The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 212 Accountability within Ting

Everyone looked in Murong Ruoyan's direction, some with surprise, some with fear.

A hint of doubt flickered in Jing Anle's eyes as he looked at Mu Ping, who gently shook her head.

Jing Anle withdrew his gaze and immediately understood that it was done by his subordinates, who were vying for power and competing with each other. Jing Anle didn't care who did it, but Murong Ruoyan couldn't die in the General's Mansion.

"Go quickly and fetch a doctor," Old Madam Qin ordered. Her eyes darkened slightly, knowing that someone was deliberately playing tricks. But that person had miscalculated. This was the General's Mansion; no one could be allowed to act recklessly.

At this moment, Murong Ruoyan was rolling on the ground in pain, and her maid Lan Xin was terrified beside her, crying out, "Miss! Miss!"

"Someone, move Miss Murong to the side hall."

Zhao Yayi, who was sitting in her seat, glanced at Murong Ruoyan with a thoughtful look in her eyes. She immediately stood up and said, "Princess, Madam, the situation is urgent. Why don't we let Yayi give it a try?"

Zhao Yayi's expression was indifferent, but she seemed confident.

After a moment's thought, Madam Qin knew that Zhao Yayi's mother was skilled in medicine, and that she herself often practiced medicine in the army. She immediately turned to Jing Anle and said, "Princess, why don't we let Miss Zhao give it a try?"

Jing Anle naturally trusted Old Madam Qin, and she nodded, saying, "Since Grandmother has said so, Miss Zhao, then please save the person."

"Yes." Zhao Yayi did not refuse. After speaking, she quickly walked to Murong Ruoyan's side, taking her pulse and checking her condition.

"Miss Zhao, please save my young lady." Lan Xin's voice was choked with sobs.

Zhao Yayi found it strange. There was nothing wrong with Murong Ruoyan's body, not even a single red rash, so why was Murong Ruoyan constantly complaining of itching? She immediately pressed one of Murong Ruoyan's acupoints, sealing off Murong Ruoyan's sensation.

Murong Ruoyan immediately stopped itching, but she also felt her body stiffen, only her eyes could move. She knelt in the arms of her maid Lan Yu.

"Did your young lady eat or drink anything just now, or wipe anything on her face?" Zhao Yayi asked methodically, first inquiring about the cause of her illness.

A hint of appreciation flashed across the face of Old Madam Qin, who was sitting at the top.

“My young lady had breakfast at home before leaving the house, and she didn’t eat anything else during that time,” Lan Xin said after thinking for a while.

"What about external use?" Zhao Yayi asked.

The other noble ladies also looked at Lan Xin with great curiosity.

“Nothing special.” Lan Xin then seemed to remember something, “Oh, right, my young lady used the perfume balm that Miss Pu gave her today.”

For a moment, everyone looked at Pu Yanran. Pu Yanran looked at everyone blankly, and then quickly denied it, saying, "I never gave her any perfume!"

Sitting on the stage, Jing Anle watched the play and roughly guessed what was going on. She turned to look at Old Madam Qin, whose eyes were filled with gloom.

"Perfume balm?" Zhao Yayi didn't care where the perfume balm came from, and continued, "May I take a look?"

"Yes." Lan Xin hurriedly searched her sleeve but couldn't find it. After a while, she remembered that Murong Ruoyan had put it in her own sleeve for convenience. Sure enough, Lan Xin found the box of perfume in Murong Ruoyan's sleeve and handed it to Zhao Yayi.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the box of perfume.

"This is it."

Zhao Yayi opened the box, and indeed the fragrance was intoxicating. She took off the plain hairpin from her hair, gently picked up a little bit of the white ointment, examined it carefully, and then smelled it.

The noble ladies watching this were also quite puzzled.

"Has Miss Zhao found anything?" Jing Anle asked.

Zhao Yayi put the hairpin away and respectfully said to Jing Anle, "Your Highness, there is indeed a problem with this ointment."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of discussion among the people.

Jing Anle asked with some curiosity, "Oh? Miss Zhao, please go ahead."

"This ointment has been mixed with Drunken Red Powder, which can cause unbearable itching without leaving any trace. However, it is not poisonous. Using this product will cause unbearable itching all over the body, which goes deep into the bone marrow. But it will subside on its own in just two hours, and you will return to normal."

"Therefore, Miss Murong's life is not in danger."

The doctor arrived shortly afterward, and his diagnosis was consistent with Zhao Yayi's. After all, this doctor was the physician of the General's Mansion and had extensive experience.

Jing Anle clapped her hands and praised, "Miss Zhao is indeed amazing. Not only does she play the zither well, but she is also proficient in medicine. I really admire her."

Zhao Yayi nodded and lowered her eyes, saying, "Your Highness is too kind." Her face showed little expression, only a faint one.

Jing Anle found Zhao Yayi rather interesting and turned to ask Madam Qin, "Grandmother, what do you think should be done about this?"

When Madam Qin heard Jing Anle speak, her eyes relaxed. "Someone, move Miss Murong to the side hall first."

At this moment, two sturdy old women came to help Murong Ruoyan. Lan Xin also wanted to go with them, but was stopped by Old Madam Qin.

"Are you Miss Murong's maid?" Old Madam Qin asked.

"Yes, this servant is Lan Xin." Lan Xin was somewhat flustered and answered with her head down.

Old Madam Qin's eyes seemed to be filled with venom as she continued to ask, "Who did you say gave you this ointment?"

Lan Xin raised her head and looked at Old Madam Qin with fear.

"You don't need to be afraid, just repeat what you just said."

Lan Xin glanced cautiously at the seated noble ladies, then kowtowed sharply and said, "Reporting to Madam Qin, when I went to find my young lady, I met a lady on the way. She claimed to be Miss Pu Yanran's maid and said that this perfume was a gift from her mistress."

"You're talking nonsense!" Pu Yanran couldn't listen anymore and stood up in a hurry, pointing at Lan Xin angrily.

“Princess, Madam, my daughter has never done such a thing. I am not familiar with Miss Murong at all,” Pu Yanran continued.

Pu Yanran was unaware that her eagerness to defend herself had also pushed her out of the running for Qin's daughter-in-law.

Jing Anle didn't answer her, but asked instead, "I wonder how many maids Miss Pu brought today?"

"I only brought one, my personal maid, Wenjuan," Pu Yanran replied, regaining her composure. Pu Yanran immediately realized what Lan Xin meant and said, "Since you say she's my maid, then you two should confront each other!"

A short while later, Wenjuan came out from the back, bowed to everyone, and waited to be questioned.

Lan Xin looked up and was stunned when she saw Wen Juan wearing a light blue short jacket. This reaction was noticed by everyone.

"Lan Xin, is the maid who gave you the perfume the same Wen Juan who is standing right in front of you?" Jing Anle asked coldly.

Lan Xin hesitated for a moment, as she didn't recognize the person in front of her.

"How dare you! Didn't you hear me asking you a question?" Jing Anle's voice turned even colder, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent. Everyone lowered their heads and dared not move.

"This servant wouldn't dare!" Lan Xin was so frightened that she immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. "It wasn't this Sister Wen Juan who gave me the perfume, but she did claim to be Miss Pu's maid. This servant wouldn't dare to lie!"

"Oh? That's strange." Jing Anle looked at the group of noble ladies sitting below. "Who on earth dares to act so boldly?"

Jing Anle's casual words caused a stir among the people below, especially one noblewoman whose hands clenched unconsciously and whose back was covered in a fine layer of sweat.