Liang Xin wrapped the medicine residue in a handkerchief, returned to his room, placed it into a jar, and affixed the date.
In the following days, he collected the residues in the same manner and kept meticulous records.
He Ying grew suspicious of the medicine provided by Divine Doctor Hong Zhao and stopped drinking it.
Each time it was time to take the medicine, he would come up with various excuses to distract Sang Yan and dispose of it.
When Sang Yan wanted to find Hong Zhao, He Ying would feign distress to dissuade her from seeking out the Divine Doctor.
Back and forth it went.
Sang Yan began to sense something was amiss, "Xinyuan, do you dislike Divine Doctor Hong Zhao?"
He Ying glanced at her, laughing, "Of course, I don't like her."
"Why not?"
Sang Yan didn't understand; she felt that Hong Zhao was beautiful and talented, a doctor with a benevolent heart— a woman better than any other.
"How could I be fond of another when I am already wed?"
