Chapter 132: 有人下毒

There is a poisoner

“Didn’t you say that Prince Chen came a few days ago, and that the Duke of State had improved? How come it’s deteriorated again?” As soon as Sister Zhou said these words, those few subordinates immediately looked at Sister Zhou with a wary expression, “Go, go, go, where did you hear that from? You, this old woman, hurry up and step aside, don’t get in the way of our work.”

Sister Zhou was driven aside, while Lu Yunluo had just taken advantage of those few people’s inattention and had already entered the mansion.

Inside her memory, she had often come to the Duke Ding’s Residence, and thus, she was very familiar with the terrain here.

Along the way, she avoided quite a few maids and young lads. 

She smoothly arrived at her maternal grandfather’s bedroom, and as soon as she entered, she smelled the strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine.

Inside and outside the room, not even a single person was waiting there.

“Water…”

“Give me water…”

The old man on the bed was full of white hair, his face was weak, his cheeks were deeply sunken in, his face was pale and dry, even his lips were already dry and skinned.

Lu Yunluo’s heart ached and her tears almost fell.

Hurriedly picking up the small cup of tea on the table, she poured it and found that there wasn’t even a drop of water in it.

Lu Yunluo could not think of anything else at the moment, and hurriedly carried the teapot into the space and loaded a pot of spiritual spring water out, poured a cup, and slowly fed her grandfather a little bit of water to drink.

This spiritual spring is very beneficial to the body.

Drinking it when you’re weak can replenish your body’s strength, and drinking it often can strengthen your body.

When she was in the Cold Palace, she often took advantage of the time when Yin Shuang and Sister Zhou didn’t pay attention to her, so she secretly poured this spiritual spring water into the pot and the effect was still very good.

After the Old Master Su drank a little of the spiritual spring water, he fell into a deeper sleep.

Only then did Lu Yunluo begin to help her maternal grandfather and took his pulse.

In her previous life, she had grown up learning medicine for twenty years from elementary school to the ancient medical science Institute. 

If it wasn’t for an accident, she would have long since become the youngest sect master of the ancient medicine institute and she wouldn’t have transmigrated over to this dynasty.

As time passed, Lu Yunluo’s face became more and more sullen.

This is not a sickness? 

This is clearly someone poisoning and deliberately plotting to kill him! 

The poisoner is really sinister!

Usually the poisoner puts the poison little by little so that person completely wouldn’t realize it, the toxin accumulates in a small number before it becomes serious illnesses, and then slightly more of it will be enough to take a person’s life!

And this kind of poison, if it is not people with high medical skills, they simply can’t see it and they will only think that her grandfather is old and weak so he becomes sick like this.

If it is not for Prince Chen’s blood lotus, it is estimated that her (maternal) grandfather has long been dead!

Fortunately, it could still be saved, everything is still not too late!

After leaving the door, she was going to look for Uncle Wang to find out the detailed situation in the mansion.

This Uncle Wang is the Grand Steward of the Duke of Ding Mansion, when he was young, his grandfather saved his life once, therefore because of this, since then he has been with his grandfather’s side. 

If there was anyone else in the Dingguo Mansion that she could trust, it would be this Uncle Wang.

After avoiding the servants in the mansion and looking around, she didn’t see Uncle Wang’s figure.

Just when she was thinking about whether to find a young lad to ask, a familiar figure came over from outside the stables.

Five days ago, Uncle Wang was reported by a young lad to have coveted a large amount of silver money in his room and was ready to escape with the illegal money. In his room, they found a large amount of treasures. Originally, he was to be sold, but on account of his many years of service to the old master, he was demoted from the position of steward to work in the stables.

Uncle Wang did not have a word of explanation, directly accepting the second master’s public punishment.

These five days of work in the stables were tiring and bitter.

The food given to him every day was all leftovers, both the rice and dishes, and even some of it was already spoiled.

He strained to carry a bucket of water and prepared to go in to rewash the floor, when a clear voice suddenly sounded behind him, “Uncle Wang.”