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Chapter 247: The Origin of Aunt Zhang (3)

Chapter 247: Chapter 247: The Origin of Aunt Zhang (3)

An Yiqing took out several porcelain vials, mixed the medical powders inside according to a specific ratio, and sprinkled it onto the bowls and dishes.

Indeed! The white bowls and dishes gradually turned red, the color bright and eerie!

An Yiqing’s gaze was icy, her eyes freezing over, filled with unrestrained murderous intent!

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Early the next day, as if nothing had happened, An Yiqing carried on with her breakfast normally, chatting with the family. It was the weekend, and even the busybodies like An Zisheng and An Zhihang had made time to stay at home specially, the whole family together in joyful harmony. After routinely skipping classes these past days, she had decisively planned to end her studies early. The curriculum at the school now seemed rudimentary to her, especially for a prodigy who had almost finished reading all the medical books in the Xuan University library, and An Yiqing felt that self-study was the better option. So, after explaining her reasons to the director of studies, she packed up and returned home.

After the meal, Aunt Li cleaned up the dining table while Aunt Zhang mopped the floor.

"Aunt Zhang," An Yiqing glanced at her and spoke kindly, "I left some things at the school. Could you go and get them for me?"

"Me?" Aunt Zhang pointed to herself in surprise.

"Yes," An Yiqing nodded with a gentle laugh, "They are some medical tools. I dare not let others fetch them, fearing they might get it wrong due to lack of expertise. You’ve worked at a clinic, so you are the only one I trust to help me with this."

Confronted with the girl’s polite demeanor and flawless reasoning, Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment but finally nodded her head.

After Aunt Zhang left, An Yiqing swiftly went to her bedroom, beginning a thorough search.

Xuan University was not particularly close to the An Family estate, the round trip would take at least an hour. An Yiqing hadn’t sent a car with Aunt Zhang, precisely to ensure she spent a little more time outside.

About half an hour later, having turned Aunt Zhang’s room upside down, An Yiqing unearthed a small porcelain vial from inside her pillow.

The girl sneered as she looked at the white powder inside the vial, her eyes frosty.

At that moment, a rush of hurried footsteps approached from afar, followed by Aunt Zhang’s gasping cry at the doorway.

"Miss, what are you doing?!" Aunt Zhang entered the room flustered, her face flushed as she said, "Though I am a servant, you can’t just enter my room without permission, miss! That’s an invasion of privacy!"

Hearing the commotion, An Zisheng, Kong Shi, and the others in the living room quickly ran to the doorway of Aunt Zhang’s bedroom, puzzled.

"Little sister, what’s happening?" Sensing something was off, An Zhihang asked with some concern.

An Yiqing did not respond, her cool gaze fixed as she opened her palm to reveal the porcelain vial in her hand, "What is this?"

Aunt Zhang glanced at the vial, panic flickering in her eyes as she stammered, "I, I don’t know."

"You don’t know?" An Yiqing let out a cold laugh and slowly approached Aunt Zhang, "You don’t know, so let me tell you! This is called ’Drunken Scatter.’ Normal people won’t have any reaction when they take it, but it can cause organ failure and gradually lead to death in those who are weak, especially if combined with a plant called the Soul-Parting Flower. Aunt Zhang, am I right?"

Staring into An Yiqing’s eyes, sharp as knives, Aunt Zhang felt as though there were nowhere to hide. She kept stepping back, disbelieving as she gazed at the approaching girl, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand, I don’t understand!"

"You don’t understand?! Who was it that lured Aunt Li to the market to buy bowls and dishes? Who told Aunt Li that the Soul-Parting Flower could refresh the mind and strengthen the brain? All those bowls and dishes were soaked with the poison ’Drunken Scatter,’ and with the Soul-Parting Flower in my mother’s room, you meant to take her life! With things as they are, do you still think I’m accusing you wrongly?!" An Yiqing’s sharp cry, laden with Inner Breath, turned Aunt Zhang’s face pale with fear.