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The Eldest Young Mistress had been drinking the Medicine Tea for three or four months, but her health not only showed no signs of improvement; instead, she grew weaker by the day, becoming increasingly emaciated.
Su Yuntang unconsciously tightened her grip on the handkerchief. "What did Xu Daifu say?"
Xu Daifu, however, remained calm, stating that this was normal and that the medicine was taking effect. He claimed they needed to expel the root of the illness from her body first, and that once they got through this phase, everything would be fine. Wang Mama shook her head. "But... but the Eldest Young Mistress's condition is worsening. In the end..."
She did not finish her sentence, but the implication was clear.
Su Yuntang felt as if her heart had been struck by a heavy blow. She bit her lip hard to keep from crying out in despair. "Is Xu Daifu still our house physician?"
"He left long ago." Wang Mama waved her hand dismissively. "Not long after the Eldest Young Mistress fell ill, Xu Daifu returned to his hometown. He said he was too old to continue practicing medicine. He left in quite a hurry."
Just then, Cui Zhu came out from the inner room. "Second Young Mistress, you’re here! Madam Tai has woken up. Come quickly; let me see why you’re still not here."
Su Yuntang suppressed the turmoil within her and nodded in response. "Understood, I’ll be right there." She nodded at Wang Mama and followed Cui Zhu into the inner room.
Madam Tai was reclining on a couch, looking quite well. Upon seeing Su Yuntang enter, she waved her hand. "Qing Xi, come over and sit."
Su Yuntang stepped forward to pay her respects and sat down on the embroidered stool beside the couch, reaching out to take Madam Tai's pulse. However, today she found it impossible to concentrate; Wang Mama's earlier words echoed repeatedly in her mind—Medicine Tea, worsening health, Xu Daifu's sudden departure...
These clues intertwined in her heart like threads weaving a net, making her increasingly certain that her sister's death was no ordinary passing.
"Qing Xi," Madam Tai said, observing her closely. "Why do you seem so distracted today? If there’s something on your mind, tell your grandmother; I will help you."
Su Yuntang hurriedly gathered herself and forced a smile. "Grandmother worries too much; I’m fine. Your pulse is steady, and your health is recovering well."
Madam Tai studied her intently for a moment before nodding thoughtfully.
After finishing with the pulse diagnosis, Su Yuntang stood to take her leave. Just as she reached the curtain at the door, Madam Tai's voice called out behind her.
"Qing Xi."
"What else does Grandmother wish to say?" Su Yuntang turned back to ask.
Madam Tai squinted slightly, speaking in a calm tone. "Sometimes knowing too much isn’t necessarily a good thing. But if you know nothing at all, there are times when you won’t even understand how you died."
Her words floated lightly in the air but sent a chill down Su Yuntang’s spine.
She paused for a few seconds before softly replying, "The granddaughter-in-law has noted it down."
After returning from Madam Tai's courtyard, Su Yuntang was heavy with thoughts.
That night, she tossed and turned in bed, her mind swirling with thoughts of Medicine Tea, Xu Daifu, and her sister's death... These clues spun around in her head, and she needed more evidence to connect them all.
Early the next morning, Su Yuntang had an idea.
She got up and took a small porcelain bottle from her makeup box, pouring out a few brown pills. These were concocted earlier for emergencies.
The medicine wouldn't harm her; it would only make her pulse weak and her complexion pale, exactly what she needed.
She ground the pills into a fine powder, mixed it with warm water, and swallowed it down before lying back in bed.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the effects of the medicine began to take hold. Su Yuntang felt her limbs grow slightly weak and her head become a bit dizzy.
She slowly sat up, one hand pressed against her forehead. Just as she was about to stand up, her body weakened again, causing her to fall back onto the edge of the bed. Supporting herself with one hand on the bed frame, she softly called out, "Hong Xiu..."
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