The weight in Fan Chengzhuo's heart finally lifted. "Good! Good!" he said repeatedly.
Ye Chutang shot him a strange glance. "Someone poisoned you, so why do you seem so happy about it?"
A cold sweat broke out on Fan Chengzhuo's back, but he did his best to maintain a calm facade. "I am happy. I'm just relieved I happened to run into you, Second Miss Ye. Otherwise, I might have been harmed in secret without even realizing it. That would be a truly unjust way to die!"
Ye Chutang nodded with understanding. Seeing that Fan Chengzhuo didn't want to discuss the matter further, she didn't press him. Instead, she wrote him a prescription and gave him instructions on how to take the medicine.
Fan Chengzhuo thanked her profusely and took his leave.
The moment he was back in his carriage, Fan Chengzhuo pulled out the prescription. He let out a cold snort, then tore it to shreds and tossed it aside.
'Since she couldn't find anything and was convinced I was poisoned, all the better.'
