The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space Chapter 2443: Poison (Part 3)

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Yang Ruxin agrees to let Guan Jieyuan travel to Beijing with her transport team. Guan Tongshi is surprised but grateful, while her daughter, Guan Qingyue, attempts to poison Yang Ruxin by the well, only to be thwarted at the last moment.
Guan Qingyue's heart nearly bolted from her chest. Mercifully, the outer courtyard was deserted at that precise moment, allowing her to quickly retrieve the bottle, pry open the cap, and empty its contents into the well. Just then, sounds of conversation and footsteps emerged from the inner courtyard, signaling Guan Tongshi's departure. Guan Qingyue swiftly concealed the bottle within a handkerchief and tucked it into her robes. Once clear of the Yang Family's imposing gates, Guan Qingyue finally exhaled a breath of relief, though a persistent unease lingered in her heart. The memory of the previous mouse incident sent a shiver of cold sweat down her spine. "What troubles you?" Guan Tongshi questioned, her brow furrowed. "Your dawdling is making us late; we still need to prepare dinner upon our return." "Oh, I'm coming," Guan Qingyue responded distractedly, hurrying her steps to catch up. "This girl," Guan Tongshi muttered, picking up her pace as well, "one moment she's lagging behind, the next she's in a mad rush. When will she ever mature?" Inside the residence, Yang Ruxin's expression grew decidedly grim as she examined the porcelain bottle presented by Xiaolun. It contained a deadly poison, not one that would cause immediate death, but one that inflicted excruciating agony, akin to being pierced by a thousand needles, before the victim finally succumbed after two hours – a truly wicked brew. "Madam, this transgression cannot be overlooked," Yang Man stated, her voice laced with concern. Despite her pregnancy, she still visited daily to engage in needlework and conversation with Yang Ruxin. "To exhibit such malice at such a tender age, what sort of person will she become?" Yang Ruxin nodded, instructing Chun Hua to convene all household members to discuss the grave matter. The truth was, upon Guan Qingyue's entry, Xiaolun and his wife had already detected the poison she carried. This prompted their discreet swap, offering her a chance to reconsider. To their shock, she had actually proceeded with the heinous act. "How could this child harbor such wickedness?" Dong Wenxiu exclaimed, her face ashen. Had it not been for Xiaolun's quick thinking, their entire family might have faced doom. "What depth of hatred could drive someone to attempt poisoning our entire family?" Feng Zilan questioned, her voice brimming with indignation. "No, we cannot simply ignore this. A young girl displaying such malicious intent, if left unchecked, who knows how many more lives she might endanger in the future?" "I shall retrieve her," Gu Yao declared, preparing to depart. "Wait," Yang Ruxin called out, swiftly motioning for Gu Yao to stop. "Such a potent poison is not something an ordinary individual could readily acquire." "Big sister implies someone provided it to her?" Gu Yao inquired, a frown creasing her brow. Yang Ruxin nodded. "While Guan Qingyue's actions are reprehensible, the mastermind behind this plot is even more detestable." "Then we must expose this individual behind the scenes," Gu Yao resolved, her eyes narrowing slightly. "She is currently under the influence of the poison; she will undoubtedly attempt to send a message. Nangong Xun, you will monitor Guan Qingyue and report back immediately if anything transpires." "Understood," Nangong Xun replied, turning to leave. However, before he could exit, a furious pounding suddenly erupted at the door from the outside. "Madam, it is Guan Qingyue," Ye Zhou announced, entering to deliver the news. "Is she here to ascertain if we are dead yet?" Sanni scoffed, her tone sharp. "Calm yourself," Zhou Xiao quickly interjected, grasping Sanni's hand. "Allow her to enter," Yang Ruxin said, a touch of surprise in her voice. "Yang Ruxin!" Guan Qingyue burst in, her hair in disarray. "Yang Ruxin, you must not drink your well water!" Everyone present froze, bewildered by her cryptic warning. "Why is that?" Yang Ruxin asked, her composure unwavering. "Because..." Guan Qingyue hesitated, unsure how to articulate her predicament.