as if she was being held down before she reached the ground, and then her vision went black and she lost consciousness.

Xiao Lan looked extremely anxious, and was also a little taken aback. She used both hands to tug at her sleeves, but she still followed him in the end. Yes, her young miss had been carried away.

He came out to find her. He didn't expect to meet her on the way to the study, but she was there just in time. He gently placed her on the bed and stroked her hair. Looking at her pale lips, he said in a deep voice, "Go to the imperial physician and check her pulse."

"Yes." A figure answered and floated out of the manor towards the palace.

Xiao Lan silently stood by the bedside, watching him meditate on the details. She recalled that the scene on the road just now had long since been seen by the people of the manor. If it were to spread, even if she did not mind it, it did not mean that her young mistress did not care.

When the news reached the study, he was also surprised by the lack of government officials who were also sitting in the study. He got up to greet them, but then he thought of the oral engagement between Rong Qian and Yu Di, and although he could not count the number, he could see that he was truly willing to marry his own daughter. This was not the reception room, but rather from his daughter's room.