Ye Qianning paused mid-bite of her pastry and looked up with a smile. "Why are you thanking me? It's all thanks to Fourth Granny's superb medical skills."
Princess Changyang took out a handkerchief and wiped the pastry crumbs from the corner of her mouth, then gently tapped the tip of her nose. "Don't think I don't know. You're the one who cured Xiang'er's rash, aren't you?"
Ye Qianning was a little surprised. She'd been found out.
"After spending these past few days with you, I started to recall what happened during the diagnosis," Princess Changyang said slowly. "Fourth Granny was just following your lead. We were all so frantic with worry that we didn't notice it then. You were the one who administered the needles to Xiang'er, weren't you?"
At first, she hadn't paid it any mind. Who would have thought a five- or six-year-old child could know medicine? But the more time they spent together, the more certain she became of her suspicion.
