Chapter 11: Hallucinations

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Meng Wenxuan bent down to look at the wet nurse surnamed Wang lying on the ground. “The poison has already entered your internal organs. I, as the family physician of the Meng household, have the skill to wake you up, but I cannot save your life. You have about fifteen minutes left. Don’t waste time—tell me, who bribed you?”

Anyone who dared harm his daughter would not be spared, even if they were on the brink of death. Lying on the ground was fitting.

The wet nurse Wang had already realized she had been deceived the moment she coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

They told her the drug would have no effect on her, only that the young lady of the Meng family would get diarrhea, allowing the man’s nephew to enter the Meng household as the family physician. But clearly, the truth was that the man wanted the young lady dead from the start—she was just a pawn meant to be silenced.

Yet she could not admit this, lest the ruthless mastermind behind the scenes implicate her family.

Since the person who bribed her to harm the young lady and tried to kill her was no kind soul, and given the Meng family’s centuries-old scholarly lineage with impeccable family values, she thought one life was enough; the Meng family would not harm the innocent.

“I was framed. No one ordered me to do this,” she said weakly.

Meng Wenxuan sneered, “The very fact that I’m asking proves I know someone bribed you. If you tell me the truth, I will spare your family. If you don’t, I’ll find out who you’ve been in contact with recently anyway—it’s just a matter of time and means. But I will have your family join you immediately. Do you think you can get away with harming my daughter with just your own life? I, Meng Wenxuan, am not so easily bullied.”

He added, “You don’t really think the Meng family is some kind of saint, do you? To have thrived for centuries without any means—is that possible?”

The wet nurse’s eyes narrowed. She had indeed thought so, but the Seventh Young Master’s words suddenly made her realize: that family must have some means. Looking at the Meng family, seemingly just a household of scholars, how could they have prospered for hundreds of years without methods?

And judging by the fierce look in the Seventh Young Master’s eyes, they were not the kind of gentle literary men who merely enjoyed pine breezes and moonlit waters. The wet nurse’s heart sank—there were no simple people in great families. She hesitated.

“Lai Feng, be ready. If she doesn’t speak, once she dies here, you will take her family away immediately.”

Lai Feng responded in a bone-chilling voice, “Yes.”

A flash of terror crossed the wet nurse’s eyes. She could disregard her family, but her son was just born and hadn’t even drunk her milk for several days—he was her life.

But if she spoke, the person who bribed her might take her family’s lives; if she didn’t, the Seventh Young Master would definitely take her family’s lives.

Meng Wenxuan calculated the time. “It seems you don’t want to talk. Then bear the consequences you deserve!”

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