"No one is going to disturb you, it's better to save those unreasonable things and cause trouble for Chu Shui!"
It's said that it's trouble, but if it's really just trouble, that's great!
I am afraid that even if those people know that Chu Shui cannot cultivate spirits, they will not tolerate him.
Thinking of this, her eyes sternly!
If this is true, then she would have to think about how to rectify the family. After all, Chu Shui would definitely not be reliable if he wanted to rely on his father.
"Rong Xin, what's the matter?" she asked to the air in the room.
The next moment, an old man about her age came out from the side, holding an empty bowl in his hand.
"Master, Rong Xin looked at it for two days and couldn't tell what medicine was being put into this bowl."
Rong Xin replied to Mrs. Yue.
Her master took this bowl back and handed it to her, saying that she would check what medicines were included.
But after checking for a long time, she couldn't see anything. She really missed her name as an alchemist. The master said that the bowl had been drugged, so there must be some.
But she found nothing.
"Master, but who wants to harm the eldest son?" she asked.
Hearing Rong Xin’s question, Mrs. Yue was silent.
If someone else wanted to harm her grandson, she would have had an attack at the dinner that day. How could she allow those pickled people to persuad her grandson?
Just in time, you can kill chickens and worship monkeys!
But it's not.
That night, although Chu Shui's child was secretly done, she still saw her sitting beside him.
The child didn't know what pill he had and melted it into the tea. He drank the tea before his father was about to take him to the blood sacrifice.
Previously, she always thought that Chu Shui's mother had a high talent for cultivation, and although her unscrupulous son had a little poor vision, she also had some talent for cultivation.
For two people with extremely high cultivation talents, it is impossible for the children they give birth to are far behind, right?
She thought that the child would definitely be able to cultivate the spirit as long as he had the blood sacrifice.
But I didn't know that the child had no reaction to the blood sacrifice at all, and there was no trace of spiritual power fluctuation in his body.
She was very disappointed at first, and she was about to fail to think about a good young master.
But afterwards...
The child was indifferent to his inability to cultivate spirits, and he really did not react at all.
Based on what she had seen before, she wondered if the pill the child took had what effect?
So, she brought her grandson's teacup over and let Rong Xin see if there was anything wrong with it.
"You said, no drug residue was found?"
Mrs. Yue looked at her and raised her eyebrows.
"Yes, Master."
Reciting his voice, he placed the teacup on the table.
"Maybe this drug is only effective within a few hours, which is possible."
Mrs. Yue looked at the empty teacup and her lips curled slightly.
"It seems..."
That child is also a secret, okay, she pretended not to know.
"Rong Xin, how many years have you been by my side?"
She raised her head and looked at Rong Xin and asked.
"It has been forty-two years since I returned to my master. At that time, I was only eight years old. It was my master who was kind and saved my life." Rong Xin replied.