Nangong Yaoling took a sip of wine and placed his legs on the coffee table.
"Think carefully again, has she met anyone, or shown any unusual behavior after returning home?"
The housekeeper froze, momentarily uneasy, struggling to recall.
"Young Master... I, I really can't remember. Ever since the miscarriage, the young mistress seemed focused on recovering and hasn't acted oddly... Oh, right, the young mistress once went to the hospital to get some Chinese medicine herself."
Nangong Yaoling was slightly taken aback, his pupils constricted momentarily.
"She went to get the medicine herself? When did this happen?"
"Hmm... It was about a month ago... However, the young mistress seemed not to have taken much of the medicine. I once asked her if she wanted me to prepare it, and she said she didn't feel like drinking it yet... wanted to wait a while."
Nangong Yaoling's jaw tightened: "Where's the medicine? Go fetch it."
