Jiang Qingmei recoiled in horror, her retort a reflexive shriek. "What nonsense are you spouting!?"
The crowd froze, stunned that Ye Chutang would say such a thing.
'Is she openly accusing Jiang Qingmei!?'
Yet Ye Chutang's expression remained unchanged as she calmly scrutinized her. "Do you truly not know what I'm talking about?"
Jiang Qingmei's lips parted, but as she met those serene, cold black eyes, a sudden, inexplicable fear silenced her.
Flustered and furious, Jiang Qingmei burst out, "I don't know what you're talking about! His Majesty is ill, and my only wish is for his swift recovery and well-being! Don't think you can use your meager medical skills to slander me out of thin air!"
The scene fell into a dead silence.
Everyone exchanged bewildered glances.
It was Chen Songshi who finally broke the silence, his expression grave. "Second Miss Ye, what... what exactly did you mean by that?"
As he spoke, it seemed as if everyone had stopped breathing.
