Yang Ruxin nodded. It seemed that her mother's return had indeed blocked the financial paths of many people. The Xia Wenzheng family, as well as the cousin and half-brother of her maternal grandfather, were all potential suspects who could harm her mother...
Seeing things this way, matters seemed to be getting more complicated. They could only catch the poisoner by waiting for them to act again.
It was uncertain whether the ginger had taken effect, the acupuncture had worked, or she had simply gotten used to the rocking of the boat, but on the third day, Dong Wenxiu's seasickness had eased considerably. She was no longer vomiting everything she ate, and she had regained her energy.
"Amitabha, seeing that the young miss is not uncomfortable anymore eases this old servant's mind," said the eldest servant of the Ling family with glee. She went to the kitchen herself to prepare some light dishes and a clear porridge for Dong Wenxiu.
