Chapter 88 "What is the little emperor up to? He is so restless."

"What is the little emperor up to? He is so restless."

Just when Song Shiwei was about to refuse for the fourth time, the prime minister who was watching the show on the side touched his chin and looked at the somewhat annoyed Song Shiwei with a smile.

"However, Master, you should go there to prevent her from doing anything out of line. You have a good temper and can tolerate it, but those people have bad tempers. It took a lot of effort to stabilize the situation."

Song Shiwei glanced at him, rubbed his sore wrist, and pushed all the memorials on the desk to him.

He hugged the fox fur tightly, got on the sedan chair, and slowly walked from the front court to the harem.

The maid sent by Wu Qining served respectfully on the side.

"Your Majesty, what have you been busy with these days?"

"Reporting to my lord, His Majesty has been recuperating in bed and has not moved." The maid paused, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Your Majesty just caught a cold a few days ago, and should have recovered in a few days. Now, from what I see, it seems that you are really sick. I checked the medicine residue that Your Majesty drank, and there is nothing unusual. It's just that the palace has changed to a different kind of sandalwood, which smells a bit pungent. I guess someone tampered with it. Because the dosage was not fatal, I did not report it to Your Majesty."

Song Shiwei paused for a moment, and said coldly: "If they go too far, you can handle it."

Although she disliked the little emperor, she also disliked those hypocritical people in the aristocratic families. Dog-eat-dog is the best, but the little emperor is too weak, so she can only rely on her and the aristocratic families to restrain each other and stabilize the situation. If she passed away, it would be troublesome to deal with it.

"I and the other maids take turns to serve Your Majesty every day. Your Majesty doesn't like us, nor does he dislike us. He is not biased at all. Except when His Majesty is bathing, he will drive us out and not allow us to serve him."

"She doesn't believe you." Song Shiwei was not surprised at all. Ever since Wu Qining's secret plot was exposed last time, everyone in Yongning Palace was massacred. A new group of people were re-arranged, all of whom were spies from various forces, and they were almost like a sieve.

Now she sent her subordinates to invite her. Has she found out her identity and secretly appointed her? She moved very quickly.

If she didn't even have this ability, she would have died in this palace a few years ago. She was now somewhat curious about why she insisted on having her come.

After sending away the maids serving in Yongning Palace, Song Shiwei walked into the bedroom alone. Wearing a vermilion dragon robe and a sword at her waist, she barged in without notifying anyone, with a rather arrogant attitude.

"Your Majesty, I, Song Shiwei, request to see you."

The gilded palace lanterns emitted a soft halo. Song Shiwei glanced at the couch and saw a thin young man lying quietly under the shadowy curtains. There were incense burners around the bed, and a faint sandalwood fragrance filled his nose. Song Shiwei frowned, swallowed the itch in his throat, and sat down in front of her bed.

Her cheeks were red and her black hair was a little messy. Wu Qining stood up inch by inch, slowly and with difficulty. Song Shiwei sat beside her and had no intention of helping. When she finally sat up, her clothes were already soaked, her chest was heaving violently, and she coughed violently, which made Song Shiwei's throat more itchy.

"Master." She smiled at her weakly, the small mole at the end of her right eye trembling, like a teardrop constantly swaying in front of Song Shiwei's eyes. The phoenix eyes that should have been sharp drooped weakly, a layer of mist appeared, and they looked at her wetly, with a trace of tiny attachment mixed in fear.

She pretended to be more like a woman than in the past few days. Song Shiwei secretly gave her a score and reached out to tuck the quilt for her casually.

Wu Qining tried hard to suppress the disgust rising in his heart and lowered his eyes obediently.

"Your Majesty, may I ask what you would like to ask me? I have many memorials on my desk."

Wu Qining took out a book from beside her pillow, turned to the page and asked for advice. The book was densely covered with her handwriting, which was crooked and looked like a dog's crawl.

Song Shiwei endured and endured, and finally managed not to scold her. The questions she asked were not particularly brilliant, nor were they particularly stupid, just ordinary.

Song Shiwei answered her questions one by one, and Wu Qining sat beside her and listened carefully.

From a distance, the king and his subjects are in harmony.

After answering several questions in a row, Song Shiwei lowered his eyes tiredly, with obvious impatience on his face.

She hasn't left yet because she is waiting to see what tricks she will play.

"Your Majesty, it is time for Your Majesty to take the medicine. The Imperial Hospital sent someone to deliver the medicine. I have checked it several times."

Is it finally here?

"Yes." An ordinary maid brought a bowl of brown medicine to the bedside.

While Wu Qining was drinking the medicine, Song Shiwei covered his mouth and nose with his wide sleeves and coughed a few times.

After inhaling all this today, I’m afraid I’ll be sick again when I go back.

He pulled out a sharp dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it straight into her heart.

Song Shiwei only felt a flash of coldness in her eyes, and she immediately dodged to the side and drew the sword from her waist.

The sharp dagger grazed the side of her face, leaving a faint trace of blood. After failing to hit her with the first strike, the maid swung the blade again.

Song Shiwei did not dodge and raised her arm to chop the arm that she was trying to attack, but she saw Wu Qining, who was lying on the bed, got up and pushed her with strength from nowhere, blocking the attack for her.

The dagger pierced her back, and blood immediately splattered out, even a few drops splashing onto Song Shiwei's white fox fur.

Wu Qining groaned and fell to the ground with a pale face.

Song Shi curled his eyes slightly and smiled coldly.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife? That depends on whether she has the luck to do so.

