"What is this cold and rigid illness of Prince Shu, like a stone?" Zhu Yu was puzzled. Although healing wasn't her strong suit, she knew a little about it, and she'd never heard of such a strange acute illness before.
"That's unknown. It's just that different paths lead to the same outcome, probably with similar considerations. It's just unclear whether this idea was his own or the result of his mother's advice." Lu Qing's lips curled slightly, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
Earlier, when Lu Qing suddenly "fell ill," Zhu Yu had already guessed a bit of the situation based on their previous conversations, and now, with the situation at Lu Ze Mansion, she felt even more certain.
Perhaps because since Lu Qing's wedding day, first there was the "first time," and then the "second time" on General Cao's birthday, the "sharp ones" in the Capital sensed a conspiracy.
