On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2243 You Question, I Provoke

"Afu" moved his fingers first, his fingertips parting a corner of the sheet covering his face.

Yin Ding strode forward, the short sword at his waist flashing slightly as he drew it. The blade sliced ​​through the seam of the bed sheet, tearing a clean gash in the tightly wrapped fabric.

"Well done, the feigned death while spitting blood was so convincing." Yin Ding sheathed his sword, his voice low, and glanced at the overgrown mass grave around him to make sure there was no one else around.

The person wrapped in the sheet sat up, raised their hand to wipe away the dark red residue left on the corner of their lips. The color was shocking, but there was no sign of dishevelment.

He smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, and said with a hint of approval, "The things the princess gave me are good, truly."

The blood paste was sticky and had a strange taste, but it was indistinguishable from real vomited blood. Even an old fox like Zhou Zhenghang couldn't spot the deception.

"Afu" raised his hand and rubbed his face. With his fingertips, he gently tore off a thin human skin mask along the contours of his cheek, revealing a face with distinct features underneath.

With sharp eyebrows and a cold look in his eyes, he was Huo Changhe's most capable bodyguard.

Yin Ding nodded: "Let's go back to the city!"

Inside the medicinal food shop in the city, the shop assistants were busy cleaning and had just opened the shop door.

Zhou Zhenghang jumped off the carriage and appeared at the shop entrance. His brocade robe was wrinkled, his face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead bulged with his rapid breathing.

As he entered, he shoved aside the shop assistant who was blocking his way and headed straight for the rest room in the backyard of the shop.

Zhou Zhenghang raised his hand and pushed, the door panel hit the wall with a muffled "bang", startling the tea aroma in the room.

Wu Liang was sitting in a grand chair by the window, resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing the footsteps were hurried and heavy, carrying a strong momentum, he was secretly pleased, and the corner of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly, but he still maintained his weak posture of closing his eyes and concentrating.

Wu Liang slowly opened his eyes only when Zhou Zhenghang rushed up to him, his face instantly showing just the right amount of surprise, as if he had never expected Zhou Zhenghang to suddenly appear.

"Manager Zhou? What brings you here at this hour?" He put down his teacup, his tone calm, but his eyes held a hint of doubt. "Has something happened?"

"Stop pretending!" Zhou Zhenghang grabbed his shirt collar, crumpling the brocade fabric into a ball.

He gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger, his eyes filled with a fierce light: "Stop pretending in front of me! Do you have to kill me before you're satisfied?"

Wu Liang was pulled forward by him, but still looked bewildered. He reached out to try to pry his hand off, but he couldn't muster much strength.

"What do you mean by that?" He frowned, his face full of confusion. "I don't understand what you're saying. When did I ever want to harm you?"

"You still dare to deny it!" Zhou Zhenghang's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth. "You sent me poisoned food, do you dare to say it wasn't you?"

"Poisonous medicinal cuisine?" Wu Liang's surprise deepened, and his eyes widened in astonishment. He took a step back and broke free from Zhou Zhenghang's grasp.

He hastily straightened his disheveled clothes. "You can eat anything, but you can't say anything. Why would I poison you?"

He paused abruptly after speaking, his eyes filled with surprise and doubt.

"Could it be..."

Zhou Zhenghang sneered, his chest heaving violently, clearly furious. "It was one of your shop's employees who sent me the poisoned medicinal food, and you still dare to deny it?"

Wu Liang's expression turned serious, and his tone became somber: "Why would I want to harm you for no reason? All the shop assistants are here; it's impossible for me to harm you."

"Why not?" Zhou Zhenghang took a step forward, his eyes sharp as knives. "It's that guy named Afu!"

He brought a food box to my residence, saying it was something you specifically instructed me to prepare to nourish my body.

He paused, his tone becoming more ruthless: "If I hadn't been alert and discovered it early, I would already be dead by now."

I didn't let him off easy either; I poisoned him and threw his body into a mass grave outside the city. What else do you have to say?

Wu Liang's expression changed instantly, not from guilt, but from shock and anger.

He wanted to slam his fist on the table, but he didn't have the strength, so he coughed a few times in anger.

"Zhou Zhenghang! How can you be so indiscriminate?"

His voice was somewhat hurried, "I do have a shop assistant named Afu in my shop, but I have never instructed him to send you any medicinal food, let alone poison you!"

You took a life for no reason, and now you're slandering me. What are you really up to?

"Slandering you?" Zhou Zhenghang scoffed. "You're acting all wronged? Stop putting on an act with me!"

Wu Liang took a deep breath, about to retort, when Accountant Liu and a young assistant slowly walked in.

He was carrying a tray with a bowl of medicine on it, while the young waiter behind him was carrying a food box with his head slightly bowed.

Wu Liang pointed at Zhou Zhenghang and said to Accountant Liu, "Accountant Liu, you've come at the right time. Explain to Manager Zhou whether I have instructed anyone to send him any medicinal food or similar items."

Accountant Liu thought carefully for a moment, a puzzled look on his face, and shook his head, saying, "No, sir."

"The shop has been very busy lately. Besides having me reconcile last month's accounts, you've been arranging for the staff to buy and deliver goods. You've never mentioned sending anything to Manager Zhou, let alone medicinal cuisine."

"Look!" Wu Liang looked at Zhou Zhenghang, his tone somewhat accusatory, "You should believe what Accountant Liu said, shouldn't you?"

Zhou Zhenghang stared at Accountant Liu with suspicion in his eyes, and snorted coldly, "He's one of your men, so naturally he'll speak on your side! You're all in cahoots, and your testimonies are all pre-arranged. How can I believe you?"

Accountant Liu was taken aback by what he said, and a look of grievance appeared on his face. Just as he was about to speak up to defend himself, Zhou Zhenghang turned his gaze to the young shop assistant behind him and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"you……"

Zhou Zhenghang was taken aback: "What are you doing here?"

The young waiter was none other than Afu, whom Zhou Zhenghang had just mentioned as having been "poisoned to death."

Afu looked bewildered, glancing at Wu Liang and then at Zhou Zhenghang.

"Manager Zhou, I've been busy at the shop the whole time, and Accountant Liu just called me here to bring you breakfast."

Wu Liang waved his hand, and Liu Zhangfang and the shop assistant put down their things and turned to leave.

Wu Liang coughed a few times, his voice hoarse, and said, "Don't you understand?"

Zhou Zhenghang seemed to understand something: "Understand what?"

Wu Liang picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp: "I was poisoned just a moment ago, and now you've been poisoned too, all in the name of my medicinal cuisine shop, to kill you."

Zhou Zhenghang's eyes narrowed: "You mean..."

Wu Liang smiled wryly: "The three of us are all in the same boat. Now that the fresh produce shop is in trouble, even though our identities haven't been exposed yet, what if something happens?"

Zhou Zhenghang's brow twitched.

"I'm afraid we'll all... suffer the same fate."

Wu Liang's voice was leisurely, and Zhou Zhenghang felt a chill run down his spine.