It's Not Illness, It's Poisoning

"Huan, are you Huan Er?"

Old Madam Xue appeared weak, but her eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at the person brought before her by Xue Qi.

As she spoke, tears rolled down Old Madam Xue's cheeks.

Jiang Peihuan hadn't seen Old Madam Xue for a long time, but seeing the old woman's tears made her heart feel hot.

Stepping forward, Jiang Peihuan knelt down, "Huan Er greets grandmother."

"Yun Gui, quick, help Huan Er up."

Seeing Jiang Peihuan kowtowing before her, Old Madam Xue quickly ordered the person beside her.

"Grandmother, I brought you this gift to make you happy. If I made you sad, that would be my fault. My elder brothers will punish me when they arrive."

"You indeed need a lesson," 

As soon as Xue Qi finished speaking, a clear male voice sounded from outside. Jiang Peihuan turned her head and saw a scholarly young man enter the room.

This was Xue Tao's eldest son, Xue Zhi.