"No traces of poison here."
The manager breathed a sigh in relief.
"Can you give me the pill bottle?" Song Jia asked the maidservant.
The latter gave Song Jia the pill bottle that was handed to her by the old man.
Song Jia sniffed it. She took out a pill and inspected it. 'There's nothing wrong with this.'
"Like the physician said, this is not because of his pill."
The old man sighed and shook the hands that were grabbing him away.
"See! It's not because of me!"
"Then–what happened?" A customer said awkwardly. He was one of the people who grabbed the physician and held him in place.
Song Jia took off the bangle that was worn by the Madam, inspecting it.
"This."
"Huh?"
"That's a bangle given by the Master Yao Tian." The maidservant gasped.
"When did he give this?" Song Jia asked.
"Just this morning."
"But it looks like an ordinary bangle, is it not?" The old man asked.
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Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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