Chapter 90 "Master, I only know that you are the most likely person to save her." He raised his drooping eyes slightly,...

"Master, I only know that you are the most likely person to rescue her." She raised her lowered eyes slightly, a glimmer of light appeared, and she looked hopefully at the silent Song Shiwei.

Under her cold scrutiny, Wu Qining tightly grasped her sleeves with both hands, and her newly rosy face turned pale again, and then drooped. After a while, she timidly raised her head and said tremblingly: "I don't really know that lady. I just think that if she died in prison without any evidence, the people in her house would be very sad."

"The Grand Master certainly doesn't want such an injustice to happen." Seeing Song Shiwei's expression unchanged, Wu Qining pursed her lips, as if considering something. Finally, she took a deep breath and said with a fearless attitude:

"Those ministers from aristocratic families don't seem to respect the Grand Tutor very much. I think the Grand Tutor must have been fed up with them for a long time."

The weak almond-shaped eyes trembled and emitted a tiny flame, which flickered nervously under Song Shiwei's scrutinizing expression.

"What a kind and well-behaved child, not like an emperor." After a long time, the cold hands gently stroked her falling hair and tucked it behind her ears.

Song Shiwei rarely smiled at Wu Qining.

Wu Qining knew that she had made the right bet.

She had always thought that Song Shiwei was the spokesperson put forward by those aristocratic families to take power.

It was not until she went to court and observed secretly these days that she discovered the undercurrent between them. Song Shiwei and those noble families sought benefits from each other, but were secretly on guard against each other.

It's good to have a rift, so she can take advantage of it.

"Your Majesty, please go back first. I have my own plans for this matter." Song Shiwei waved his hand casually, signaling Wu Qining to go down and not get in the way.

Wu Qining said softly: "Grandmaster, you must help Lord Wang."

She looked back every few steps until the sedan disappeared in front of her, and then Wu Qining stopped.

Walking on the snow back to Yongning Palace, Wu Qining dismissed the serving palace maids and soaked himself in the water.

In the steamy bathtub, there was a lingering warm fragrance. After soaking for a while, Wu Qining slowly stood up. Water droplets slid down her slender body, splashing tiny water droplets on the ground.

She casually put on the brocade robe, reached out and turned the golden vase not far from the bathtub a few times, and then fumbled around for switches in various places in the bathtub.

With a slight creaking sound, a crack slowly appeared on the stone wall leaning against the mountain at the far left end of the bathing pool, and the faint and dim candlelight flickered.

Wu Qining raised her eyes suddenly. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. They were dark and chilling. With a slight creaking sound, she disappeared into the dark passage.

In the swaying sedan chair, Song Shiwei leaned lazily on the brocade quilt, his bony fingers grasping a book.

After the morning court today, those people submitted a bunch of memorials of accusation, and she had to deal with them until now before she had time to spare.

The night was as dark as ink, with only a few stars. The whole street was under curfew, and a sedan chair accompanied by more than ten guards slowly returned to the mansion.

There were a few rustling sounds, and several arrows shot out from the beams and went straight into the sedan chair.

With a clang, the sedan chair fell heavily to the ground. The guards drew their swords and cut off the arrows flying towards it. Song Shiwei lifted the curtain and looked outside.

Five or six masked assassins in black night clothes jumped down from the dark beams and rushed towards her with swords in hand without saying a word.

In the streets, swords and sabers flashed back and forth, and there was a melee.

A black-clad assassin, covered in blood, rushed to the sedan chair, ignoring the long swords attacking her from behind, and pierced the wooden sedan chair with a sword in mid-air, accurately stabbing Song Shiwei's left shoulder.

Song Shiwei groaned, her body swayed, and she covered the bleeding wound with her pale fingers. She raised her eyes and looked into those cold eyes for a moment.

The next second, a quick whistle sounded, and the assassin retreated in all directions without looking back.

Song Lin, filled with murderous aura, suddenly rushed onto the sedan chair and supported Song Shiwei's shaky body.

She shouted loudly: "Return home immediately."

In the speeding sedan, Song Lin carefully used gauze to stop the bleeding of Song Shiwei. The white gauze was stained red with blood, and her pale face was covered with cold sweat.

"Sir, this is too risky. Who knows if the little emperor really wants to kill you."

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation. Those secret guards just wanted to stab me, not kill me."

"She wants to confuse the situation, and I just need an opportunity to get Wang Yuqing out."

After a short pause, Song Shiwei, who felt a little better, took out a golden token from his arms, with the two bold seal characters "Taifu" engraved on the front.

"I was assassinated on Suzaku Street and was seriously injured. I have issued an order that the entire city be under strict lockdown and no one is allowed to enter or leave. Use this token to mobilize the Imperial Guards and have them help search for the assassin."

After speaking for such a long time, Song Shiwei felt a little tired. She took a breath and motioned Song Lin to come closer.

She whispered in her ear, "Send a message to Lin Sheng, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards: six months later, the rebellion in Yizhou will be quelled. She will understand."

"Go ahead." Pale fingers wiped the blood off her face.

"Yes." Song Lin glanced at Song Shiwei, who was still in good spirits, bowed, and took the order to go.

Song Shiwei felt a sweetness in her throat, and a trace of blood flowed out of her mouth. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

She didn't even wake up when the court doctor was disinfecting and bandaging her.

