The old lady was so angry last time that she closed the courtyard. Du Yuelan was still under house arrest, so there were only four of them in the hall now.

Xu Youran sat in the main seat, sipping her tea. She looked up and saw Jiang Zhaorong, and chuckled softly, "Here you are?"

Jiang Zhaorong secretly thought that something was wrong. He glared at Song Shiwei and approached her in a flattering manner: "What's going on?"

"What's wrong?" Xu Youran pointed at Song Shiwei, who was kneeling on the ground. "You raised such a good daughter. The Prime Minister's Mansion has provided her with food and clothing for years. Everyone in the mansion treats her like a legitimate daughter. But look at what she's thinking!"

Xu Youran's voice suddenly rose, and she slammed the teacup in her hand next to Song Shiwei, scaring her so much that she shrank back.

"She made that aphrodisiac spice! She tried to get it on Kang An and Zhi Yu!"

Jiang Wenjing: "!!!"

Jiang Zhaorong was trying to coax her in a humble manner, but when he heard this, he turned around abruptly and looked at the tearful Song Shiwei in disbelief.

"I don't."

Song Shiwei didn't dare to address Xu Youran as "Dad" or "Big Brother" anymore. He choked up and said, "Prime Minister, I really don't have any."

Jiang Zhaorong was unwilling to believe that she would do such a thing, and said with a shameless face: "There must be something wrong. Although Shi Wei has some talent in spices, she would never harm her own family..."

[The problem is that she doesn't consider you as her own family! ]

Jiang Zhaorong was stunned.

He looked at Song Shiwei, who looked at him pitifully and trustingly, pretending not to hear his inner voice. He said stiffly, "Didn't they go to Zuiyuelong? A place like Zuiyuelong must have a lot of aphrodisiac spices."

Xu Youran looked at him coldly as he defended himself.

Jiang Kangan stepped forward and said, "Dad, I saw it with my own eyes. Not only did she sprinkle spices on Zhiyu and me, she also added spices to Zuiyuelong's wine pot. Then she left under the pretext of getting hangover medicine, and she even intended to bring people to catch her in the act."

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

If you still try to exonerate such an ungrateful person like her, then it will really be like what I said before.

[The wind is whistling and the Yi River is cold. You really chill your father's heart.]

Jiang Zhaorong's face was filled with anger, and his voice was filled with chills: "Shi Wei, is what Kang An said true?"

Song Shiwei panicked and lied, "Prime Minister, I did sprinkle spices, but they were spices that calm the mind!"

"What kind of aphrodisiac fragrance is this? I really don't know! Someone must be framing me!"

Song Shiwei blinked her eyes, her eye sockets were red, tears fell down her fair little face, and she looked pitiful.

Jiang Zhaorong was dazed for a moment.

"Come here, catch two mice."

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly made a sound, and the servant hurried down to catch him.

No one knew why she wanted to catch mice, but no one questioned her, and they all chose to wait.

Song Shiwei was extremely nervous.

The servant quickly caught the mouse. Jiang Zhiyu took a few steps forward and grabbed Song Shiwei's sleeve.

Song Shiwei: “!!!”

"What are you doing?" She couldn't break free. Jiang Zhiyu ignored her and said to Jiang Zhaorong, "She hid the bottle in her sleeve. There are still some residual spices in her sleeve. Is it a calming incense or an aphrodisiac? We'll know once we try it."

Song Shiwei's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

"No, no."

She struggled, but Jiang Zhiyu held her wrists and she couldn't break free.

"Besides," Jiang Zhiyu said, his voice lazily, his voice half-smiling, "If it really was the tranquilizing incense, why did you hide it in your sleeves, afraid to show it to anyone?"

"I……"

Song Shiwei's breathing hitched, and he couldn't think of any words to refute.

Jiang Zhiyu tilted her head, and the servant understood. He held the mouse in her sleeve for a few seconds. In just a few seconds, the mouse struggled frantically. When the servant let go, the mouse immediately climbed onto another one.

Everyone's face suddenly became very ugly, especially Jiang Zhaorong.

Jiang Zhiyu gave a mocking smile: "Soul-calming incense?"

Song Shiwei bit her lip and looked at Jiang Zhaorong.

"……this,"

"Stop talking!" Jiang Zhaorong just opened his mouth when he was coldly interrupted by Xu Youran.

Her eyes were filled with coldness: "I don't know what you are thinking, but I tell you, she absolutely cannot stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Being threatened so bluntly by her, Jiang Zhaorong's face also showed a bit of anger: "As the mistress, you should be more lenient."

"Merciful?" Xu Youran sneered, "How can I be more merciful? She's even plotting against my children!"

Jiang Zhaorong no longer looked at her.

[I'm really impressed. Thank you so much, you kind-hearted person! ]

[No, I have to help my mother get a divorce. This saintly father is unbearable.]

Jiang Zhaorong: “!!!”

If we can’t divorce, what’s the point of divorce!

"I'll listen to you, Madam. I'll see if there's room for her and send her away!"

Song Shi stood there with his mouth slightly open, motionless, as if he had been cast under a spell.

Jiang Zhaorong coaxed Xu Youran and signaled with his eyes to the servants to pull Song Shiwei down. Jiang Zhiyu let go of her hand and smiled.

[I'll teach you a little lesson first, so you can experience the consequences of your own actions.]

[I've changed my mind. Killing someone directly isn't as satisfying as slowly torturing them.]

…

In the Jiaoxiang Hall of the Imperial Palace, Xiao Yanli spat out several mouthfuls of black blood as soon as he entered the hall.

Fortunately, he had instructed Concubine Yu beforehand, so there were no palace maids or eunuchs in the palace.

He was breathing heavily, leaning against the palace door, his chest heaving, beads of sweat slowly rolling down his forehead. It seemed that his internal organs had suffered serious damage. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from groaning.

At first, he only felt the taste of blood in his mouth. On the way back to the palace, as the surroundings became increasingly blurry, Xiao Yanli realized the seriousness of the matter.

Jiang Zhiyu's martial arts skills are so profound?

The veins on Xiao Yanli's forehead were throbbing wildly.

This shouldn't be the case. If she was really that powerful, why hadn't there been any news about her before?

He was lost in thought, and when Concubine Yu came over after hearing the noise, she was so frightened by his appearance that she almost lost her soul.

Concubine Yu squatted in front of him in panic: "My prince, my prince, what happened to you? Who hurt you? I'll go call the imperial physician!"

She turned to leave, but Xiao Yanli grabbed her sleeve and said, "Wait a minute."

He gasped and ordered, "I'm going to climb that rockery later... Go get some blood from the secret room. When I fall, smear it on the back of my head. Sprinkle some more on the ground. Clean up the bloodstains here first."

Concubine Yu nodded, and Xiao Yanli continued, "Don't call the palace maids and eunuchs, handle it yourself."

Yu Fei nodded repeatedly, swallowing her saliva. After making sure that he was fine, she turned and went into the house.

Xiao Yanli forced himself to stand up, changed his clothes, burned them, and then put on the clothes he usually wore in the palace. He walked towards the rockery tremblingly...

With a "bang", Concubine Yu took a deep breath, smeared the blood quickly and neatly, and poured it all onto the ground. Then she hugged Xiao Yanli and cried bitterly.

"Someone! Call the doctor!"