The abbess nodded. "Of course. Please wait for a moment, Patron Lu."
"All right." Lu Liangwei nodded.
After the abbess left, Lu Liangwei fished out a silver needle and pricked one of the pressure points on Madam Zheng's arm. As she expected, after pulling it out, she found that a length of the silver needle had turned black.
As Lu Liangwei looked at the blackened portion of the silver needle, a scornful smile appeared on her lips. It seemed that Madam Zheng knew too much, and someone wanted to permanently silence her for that.
She put the silver needle away.
After Sister Fahui arrived, Lu Liangwei asked her a few questions.
"When did Madam Zheng fall ill?"
Fahui placed her palms together and answered respectfully, "It was in June. At that time, Patron Zheng had merely caught a cold, but we never expected her to get weaker and weaker until she eventually couldn't even get out of bed."
