Chapter 421: Let's Blast a Vest Then

Zhou Zining scrambled up from the ground, and before she was stable, she rushed upstairs, falling several times in her haste, which she completely ignored.

The servants were terrified by her appearance.

The Fourth Young Madam always paid extreme attention to her appearance and demeanor.

She had to change her clothes if they got even a little dirty; no one had ever seen her with disheveled hair.

But now, not only was her hair a mess, her clothes were also covered in a lot of dust, particularly her panicked and fearful demeanor, as if a long-hidden secret was about to be discovered.

“This can’t be happening!”

Zhou Zining pushed everyone aside and sure enough saw Nan Jiaojiao sitting on the edge of the bed.

She shoved her away and then threw herself to the front of the bed, anxiously checking Qianqian, relieved that her clothes were still on, easing her anxiety somewhat.

Bo Yanching supported Nan Jiaojiao and cast a cold glance at Zhou Zining, “Move aside.”

Zhou Zining, terrified, glanced at him.

Her eyes flicked to Nan Jiaojiao in his arms, sparking fearsome hatred.

“Brother, are you just going to let this woman be?

She was about to harm Qianqian.

Had I not arrived in time, Qianqian might have lost her life.”

No sooner had she spoken than Bo Yanching grabbed her shoulders, lifted her, and tossed her aside to the servants, “Take her back.”

“No!

This can’t happen!

Qianqian is my daughter; no one touches her without my permission!”

“Not even me?”

Old Lady Bo moved slowly and reached the doorway just in time to hear Zhou Zining’s outburst.

Her eyes darkened and she stared intently, “Jiaojiao knows medicine.

She said Qianqian was poisoned.

I haven’t even asked you how the child could be poisoned right under our watch.

Does this outburst imply your guilt?”

Zhou Zining trembled, looking at the old lady in horror, tears streaming down, “Grandmother, what are you saying?

I’m her mother, how could I possibly poison my own daughter?”

“Mother?” Old Lady scoffed.

“Have you ever held her since she was born?”

Zhou Zining choked, bit her lip hard, and looked angrily at Nan Jiaojiao, “I don’t trust her.

Call Xu Shu—no, Xu Shu won’t do either.

I want Xiao Nanshan; it shouldn’t be hard for the Bo Family to invite Xiao Nanshan.”

Old Lady hesitated.

She didn’t know Nan Jiaojiao’s identity, only that she was Pei Dongshi’s apprentice.

As for Xiao Nanshan, he was virtually a legend; it was even uncertain whether such a person existed.

But she could see that Zhou Zining was being deliberately obstinate, mentioning someone impossible to find just to keep everyone away from Qianqian—it was nothing but troublemaking.

She was about to speak when suddenly a cold, calm female voice arose.

“If Xiao Nanshan comes, will you agree to let him treat Qianqian?”

Zhou Zining’s eyes flickered, inexplicably panicking, not understanding how Nan Jiaojiao could remain so composed.

She gritted her teeth and firmly said, “Yes, only Xiao Nanshan can cure the poison in Qianqian.”

Poison!

She indeed knew!

Nan Jiaojiao began rolling up her sleeves, her voice clear, “I am.”

“What, what?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at the stunned Zhou Zining and spoke unhurriedly, “Pei Donghai, the disciple of the Medicine God, can confirm my identity.

If it’s not too much trouble, you can ask him to come here.

Also, if I remember correctly, four years ago, the Zhou Family asked me to treat your family patriarch’s leg.

If he is available, you might as well invite him over.”

Zhou Zining involuntarily stepped back, her face turning pale, her eyes shockingly sizing up Nan Jiaojiao.