At three quarters past midnight, Song Lin walked in through the door covered in blood, and saw that Song Shiwei had woken up and climbed up from the bed with difficulty.

She hurriedly helped Song Shiwei sit up and fed her a few sips of water.

"How is the prison?"

"Just a quarter of an hour after the slayer, two groups of people came, one to kill her and one to save her. They were all knocked unconscious and captured by my subordinates."

Song Shiwei laughed without any surprise.

Lin Sheng, deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, "happened" to be in charge of guarding the perimeter of the Heavenly Prison.

"Go to the prison quickly."

Song Lin looked at her weak body, opened his mouth, and immediately made arrangements under her unquestionable gaze.

In a spacious cell, clean straw was spread on the ground, and a candle on the wall emitted a soft warm light, dispelling the inherent chill of the day.

Wang Yuqing, with gauze wrapped around his head, sat on the ground in a daze, staring at the surrounding arrangements.

Tap, tap, tap, the sound of subtle footsteps came, she shuddered all over and looked back.

Song Shiwei, wearing a fox fur coat, walked slowly towards her and stood outside the cell, looking down at her.

Wang Yuqing climbed up unwillingly and looked at her.

Since she had no idea what she was up to, she rarely refrained from scolding her.

Song Shiwei clapped her hands, and Song Lin placed two items that he had prepared long ago in front of her.

A memorial and a glass of wine.

"I give you two choices. Either tear up the memorial, apologize, and I will spare your life. Or, drink this glass of wine. You have a quarter of an hour to make your choice."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuqing laughed loudly towards the sky. The white-haired old minister stood up straight with no fear in her cloudy eyes. She didn't even hesitate for a moment and picked up the glass of wine and drank it all.

"carefree."

She threw the wine glass to the ground, and it shattered into pieces in an instant. She cursed at Song Shiwei, "You disloyal and unfilial thief, I will wait for you in the underworld..."

She kept on cursing, it had been a long time since she had felt the poison coming on. She smacked her lips subconsciously, the spicy taste of alcohol poured into her throat, she was stunned, it seemed like it was really alcohol, and good alcohol at that.

Seeing Wang Yuqing was dumbfounded, Song Shi curled his eyes slightly and made a joke: "I have kept the old wine for more than ten years, and I haven't drunk much myself. It's a bargain for Lord Wang."

Pale cheeks, smiling eyes, as if she was seeing her for the first time, she asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing. I just think it's a pity that Lord Wang died at the hands of those good-for-nothings."

The changes in the court over the past decade flashed through her mind. She suddenly opened her eyes wide and murmured, "You are not..."

Song Shiwei interrupted her and said softly, "The governor of Jingzhou is young and lacks a respected old man by his side. Lord Wang should be able to take on the role."

"Since you are so disgusted with those noble families, you have plenty of energy to investigate them. Just collect evidence and submit it secretly every year."

She was born in a poor family, and both in her past life and this life, she could not stand those who exploited the people and plundered their wealth, nor could she stand the fact that loyal ministers and generals did not care about being harmed.

The old minister opened his mouth and whispered, "Your Majesty..."

"The time has come, you should go." Song Shiwei waved her hand, signaling the guards beside her to take her away.

In the end, the old minister had no choice but to bow deeply to her.

Since it is impossible for her original body to collude with the aristocratic family, her current situation is easy to explain.

She was a chess piece placed by the late emperor in the aristocratic family. She sought benefits from the tiger and took the opportunity to abuse her power. She secretly sought opportunities for growth for the young emperor and was also a whetstone for the young emperor.

Choosing her to sharpen the knife, there is no need to worry about the knife breaking. Song Shiwei sneered and took away the four dark guards who were knocked unconscious.

Both she and her original body had already repaid the late emperor's kindness. As for the future direction, it would depend on whether Wu Qining was qualified to be the emperor.

Song Shiwei picked up the lit tinder and threw it lightly onto the dry straw. Soon, the whole cell was on fire.

The flames shot up into the sky, dancing wantonly, instantly lighting up everything in the darkness. It was like a group of giant beasts with bared fangs and claws, trying to envelop and devour her.

Against the backdrop of the glowing flames, Song Shiwei's face looked even paler, only his narrow eyes danced with the flames, bursting with a different kind of vitality.

"There's a fire, there's a fire, there's a fire in the prison, come and put it out." Amid the urgent shouting, countless guards carried buckets of water to put out the fire.

Wu Qining, who had been tossing and turning on the couch and couldn't sleep, immediately got up from the couch when he heard the sound of fire.

She clutched the quilt tightly and murmured softly, "Why did the prison catch fire? Was it them?"

"Your Majesty, you are waiting for me so late at night?" A cold voice came from outside the door. With a creak, the door of the palace opened wide. Song Shiwei, wearing a fox fur coat, stood in the bleak moonlight. His pale face was gloomy and a little scary.

The secret guards she sent out were tied up tightly and thrown to the ground.

In the dim light without candles, Song Shiwei walked towards her step by step, holding a long sword. The strong smell of medicine and blood mixed together and hit her nose.

Wu Qining was trembling, using fear to hide the anger that was cramping his whole body.

It was her again, and she ruined her plan again.