Chapter 9: The Ominous Aura of the Ye Royal Residence

Madam Sheng slammed her cane forcefully on the ground, turning her back to him as she said, “If it weren’t for her ability to treat Yier’s illness, I would have punished her severely for what she did yesterday!”

With that, Madam Sheng snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Two hours later, Sheng Jintang and Sheng Yueying finally emerged from the ancestral hall.

Shortly after returning to her room, Sheng Yukun came to see her.

She stepped out unsteadily, tears brimming in her eyes, and bowed to Sheng Yukun, nearly falling to the floor.

Sheng Yukun reached out to steady her. “Jintang, are you alright?”

She sniffled and replied, “Thank you for your concern, Uncle.”

With a gentle sigh, Sheng Yukun asked, “Jintang, what happened yesterday? After so many years living under the same roof, do you think I don’t know what kind of person you are? You have always been neat and proper—I don’t believe you would act improperly.”

Wiping her tears, Sheng Jintang bowed her head and sobbed softly, “Uncle... Jintang is wronged... It’s Doctor Yun Qing from Sansheng Hall. I don’t know what grudge she holds against me, but she cast a cruel curse to harm me.”

Frowning deeply, Sheng Yukun seemed skeptical. “Sansheng Hall? That clinic has a good reputation.”

Sheng Jintang shook her head. “Uncle, I’m not lying. That Yun Qing is a snake in the grass. I heard she has been involved with Prince Ye recently and, being about the same age as me, she must have been jealous that I married Prince Ye. That’s why she resorted to such sinister means...”

Sheng Yukun was stunned for a moment before his anger flared. Clenching his fists, he growled, “If that’s true, I will make sure that girl pays dearly!”

Sheng Jintang dabbed her tears and said, “Uncle, no need. I heard this morning that Yun Qing has already died, and Sansheng Hall has closed. As for how she died... perhaps it was karma catching up with her.”

Sheng Yukun snorted coldly. “Even heaven couldn’t stand her any longer! Rest assured, even if she’s dead, I will seek justice for you and ensure your marriage to Prince Ye goes through.”

Filled with gratitude, Sheng Jintang said, “Thank you, Uncle.”

“Marquis, something’s wrong!” A maid hurried over. “The Third Miss returned to her room complaining of a headache and then fainted.”

Concern flashed in Sheng Yukun’s eyes as he quickly strode away. “Fetch the doctor immediately!”

Watching Sheng Yukun’s hurried retreat, Sheng Jintang calmly returned inside, dismissing the servants. From beneath her pillow, she took out a small doll bearing Sheng Yueying’s name.

She jabbed its head fiercely with an embroidery needle, gritting her teeth and whispering, “You little wretch! How dare you hit and scold me? Die! Just die!”

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Afternoon, Prince Ye’s residence.

Yun Qing changed into a pale purple embroidered “Flowing Clouds” gown. After a hearty meal and a comfortable rest on the bed, she opened her eyes and yawned lazily.

After some time recuperating, she felt refreshed.

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