On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2112 Tonight at Midnight

Huo Changhe looked at the poisoned quilt and pressed his temples.

"One wave subsides only for another to rise; the Su family is truly in turmoil."

“I always felt,” Yan Ruyu said, “that Su Jingzhuo was hiding something.”

Huo Changhe's expression turned slightly grim: "What do you mean?"

"Perhaps I should have agreed with Su Shengsheng earlier and let the entire Su family investigate the mole."

Huo Changhe asked in surprise, "Won't that alert the enemy?"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized: "You just want to scare the snake?"

"Indeed, Your Highness understands me best."

Inside the carved vermilion gate, the maids and servants who used to bustle about were now silent, their shoes making only a very soft rustling sound as they walked along the bluestone slabs.

People in the manor are whispering that the second young master, Su Jingzhuo, has been poisoned. The poison is strange and vicious; the bowl of medicine sent in has never been emptied. It is said that he has already fainted and is as weak as a candle in the wind.

Miss Su Shengsheng's figure traversed almost every corner of the mansion, her face darker than water.

"Search again! Be thorough, don't miss anything under the bed, on top of the cabinets, or in the cracks of the window frames! Anything suspicious, even a scrap of paper or a strand of hair, must be brought to me!"

This poison is so strange that even the young doctor is helpless, saying that whether he can survive until midnight tonight depends entirely on fate.

For a time, the entire government was filled with anxiety.

The evening breeze carried a slight chill, rustling the sycamore leaves in the garden.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe walked slowly on the gravel path, both of them with a somber expression on their faces.

"Is Su Jingzhuo's condition really that dangerous?" Huo Changhe's voice was filled with worry.

Yan Ruyu nodded: "The poison has already invaded the heart meridian, and the breath is getting weaker and weaker. Midnight is the time of yin and yang transition, and it is also the time when the poison is most intense. It is hard to say whether we can survive it."

Her tone was calm, yet tinged with a hint of helplessness: "Miss Su has turned the mansion upside down, but she hasn't found even the slightest clue as to who poisoned her. It's clear that the other party is extremely secretive in their actions."

"Who could it be?" Huo Changhe frowned, his eyes full of confusion. "Su Jingzhuo is gentle and never makes enemies. Everyone in the manor respects him. How could someone be so cruel as to do such a thing?"

"Human hearts are unpredictable." Yan Ruyu sighed softly. "The Su family is of high standing, and Brother Jingzhuo is the only son of the Su family, so it's inevitable that he will get involved in some trouble. Perhaps he's after the Su family's power, or perhaps... there are old grudges that haven't been settled."

She paused for a moment: "Now we can only hope for a miracle, that he can make it through tonight."

The two left while talking, and the lanterns in the garden lit up one by one. The dim yellow light shone through the lampshades and onto the ground, adding a touch of desolation.

As night deepened, midnight drew ever closer.

The Su residence was deathly silent; even the usually noisy chirping of insects had fallen silent, as if they too were worried about Su Jingzhuo's safety.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared like a ghost outside the west courtyard wall.

She was dressed in a tight black outfit and wore a black headscarf, revealing only a pair of clear but cold eyes.

Slender in stature, yet incredibly swift in movement, she silently vaulted over the wall, landing as lightly as a feather.

She skillfully avoided the patrolling groups, staying close to the shadows of the pillars as she approached the main house step by step.

A lone lamp was still lit in the room, its dim light shining through the window paper, through which one could vaguely see shadowy figures moving about inside; they were probably the maids guarding the bedside.

It seems the rumors in the manor are true; Su Jingzhuo has indeed been poisoned and is in critical condition.

But how is that enough?

The dark figure gripped the short knife hidden in her sleeve, the grooves on the hilt digging into her palm. She took a deep breath—she wanted to watch Su Jingzhu die!

I watched him breathe his last, and his head was chopped off!

The dark figure, filled with hatred, was about to step across the threshold when a figure suddenly darted out from the side and blocked her way.

The newcomer was also masked, revealing only a pair of deep eyes. He was much taller than the shadowy figure, and his aura was calm, showing no sign of panic.

The shadowy figure felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively raised his short knife, ready to fight. But then he heard the masked man speak in a low voice, his tone calm yet urgency: "Come with me, I won't hurt you."

The shadowy figure paused, his grip on the knife remaining firm, his eyes filled with vigilance.

"Who are you?" the shadowy figure asked in a hoarse voice.

The masked man didn't answer her question, but spoke again, his voice still low, but with a hint of earnestness: "You can't go in now, going in... will only harm you."

The shadowy figure frowned slightly, and the doubt in his eyes deepened.

She had been planning this for a long time.

"Whether I go in or not is none of your business," she said coldly, shifting her feet slightly as if trying to go around her.

“The Su residence is heavily guarded now. If you make your move now, even if you succeed, you may not be able to leave alive.”

The masked man saw through her thoughts and calmly analyzed, "Miss Su is searching the entire mansion for the poisoner. Your actions are tantamount to walking into a trap."

Besides, do you think killing him will achieve your desired goal?

The shadowy figure stopped moving; the masked man's words struck a nerve with her.

She wasn't entirely confident she could escape unscathed, but her deep-seated conviction prevented her from giving up.

"follow me."

The masked man turned and walked away, and the shadowy figure hesitated for a moment before quickly following.

The two walked to a secluded courtyard. The masked man stopped and turned to look at the dark figure behind him, who was a few meters away and was on high alert.

"Did you kill Su Jingzhuo for revenge?"

The shadowy figure paused for a moment, its eyes still icy: "I don't need to explain myself to you. Just tell me, what did you mean by what you just said?"

The masked man took a step closer to her, closing the distance between them.

His voice remained low, yet carried a strange persuasiveness: "Would killing him bring you relief? Would it completely dispel the hatred in your heart?"

The shadowy figure's fingertips gripped the hilt of the knife, tightening their grip little by little, causing a slight pain in his palm.

"It's none of your business," she said through gritted teeth. "If you keep spouting nonsense, I'm leaving."

As she spoke, she turned to leave.

"Wait," the masked man called out to her, his tone carrying a barely perceptible urgency.

The shadowy figure kept moving.

The masked man stepped forward again and whispered, "Ling Shi!"

These two words, like a thunderclap, exploded in the shadowy figure's ears.

She froze, the color draining from her face. She turned sharply, staring intently at the masked man, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"who are you?"

A complex emotion flashed in the masked man's eyes—a mixture of heartache, guilt, and a hint of relief.

He didn't answer her question, but slowly raised his hand and reached for the black cloth covering his face.

The black cloth slowly slipped down, revealing a handsome face.