The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 63: Surprisingly, Sixth Miss Practices Divination to Support the Family

Chapter 63: Surprisingly, Sixth Miss Practices Divination to Support the Family

At this moment, Nanli appeared to have a sudden realization, "Antidote? So the vine whip was poisoned."

The Taoist almost choked on his breath.

This young girl was truly formidable.

She must have known about the poison on the vine whip, which is why she caused such a commotion, forcing Li Cheng to reveal the truth.

"Don’t spout nonsense. There is no poison on the vine whip," the Taoist denied vehemently, while subtly winking at Li Cheng, indicating that Nanli hadn’t actually drawn blood.

However, having studied for many years and eagerly awaiting the imperial examination next spring, Li Cheng couldn’t afford to be unable to hold a brush.

All his years of effort would be in vain.

Thus, he felt a sense of panic and couldn’t comprehend the Taoist’s signal.

Nanli relaxed her grip, finally able to crawl over and grab the Taoist’s robe, shouting fiercely, "Give me the antidote quickly! I cannot become disabled! I still need to pass the imperial examination!"

Confucius and the students fell silent.

They were all scholars, at most stubborn and conservative, but not foolish.

They could now deduce that Li Cheng and the Taoist were in cahoots after witnessing this scene.

The Taoist, in a fit of anger, retorted, "You didn’t even bleed. Why are you panicking?"

Li Cheng had been struck twice by the vine whip on his back, causing a searing pain that made it difficult for him to see clearly.

After being reminded by the Taoist’s words, his face turned pale, and his body stiffened.

Now, he didn’t need to ask for an antidote; he needed to seek help from Confucius.

Confucius furrowed his brow and stepped forward, "What is going on here? Weren’t we trying to expel evil spirits? How could there be poison on the vine whip?"

Li Cheng shook his head in panic, "I don’t know either. It was the Taoist who poisoned it, not me..."

Nanli, seeing his denial, snorted lightly, "Young Master Song wasn’t affected by evil spirits at all. It was you who secretly administered the Night-Howling poison to him, causing him to lose consciousness and go mad, right? And then, you went even further by finding a Taoist to use a poisonous vine whip under the guise of expelling evil spirits. The vine whip was coated with a tendon-breaking powder. You intended to prevent him from ever holding a brush again."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yan’s anger surged, his temples throbbing, "Li Cheng, you are truly despicable!"

After cursing, he couldn’t contain his rage and kicked Li Cheng twice.

The Taoist looked at Nanli in astonishment.

In such a short time, she not only saw through his poisoning scheme but also knew the name of the poison.

The crowd erupted in an uproar, followed by anger.

They had all nearly been deceived.

Confucius trembled with anger, "Li Cheng, why would you do such a thing?"

Li Cheng continued to plead innocence, making a final struggle, "Young Master Song was truly affected by evil spirits."

The Taoist also understood Li Cheng’s intention and quickly added, "That’s right, the vine whip was indeed poisoned, but it was a poison used for expelling evil spirits."

Nanli couldn’t tolerate such a charlatan tarnishing the reputation of their sect.

"Whether Young Master Song was affected by evil spirits or poisoned, open your eyes wide and see for yourselves," she said, taking out a Heart-Clear-Detox Pill and pinching Song Zihan’s chin, forcing him to swallow it.

Soon, Song Zihan, who had been grimacing, calmed down.

After a moment, he regained his senses, albeit with a slight headache.

"Master, what... what happened?"

Why he was tied up?

Chu Yan was on the verge of tears of joy as he rushed over to help him untie the ropes.

"It was Li Cheng who poisoned you," he exclaimed.

The others were still somewhat fearful, a clear indication that Song Zihan had indeed regained her previous gentle demeanor.

At this moment, he fully believed Nanli’s words.

Confucius, with tears welling up in his eyes, approached him.

"Zihan, as long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters."

Seeing Song Zihan recover so quickly, Li Cheng’s hatred intensified.

He was seething with anger, especially when he saw Confucius so delighted.

His entire being was consumed by hatred.

In a fit of rage, he charged forward. "Song Zihan, go to hell!"

Song Zihan and the others couldn’t react in time. Just as the cold light was about to strike, Nanli threw a copper coin, hitting Li Cheng’s acupoint.

Li Cheng’s body went numb, and he collapsed to the ground.

Song Zihan’s heart was filled with fear as she trembled. "I haven’t wronged you, why do you wish for my death?"

"You always overshadow me. Of course, I wish for your death!" Li Cheng angrily retorted.

"Confucius never noticed me, and even the White Egret Academy didn’t send me an invitation. Only when you’re ruined and unable to achieve academic success can I have a chance to shine!"

Confucius, infuriated, brushed his sleeves. "With such a narrow mind, how can you ever shine? If you truly want to surpass Zihan, you should work harder and perform well in next year’s imperial examination."

In the pursuit of knowledge, one’s greatest enemy is not others, but oneself.

Little did they expect that Li Cheng, in order to eliminate Song Zihan as his formidable rival, would plot such a scheme, causing harm to many students.

Unfortunately, Li Cheng had now harmed himself as well, and he no longer had the opportunity to enter the examination hall.

Confucius immediately ordered someone to report to the authorities.

He would never tolerate students with malicious intentions.

Then, he apologized to Nanli. "I apologize for my earlier offense. Thanks to the young lady, Zihan was saved from harm."

He valued Song Zihan the most and hoped that she would excel in the exams and eventually become a high-ranking official, benefiting the people.

"It’s OK," Nanli replied, taking out an antidote pill and instructing Song Zihan to take another one the next day to completely eliminate the poison.

After expressing his sincere gratitude, Song Zihan said, "My health is not good. It seems I won’t be able to travel to the White Egret Academy for the debate tomorrow."

His head was still throbbing, and even if he went, he feared he wouldn’t be able to participate in the debate.

He felt a sense of regret.

Little did he know that as soon as he finished speaking, the black mist on his forehead dissipated.

Nanli, however, noticed it and was secretly alarmed.

She asked, "Fifth brother, who else is going to the White Egret Academy?"

Chu Yan turned his head. "This one."

Following his gaze, Nanli saw that the young man’s forehead was also shrouded in black mist, a sign that a great calamity was imminent.

After careful consideration, she realized that either an accident would occur on the way or something unfavorable would happen at the White Egret Academy.

Third Brother is at the White Egret Academy!

With this in mind, Nanli was determined to make a trip to the White Egret Academy.

Before leaving, she approached the young man and said, "Mr, I see that your forehead is darkened. Allow me to offer you a piece of advice: if you wish to stay alive, do not venture far in the coming days."

The young man was taken aback. He initially wanted to dismiss Nanli’s words as nonsense, but recalling her earlier display of power, he held back.

"R-really?"

Chu Yan chimed in, "As my Sixth Sister said, you shouldn’t go, it must be true. You know that people have to pay fifty taels of silver just to have their fortunes read by my Sixth Sister."

The young man thought to himself that the Marquis of Anyang’s residence must be in such dire straits that even their young miss had to earn money by telling fortunes.

He didn’t dare say much, but he patted Chu Yan’s shoulder.

"Your sister lives a tough life."

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