The current Grand Tutor was assassinated in Yongning Palace, so the guards of Yongning Palace had to be cleaned up again, and all the spies they sent in were useless.

If she guessed correctly, the maid who assassinated her was a spy from other forces.

Wu Qining forcibly blocked the attack for her not to win her favor, but to get away. Who would doubt a wounded puppet emperor?

Many thoughts burst through her mind, and only a moment passed. At the moment Wu Qining fell to the ground, she raised her sword and cut off the assassin's head. With a snap, the bloody head rolled to Wu Qining's side. Her breathing stopped for a moment, and she trembled and shrank towards Song Shiwei.

Song Lin, who was outside the door, led his troops in as soon as he heard the noise. Sharp swords were flashing, and she lowered her eyes to look.

A woman was lying in a pool of blood with her head cut off. The little emperor was lying on the side with a pale face and blood oozing from a wound on his back. The Grand Tutor was standing on the side with a sword in his hand, looking down at her.

Song Shiwei raised her eyes and looked at Song Lin, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, and she said, "Back off."

"Yes." Song Lin lowered his head and bowed respectfully, then stood outside the hall and surrounded the Yongning Hall inside and out.

The hand holding the sword felt a little numb, so Song Shiwei placed the sword on the ground. The blade gently scraped across the ground, making a creepy sound.

Wu Qining raised his pale face and shuddered.

"Master, I was negligent. I will check this person's identity immediately."

Song Shi wiped the blood off his face with his slender fingers, smiled, and placed the sword next to Wu Qining's face. The cold sword surface reflected her terrified face.

"Your Majesty, I was personally awarded the title of Six-Poem Champion by the late Emperor. I am also proficient in the six arts of a gentleman."

If her body wasn't disabled now, she could have killed the assassin with one sword as soon as she revealed her killing intention. But even if she was disabled, it was enough to deal with an assassin.

"I'm just a little worried about you, Master." Wu Qining uttered these words with difficulty, his forehead covered with beads of cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"I didn't do it, it wasn't..." As if frightened by the rising brutality in her eyes, she hunched over and curled up on the ground. After explaining a few words, she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and a muffled sound of pain came out of her throat.

Her pupils gradually lost their color, she trembled, closed her eyes and passed out. She kept mumbling, "Mother Queen... it hurts. Master... it's not..."

Song Shiwei looked at her for a while, and then with a clang, she knocked over the incense burner that was emitting smoke. She ordered the imperial physician waiting outside the hall to treat her.

His stiff fingers trembled slightly, and Wu Qining knew that he had passed this hurdle.

The maidservant had been serving her for a long time. She saw that she hated the tutor, so she teased her secretly and created a perfect opportunity for her.

I had planned to secretly use the remaining chess pieces to kill the traitor here. But after careful consideration, I decided to give up.

Let's not talk about whether she can be killed. Even if she is killed, the situation will not benefit her at all. That traitor will still call her Your Majesty and give her some face on the surface, but those noble families don't take her seriously at all. Moreover, if the balance is broken at this time, everything she has carefully planned will suddenly change.

"Have you found out?" Song Shiwei bent her waist and covered her mouth with a handkerchief. Her body was shaking violently and uncontrollably. After coughing for a long time, she calmed down a little, and her pale face became a little rosy.

"She was planted by the Prime Minister. Her elder sister was corrupt several years ago and was beheaded by the Lord. She should have been exiled thousands of miles away, but for some reason she was accepted into the Prime Minister's service."

"After entering the palace, she followed the routine and nothing unusual happened. Because she was born into a noble family and had studied for a period of time, His Majesty liked her to stay by his side when he was reviewing his lessons. During that period, there was no one else in the palace. Maybe it was at that time."

"Wipe off the rest. I would like to ask the Prime Minister what his intention was in assassinating me in Yongning Palace." He can't even wipe the tail clean, and he wants her to wipe the butt.

After the imperial physician treated her wounds and applied medicine, Wu Qining finally opened her eyes and lay sickly on the couch.

The official in vermilion robe had his back to her and issued his orders in a firm tone.

"All those involved in the case in Yongning Palace will be beaten to death. From now on, Xuanjian will be the chief steward of Yongning Palace." Xuanjian bowed respectfully and accepted the order. It was the maid that Song Shiwei had inserted before.

Wu Qining had known this would be the result, and it was within her acceptable range. Anyway, there would always be spies in her bedroom, so only one faction was relatively quiet.

Song Shiwei ordered his men to drag them to the front of Yongning Palace and begin the execution.

There were the sounds of beatings, bodies torn to pieces, and screams.

Wu Qining felt very happy, but he lowered his eyes cowardly, unable to bear to look at it.

"Look up and look." The traitor's cold and tough voice came into my ear.

Wu Qining raised his eyes timidly, and saw that the traitor had already walked out of Yongning Palace covered in blood.

Seeing Song Shiwei stepping into the hall with a bloody look on his face, the prime minister, who had been reviewing memorials all morning, raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest:

"The little emperor is planning an assassination? Where did he come from?"

"You'll have to ask the Prime Minister. I've checked and found your people." Song Shiwei threw the results on his desk.

"Prime Minister, you'd better give me an explanation."

The prime minister read through it quickly, bowed to her solemnly, and promised: "Give me one night, and I will give you a satisfactory result tomorrow."

"Best." She stepped into the sedan chair and fell into a deep sleep.

She was a little tired of fighting these people every day.