After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

"Second...Second Young Master." Chunlan bowed quickly.

Yan Mobai leaned over, picked up the silver string that had fallen on the ground, and looked at it in his hand.

Chunlan saw him staring at the thin rope, his face becoming colder and colder, and his jaw becoming more and more tense. She thought he thought she had stolen it.

She hurriedly explained, "This silver thread was left over by the mistress, it was not stolen by me."

Yan Mobai threw the string back to the ground and glanced inside the room: "Where is she?"

"The lady said she had something to do outside the house and will be back soon." Chunlan replied respectfully.

Yan Mobai looked at her coldly: "Then why didn't you come with us?"

Chunlan trembled: "The lady didn't let me."

Yan Mobai lowered his eyes and pursed his thin lips.

What's so urgent that you need to go out alone in the middle of the night without even taking your maid with you?

Contact King Kang.

Yan Mobai's face was stern and he turned and walked out.

When he reached the yard, he stopped again and stood quietly for a while in the dark night.

He reached into his sleeve and pulled out the dagger, trying to remove the silver rope tied to the hole in the handle, but found that he had tied a knot.

Frowning, he simply pulled hard and the silver rope was broken.

Putting the dagger into his sleeve, he turned around and went back into the house, holding the broken silver rope.

In the room, Chunlan just bent down to pick up the silver rope he threw on the ground. When she looked up, she saw him coming back again. She was so scared that she quickly threw the silver rope back to the ground.

Yan Mobai walked straight towards her.

“Did you make this up?”

Chunlan saw that he was also holding a thin silver rope in his hand, and she recognized the weaving technique at a glance.

"No, this is my first time learning to braid tonight. The one in the second young master's hand belongs to the eldest lady."

Yan Mobai's expression lightened up a little.

He closed his five fingers and grasped the silver rope in his hand. Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he heard Chunlan say, "This is what the lady braided some time ago for her hair."

Yan Mobai paused and turned around.

"You braided it a while ago? For tying your hair?"

Isn't it the relic her mother left her?

Isn't it a safety rope?

Chunlan nodded: "Yes, I use it to tie my hair when I take a bath."

Yan Mobai looked coldly, said nothing more, pursed his thin lips, and left indifferently.

Chunlan finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his back completely disappear at the door.

She didn't know why the lady's thin rope was in the second young master's hand, nor did she know what the second young master meant by asking this. She only knew that she broke out in a cold sweat.

She bent down again to pick up her silver rope on the ground, and suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the door. She was startled and instinctively threw the silver rope back to the ground and straightened up.

Sure enough, it was that 'Yan Luo' who came back again.

However, this time she did not come in. Instead, Ling Ran stood at the door and said in a cold voice: "It's so late. As a servant, don't you know how to go find your master?"

Chunlan was startled and quickly replied, "I will go right away."

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Corning Medical Clinic, interior

Ning Miao and Nie Huan watched Doctor Tong put the cloth into a bowl of medicine.

"Wait a moment, it will take a cup of tea to soak." Doctor Tong said.

Ning Miao nodded: "Yes, thank you, Doctor Tong."

Seeing that Doctor Tong had gone out to do something else, Nie Huan took Ning Miao's hand and walked to the bench nearby and sat down.

"Have you always lived in such fear and caution in the Marquis' Mansion?"

Ning Miao shook his head: "Not really. When I first entered the Marquis' Mansion, it was like walking on a knife's edge. Later, I gained Yan Mobai's trust and it was fine. It's just that he has been a little abnormal recently, and I have to think about it."

"So you suspect he poisoned you? If a man like him wanted to kill you, he would kill you directly, right? Why would he need to poison you secretly?"

"I'm not afraid of a thousand, I'm just afraid of one, so I'll feel more at ease after confirming it."

At last, Ning Miao sighed and added, "I also hope that I am overthinking."

Nie Huan smiled: "You must be overthinking it."

Not long after, Doctor Tong came in, took a pair of chopsticks, and picked out the cloth soaked in the bowl.

Ning Miao and Nie Huan quickly stood up to take a look.

He took out a silver needle and inserted it into the medicine in the bowl. After a moment, he took it out.

The tip of the silver needle suddenly turned black.

Ning Miao's pupils narrowed sharply.

"Does it mean that the tea spilled on the cloth is poisonous?" Ning Miao's voice changed.

Doctor Tong nodded, put down the silver needle, picked up the bowl, looked at its color carefully, and put it under his nose to sniff the smell carefully.

"It is poisonous, and extremely poisonous. It will kill you."

Ning Miao's body swayed, but Nie Huan, who was standing beside her, quickly caught her and prevented her from falling.

Ning Miao had heard of Chen Bi.

A particle as small as a speck of dust can kill a person instantly, hence the name "dust death".

There was indeed poison in the tea.

He really did poison her, and it was so poisonous.

Although she was mentally prepared, she still couldn't accept it at this moment.

Seeing that her face was extremely pale, Nie Huan helped her to sit on a stool and poured her a glass of water.

Ning Miao took it in a daze, held the cup in her hand, lowered her eyes, looked at the water in the cup, she had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

From the time he broke his promise and dropped her off at the dock in Jiangnan, to the time he returned to Beijing without saying goodbye, to the time she went to give him some socks and he didn't see her either, to the time she saw him again, he told her coldly to leave.

She felt that something was wrong with him, and that something must have gone wrong.

Later, when he mentioned Yan Kunpeng, she thought that his abnormal behavior was due to jealousy, so she no longer suspected anything else.

So much so that when he suddenly swept away the cup of tea he had poured for her, although she felt that he was overreacting and joked that it might be poisonous, she did not think anything bad in her heart.

It was not until the night banquet at Prince Ning's Mansion that Prince Ning and his wife proposed his marriage to Yuan Ziyan. He readily agreed without saying a word, which made her suspicious again.

She was sure that he was not in love with Yuan Ziyan.

She had seen his previous attitude towards Yuan Ziyan.

At best, he treated her a little better than other women. After all, she was the sister of Prince Ning and Princess Ning, but he also clearly maintained a great sense of propriety and distance.

Moreover, he said that he would never have children in his life, and probably would not marry.

In addition, although his relationship with King Ning was that of monarch and subject, they were also close friends. He was not the kind of person who had to obey King Ning's words even if he didn't want to.

Moreover, there were no other outsiders at the night banquet, and Princess Ning also said that the opinions of the parties involved would be sought first.

Besides, he is not someone who can be coerced by others.

So, he could have refused, but he agreed readily.

A man who never wants to get married and have children in his entire life, and who is cold and aloof, suddenly agrees to marry a woman he doesn't like. Why?

She had a strong feeling that he was either doing it for himself or for her.

Doing it for yourself means forcing yourself to enter into a new relationship in order to force yourself to break up an old relationship.

What we do is to show her that she will retreat when she encounters difficulties and retreat when she knows what is good to do.

Either way, it's to break up the relationship with her.