Scared? Chilled by the Wind?
No, reaching the front yard seemed impossible.
Chu Yu was acutely aware of her weakness in that moment.
She struggled to focus her gaze on Qingyu.
Although this maid might be Third Madam's confidante, among the two people present in Qinglan Courtyard, Qingyu was the more reliable one.
She was more likely to fetch a doctor for her.
Chu Yu called out to Qingyu, using her voice to grab her attention.
After three attempts, Qingyu, puzzled, emerged from the kitchen and immediately spotted Chu Yu lying on the ground. She was startled and hurried over.
"Third Miss, what happened to you?"
"Qingyu," Chu Yu grasped her hand, as if holding onto a lifeline, "I..."
Before she could utter the word "poisoned," a sudden thought struck her. Did anyone know about her ability to accurately identify medicinal herbs from their remnants? Did anyone know that she could taste a drop of medicine and accurately discern the known herbs and estimate the effects of the remaining ones?
"I'm sick. My head hurts, and I feel dizzy..."
Chu Yu tightly clung to Qingyu, her voice laboring to squeeze out each word.
Qingyu reached out with her other hand and touched Chu Yu's forehead, exclaiming, "Third Miss, you have a fever again. Let me carry you back to your room, and then I'll fetch the doctor."
She lifted Chu Yu off the ground and swiftly carried her back to the room she had struggled to crawl out of, without looking back, hurriedly running out.
Chu Yu heard her calling out, "Madam, wake up quickly. Third Miss has a fever again..."
The entire process flowed smoothly, as if it had been repeated countless times before.
"Don't..."
Chu Yu extended her hand, managing to utter the last word, wanting to tell Qingyu not to alarm Third Madam and instead call her father first.
At that moment, she instinctively believed in her father, who had not been there during her upbringing, rather than Third Madam, who had raised her all the way.
Perhaps there was no other choice.
If even her father had hidden motives, she didn't know who she could rely on anymore.
Unfortunately, the intense pain had already robbed her of her last bit of reason.
Before losing consciousness, she heard Third Madam's voice,
"I'm coming..."
No, please don't come.
When Chu Yu regained consciousness, she heard a gentle yet elderly voice, one she had never heard before.
Instantly, a thought struck her—this person might be Doctor Xu.
She needed to stay alert.
Chu Yu reminded herself.
She struggled with all her might.
The elderly voice, not far away, seemed distant, and she could only faintly catch a few words.
"...scared... caught a cold..."
Chu Yu desperately shouted in her heart. She wasn't scared, and she hadn't caught a cold—she had been poisoned!
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Those years when I was cannon fodder
RandomAt first, Chu Yu thought that she had transmigrated into a run-of-the-mill ancient household drama. And all she had to do was grow up, get married quickly, and then, it would be ideal if her husband met an untimely demise and no one bothered with h...
