Ye Chutang looked at him and retorted calmly, "Is the Princely Heir so certain that the Marquis's death was caused by my medicine?"
"What else could it be!? Father was perfectly fine, but after you came to see him, he—" Xie Anjun took a deep breath, as if suppressing his grief. "But I don't want to argue with you about this today. Second Miss Ye, please leave!"
But Ye Chutang didn't move. She simply tilted her head, a thoughtful expression on her face.
"If the Marquis was truly 'perfectly fine,' then why would I have been summoned? Princely Heir, you were present when I examined the Marquis. Why didn't you stop me then?"
"I—"
Xie Anjun was dumbfounded. He never imagined Ye Chutang could be so sharp-tongued, leaving him utterly speechless and unable to form a rebuttal.
Just then, a woman's hoarse voice cut in. "Second Miss Ye, the Princely Heir misspoke just now out of impulse. I hope you won't take it to heart."
