"Mother! Mother!"
"Wake up! Please don't die..."
"Waaah..."
In a wooden hut in the little fishing village, Luo Jingwei and his three siblings wept bitterly. Before them, their mother, who had been bedridden for so long, had passed away.
"Alas, this is withered grass. It has an intensely cold effect when eaten, but it looks very much like the spine root in the prescription. Could someone have mixed them up?"
The Medicine Garden's steward, a fellow villager who had often helped Luo Jingwei's family, hurried over upon hearing the news and recognized the herbs the brothers had brought home.
"Uncle Hong, Steward Jin at the harbor gave this to us!" His older brother recalled what had happened yesterday and told the steward.
Understanding dawned on the steward. "Then they must have mixed it up. That place isn't an apothecary; it's the Merchant Association's warehouse. They have far too many different goods."
"He killed our mother! I'm going to demand an explanation!"
Furious, his older brother rose and started outside.
Luo Jingwei stopped him. "Don't act rashly. If we go there like this, he'll certainly deny it. Besides, Steward Jin has an immortal master for a relative. Even with irrefutable evidence, we can't do anything to him."
"That's right. You can't do anything to him," the Medicine Garden's steward said.
"Mother, how could you just die like this?"
Just then, their eldest brother finally returned from outside and burst into anguished sobs.
"Didn't they say last month that you could get out of bed? How did this happen in the blink of an eye?"
Their second brother said, "Eldest Brother, Steward Jin's people gave us the wrong medicine."
Luo Jingwei sighed inwardly. It was already too late to stop him.
Sure enough, their eldest brother flew into a thunderous rage.
"Steward