Chapter 7: Water Depth in the Royal Palace

"What is An's intention?" Jiuling smiled lightly, her tone calm and unruffled. "She has no grievances with us in the past, no enmity in recent days, yet she is so eager to poison me. What do you think is her intention?"

Zimo lifted the tea lid and glanced at the unremarkable tea in the cup. Her thoughts turned, and a hint of unusual light flashed in her eyes. She couldn't help but furrow her brows. "Miss, does she already know why we are here?"

"Of course," Jiuling looked at her gently. "The sleeping quarters of Prince Jin are not far from here, and our carriage drew quite some attention as we traveled all the way to the outside of his residence."

"So, you mean..." Zimo's eyes narrowed, no longer the playful and innocent look from before. "Her goal is not to target you, but to prevent you from treating Prince Jin's stubborn illness."

Jiuling nodded slowly. "Perhaps."

"A mere servant girl dares to openly poison the physician who is supposed to cure Prince Jin..." A sharp glint flashed in Zimo's eyes. "It seems that the waters in Prince Jin's residence run deep."

The waters run deep?

In Jiuling's mind appeared the peerless beauty of Ye Jin and his sudden cold expression upon hearing the imperial decree.

She seemed to have some understanding, and said calmly, "The waters in Prince Jin's residence are not deep, but the human heart is unfathomable."

Unfathomable human heart?

Zimo was momentarily puzzled by her words, but soon furrowed her brows in thought and quickly understood what her mistress meant.

The human heart is unfathomable. What is seen and heard on the surface may not be true. But she still didn't quite understand. Who does the unfathomable human heart refer to? Is it the maid who poisoned, or is it referring to Prince Jin, who appears to be flourishing but is actually suffering from long-term poisoning?

Jiuling lowered her eyes and spoke softly as if to herself, "The poison in Prince Jin's body... is somewhat strange."

"Strange?" Zimo asked curiously. "How so?"

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you. Hurry and tidy up." Jiuling stood up, walked through the pear wood landscape screen, and headed inside. "I'll see where we can set up a pharmacy for future use."

"Miss, how long do we have to stay here?"

How long?

Jiuling thought for a moment. "Probably around three months."

"What?" Zimo was taken aback. "Is Prince Jin's poison really that difficult to cure?"

Does her mistress really need this long to cure the poison?

"The poison is not difficult to cure, but it does indeed require this much time." Jiuling said as she disappeared behind the screen into the inner room. "Zimo, you seem to be talking a lot today."

As her words fell, her slender figure had already vanished from sight. Zimo felt a bit embarrassed, wondering if her mistress was finding fault with her.

Talking a lot?

That's because she has many questions in her mind, and it feels uncomfortable not to ask them. However, Zimo thought for a moment and realized that even if she had many questions, it didn't seem urgent for the time being.

For now, settling down in the prince's residence was the priority.

At this moment, Zimo certainly didn't know that from the moment they lifted the imperial decree, countless pairs of eyes had been secretly watching them. Stepping into Prince Jin's residence, in the eyes of many, was no different from stepping into the depths of hell.

But even if she knew, she would not agree with this view at all.

Because in her understanding, whoever provoked them would be the one truly facing the grim reaper in hell.