Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 92

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Closing her eyes, Yuan Hua's eyes were full of doubts.

She really couldn't think of who offended a little court lady and would be murdered like this.

Frowning slightly, Yuan Hua thought for a moment.

Suddenly, as if she thought of something, her eyes lit up.

"I see, her death is because someone wanted to kill her to silence her!"

"Oh?"

Hearing Yuan Hua's words, Bai Jinchu immediately regained his spirits.

He looked at Yuan Hua for a moment, waiting for her to continue.

"Do you still remember what General Jiang Ling said, when did Huan's concubine's maid die from poisoning?"

"He was interrogating about Concubine Huan..." Before Bai Jinchu finished speaking, he realized something: "So you mean..."

"Well, there is something strange about Concubine Huan's death. The person who poisoned her didn't want the maid to tell the truth, so he poisoned her before General Jiang Ling interrogated her."

Hearing this, Bai Jinchu nodded slightly, agreeing with Yuan Hua's analysis very much.

But only for a moment, he thought of a very suspicious thing: "The poisoner sank the maid's body in the well, didn't he know the consequences?"

"To be able to inject such a poison that resembles cholera symptoms to a palace lady, the person who poisoned it should know some medical skills. Therefore, he should know what will happen if the palace lady's body is not handled properly. The palace lady's body was sunk to the bottom of the well , or he did it on purpose to cause chaos in the Gulan Kingdom. Either the person who disposed of the corpse was not him!"

Speaking out the guess in his heart in one breath, Yuan Hua's heart beat a little.

If the truth is like her second guess, it's okay, but if it's the first guess, then there is a more terrifying conspiracy hidden behind this matter.

If she could think of these things, Bai Jinchu would naturally be able to think of them too.

He frowned slightly, with a serious expression on his face: "I hope your second guess is correct."

……

In the backyard room.

Su Nuannuan studied the piece of carrion that Wu Zuo gave her for a long time, but the longer she studied, the more doubts in her heart became.

The poison the deceased had taken during his lifetime was somewhat similar to several poisons she knew.

If she doesn't experience the symptoms of poisoning herself, she can't draw a conclusion directly.

Biting her lip lightly, Su Nuannuan turned her head to look at the scissors on the side, and had already made a decision in her heart.

Standing up, Su Nuannuan picked up the scissors, held them in her hands, and gently cut a small cut on the tip of her index finger.

The hand raised the knife, and the dark red liquid overflowed from Su Nuannuan's fingertips.

Ignoring the slight pain from her fingertips, she put the scissors back in place, and then gently touched the small piece of carrion cut from the corpse with her injured finger.

The sun was setting, and the sky was gradually getting dark.

Su Nuannuan locked herself in the room for a whole day, and when the servant brought the boiled soup, the door would only open a crack, and then close again.

No one knew what she was doing inside, even Nangong Wuchen and Nangong Yiran, father and son, were blocked by her from the door of the room.

At night, after Su Nuannuan took the third dose of medicine, she waited quietly for more than an hour.

Feeling that the discomfort in her body was gradually weakening, she put her fingertips on her pulse, and she couldn't help but feel happy: "I found it, it's it, it's it!"

Standing up, Su Nuannuan picked up the prescription and came to the door.

She just opened the door and found Nangong Wuchen standing outside the door motionless.

(End of this chapter)