Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Chapter 589: She Got Weaker And Weaker

The abbess nodded.
“Of course.
Please wait for a moment, Patron Lu.”

“All right.” Lu Liangwei nodded.

After the abbess left, Lu Liangwei fished out a silver needle and pricked one of the pressure points on Madam Zheng’s arm.
As she expected, after pulling it out, she found that a length of the silver needle had turned black.

As Lu Liangwei looked at the blackened portion of the silver needle, a scornful smile appeared on her lips.
It seemed that Madam Zheng knew too much, and someone wanted to permanently silence her for that.

She put the silver needle away.

After Sister Fahui arrived, Lu Liangwei asked her a few questions.

“When did Madam Zheng fall ill?”

Fahui placed her palms together and answered respectfully, “It was in June.
At that time, Patron Zheng had merely caught a cold, but we never expected her to get weaker and weaker until she eventually couldn’t even get out of bed.”

Lu Liangwei went into deep thought for a while.
She was still in Tianzhu Mountain in June, the hottest time of the year.
How could Madam Zheng catch a cold for no reason?

“If it’s just an ordinary cold, how come it could make her bedridden?”

Fahui looked as puzzled as anyone.
“I’m not sure either.
Back then, our abbess even called a physician to treat her, but she never got any better.
In fact, Patron Zheng’s condition worsened at the beginning of this month, and she’s been unconscious all this while.
The physician examined her, but he still couldn’t find out what’s causing it.”

She then glanced at Madam Zheng lying unconscious on the bed.
Her heart was filled with sympathy, and she could not help but whisper, “Patron Lu, the heavens take pleasure in the welfare of all living creatures.
I’m guessing that Patron Zheng is unaccustomed to the environment here, and that’s what’s ruining her body.
If you could bring her back and care for her, her condition might improve.”

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei nodded with a smile.
“You’re right, Sister Fahui.
The heavens take pleasure in the welfare of all living creatures.
I also find it unsettling to see Aunt Zheng in such a state, and I was thinking of bringing her back for medical treatment.
In that case, please help her pack her things, and I’ll send someone to fetch her after I get back.”

Fahui was delighted to hear this.
“The heavens will surely bless you for your kind heart, Patron Lu.”

Lu Liangwei smiled.
“Thank you for the trouble, Sister.”

Fahui shook her head.
“You’re welcome, Patron Lu.
It’s no trouble at all.”

After casting one last glance at Madam Zheng, Lu Liangwei left White Cloud Temple.

The carriage was parked quietly outside the temple.
Zhao Qian was waiting by it, but Long Yang was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing Lu Liangwei come out, Zhao Qian hurriedly went up to her.
“Your Highness.”

Lu Liangwei glanced at the carriage and asked, “Is His Majesty inside?”

“Yes, Master is resting in the carriage,” replied Zhao Qian.

Lu Liangwei thought for a while, then said to Zhao Qian, “Butler Zhao, could you send someone here to fetch Madam Zheng?”

Zhao Qian was confused.
“Madam Zheng?”

Lu Liangwei nodded, deciding not to hide it from him.
“Madam Zheng’s deeply poisoned and doesn’t have long to live, but I still want to get some information from her, so she can’t die yet.”

Zhao Qian’s eyes flashed at her words, then he said in bewilderment, “I actually did order someone to drug her just to make her unable to get up, but it’s nothing harmful.
I didn’t order them to poison her.”

Hearing this, Lu Liangwei looked at him in astonishment.
“You ordered someone to drug Madam Zheng?”

Zhao Qian felt a little awkward.
“It’s not suitable to talk here.
Please board the carriage first, Your Highness.
I’ll tell you everything later.”

Lu Liangwei was a little suspicious, but she got into the carriage as told.

The moment she stepped inside, she was enveloped in Long Yang’s embrace.

“Is everything settled?” His eyes were lightly closed as he sniffed at her neck with his chiseled nose.

Lu Liangwei was ticklish and avoided his touch.

“Your Majesty, did you order Butler Zhao to drug Madam Zheng?” Thinking of what she heard, she hurriedly asked this question.