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As long as one was not deaf, they would have heard the conversation between the three of them just now. This masked young master was the Prince Consort of the Queen Manor, but he was also Yan Jiuchao’s father who had passed away many years ago. They really did not know what had happened. Why did Prince Yan fake his death and leave his wife and child to be the Prince Consort of Nanzhao?

Everyone wanted to ask, but they were so frightened by Yan Jiuchao’s cold face that they couldn’t say a word. However, they refused to leave without saying anything.

“Is there anything else?” Yan Jiuchao asked coldly.

Everyone shook their heads like rattle drums. We just want to watch the fun.

“All of you, get out. You’re blocking the light!” Old Cui chased Jiang Hai, Qing Yan, and the other two away.

Although the four of them had walked out of the house, they strolled around the courtyard. They each grabbed a skewer and went back to squat under the windowsill. They had to hear about the matter of Little Jiuchao no matter what.

Creak—

The window lintel was pushed open. The four people squatting like farmers raised their heads in unison and met Yan Jiuchao’s cold face.

“Do-do you want some skewers?” Yue Gou handed over the vegetarian skewer in his hand.

“Doctor Cui, your first aid kit.” Zi Su carried Old Cui’s first aid kit over. “Do you need me to prepare hot water?”

Old Cui took out a small bag of herbs from the box. “Boil this first. Boil the water first, then put this in to cook for half an hour in a low fire.”

“Okay!” Zi Su took the medicine bag and left.

Old Cui then instructed, “Fu Ling, go to the greenhouse and pick some honeysuckle.”

The greenhouse in the East Manor was originally built overnight by the Old Madam to make her little grandson happy, but the three little black eggs went to cause trouble every few days. The strange flowers and plants were so frightened that they did not dare to bloom. Old Cui took the opportunity to plant some ugly herbs.

Fu Ling plucked the honeysuckle and fetched a bucket of cold water. Yu Wan began to wash the honeysuckle. As she washed, she did not forget to size up Yan Jiuchao’s expression.

He looked like an unruly young master, but his heart was always unfathomable. For example, at this moment, Yu Wan could not guess what he was thinking. However, he was pulled in by her and did not turn around and leave after she let go. This meant that he actually wanted to understand what had happened to the Prince Consort.

He had a bad temper, but he never acted on impulse. When necessary, he was shockingly calm. Yu Wan thought that if it were her, she would definitely not be able to do better than him.

After the honeysuckle was washed, Fu Ling took a portion to cook it and left the other portion to be mashed into juice by Yu Wan.

Old Cui handed Yu Wan a pill. “Crush this and add it to the honeysuckle.”

The honeysuckle had the effect of curing poison, but she did not know what this pill was for. Yu Wan crushed the pill and asked softly, “Just now, you said that he was drugged. Was it poison?”

Old Cui said, “It’s not poisonous, but it’s not a good thing.”

“What do you mean?” Yu Wan was puzzled.

Old Cui picked up one of the Prince Consort’s index fingers and pricked it with a golden needle. He dropped a drop of blood on the herb. The withered grass turned red at a visible speed. Old Cui sighed. “As expected, it’s Soul Devouring Grass.”

“Soul Devouring Grass?” Yu Wan had read so many medical books and had learned medical skills from Old Cui for so long. She had also known a lot of herbs, but she had never heard of such a strange name.

Old Cui explained, “Actually, it’s a kind of wild grass that grows on the edge of the cliff. It has the effect of repelling insects and itching, but its juice has the effect of hallucinating. It can’t come into contact with the wound, let alone enter one’s intestines. At best, it’ll cause a headache and make you dizzy, and it’ll cause you to hallucinate. At worst, it might destroy a person’s memories. If it’s any heavier, you’ll become a fool. This leaf is the leaf of the Soul Devouring Grass. It has the medicinal properties of the Soul Devouring Grass in its body, which is why it turned red.”

“I see.” Yu Wan took the leaf and looked at it. “In that case, the reason why he doesn’t remember the past is because of the Soul Devouring Grass?”

Old Cui nodded. “That should be the case.”

When she found out that the Prince Consort was Prince Yan, Yu Wan had wondered more than once why he would abandon Yan Jiuchao until she saw the way he looked at Yan Jiuchao just now. That was not the gaze of a man who had abandoned his wife.

Yu Wan turned her head and looked at Yan Jiuchao, who was caged in the night. “Yan Jiuchao, he didn’t mean to abandon you.”