"I'd like to hear the details." Li Zong reached out his hand, and Song Tangli placed her hand on his and smiled gently: "The person is right here. We can force her to put her fingerprint on it. Then there will be no way to prove anything, just this one confession."

“Just say she committed suicide out of guilt,” Song Tangli said from her bright red lips. “Do you think she can crawl up from the underworld?”

Li Zong smiled and pulled the person to his side: "Ali is the smartest."

Seeing the two so intimately connected, Song Tangxue felt a surge of panic. No…

When did Song Tangli get involved with Li Zong? Wasn't she devoted to Li Zhaoxian?

Li Zongshun hugged Song Tangli, placed his hand on her waist, and looked at her with admiration in his eyes.

Song Tangxue was certain that the two were indeed having an affair. Since they didn't hide it from her, it meant they thought of themselves as dead.

Song Tangxue struggled to her feet, the pain in her head radiating through her nerves. She knew she couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

But the jailers surrounded the room so tightly that she had nowhere to escape. She staggered back to a corner, and the jailer walked towards her step by step.

He held a sword in his hand, its blade gleaming with silver light.

"Sister, it'll be quick, it doesn't hurt at all," Song Tangli nestled sweetly in Li Zong's arms and said to Song Tangxue with a smile, "Sister, go and reunite with your adoptive parents."

"Cut off her fingers; we'll need to put her fingerprints on them later."

"Imperial edict has arrived!"

The shrill voice trailed off, and Li Zong and Song Tangli quickly separated, standing far away, their eyes dark as they watched the eunuch enter through the door.

Xie Qianzhong was by his side, and the eunuch was holding a bright yellow imperial edict. The eunuch in charge of delivering the edict stood at the front.

Song Tangli clenched her knuckles, reluctantly glancing back at Song Tangxue, who was already kneeling on the ground due to her serious injuries. Li Zong then led her to kneel down.

"Due to Li Xing's crimes, he is hereby dismissed from his post as Minister of the Court of Judicial Review. All affairs of the Court of Judicial Review shall be temporarily taken over by the Left Chancellor, Xie Qianzhong. So be it!"

Emperor Li Zong accepted the imperial edict with deep, unwavering eyes: "Your subject accepts the edict."

Song Tangxue had no strength left. Looking at Xie Qianzhong walking towards her, was it just a hallucination before her death?

Before she could figure it out, Song Tangxue had already fallen into a coma.

Darkness enveloped her.

Song Tangli watched as the blood dripping from Xie Qianzhong's face stained his robes, and felt a sense of satisfaction. So what if you're not dead now?

After Xinghua left that day, there was no further news. Haitang silently shed tears in prison, for those people clearly wanted to put her young lady to death.

Now that Xinghua has given us a fake certificate, won't that mean Miss will be ruined here, with no chance of ever recovering?

Haitang felt bitter. She had accompanied her mistress all the way, and was filled with grief and indignation. Her mistress was such a good person.

She was usually very kind to the servants and would always help anyone in need. These traitors! Haitang angrily kicked the corner of the wall, where Xinghua used to stay.

But Haitang was powerless to change these things. The young lady was still mired in the quagmire and could not even protect herself.

Thinking of Song Tangxue suffering in places she couldn't see, Haitang had also endured a lot of hardship these days, with all sorts of bizarre and torturous tortures inflicted upon her.

Haitang could still endure the pain when it was on her, but the young lady had never suffered like this in all these years. Haitang felt angina.

She actually vomited a mouthful of blood, staring blankly at the pool of red, and then closed her eyes.

There's another way!

She is the young lady's personal maid, and can obtain handkerchiefs and gold hairpins. She will also avenge the young lady, as long as she admits to these crimes!

Haitang got up, mustered her strength, walked to the side of the prison, and shouted, "I confess! Give me paper and pen! I'll write!"

The jailer ignored him. He knew that what his superiors wanted was Song Tangxue's confession; the maid's confession was of no use.

The jailer's indifference made Haitang realize Song Tangxue's predicament even more clearly, and she knew there was no time to lose.

She turned around and closed her eyes. When night fell and the jailers were asleep, Song Tangxue tore a piece of white cloth from her undergarment and laid it on the ground.

When she bit her finger, blood gushed out, and Haitang's tears blurred her vision. When the young lady saw the blood on her finger, she carefully took a handkerchief and used it to stop the bleeding.

She and the young lady were not like mistress and servant, but more like sisters. The servants in the Shen mansion all said that she had gotten incredibly lucky.

Tears dripped onto the blood-stained letter, blurring its color. Haitang quickly wiped her face with her sleeve. This was a confession; she couldn't let others misread the handwriting and frame her mistress.

“Miss…” Haitang choked out, writing each word with sincerity, her ten fingers bitten until they bled.

Before she knew it, tears were streaming down her face, her mind filled with thoughts of Song Tangxue as a child and the young lady who protected her as an adult.

“Miss, you’ve always been the one protecting Haitang. This time, let Haitang protect you this once…”

The blood letter was placed on the table, the dried blood congealing into a dark brown. Haitang turned her face away, and finally tore off another piece of pure white paper, writing a few blood words with a different mindset.

Once the blood had dried, he placed it close to his body.

Outside, the moonlight was as clear as water, and inside, all was quiet.

Haitang resolutely slammed into the wall, blood trickling down her forehead. She fell to the ground, her fingers twitching a few times. A small patch of moonlight shone on her fingertips, pale and cold.

"The moon is crescent, the moon is crescent... Miss is busy picking flowers..." This is a song that Miss used to sing to her when she was a child. After returning to the Song Mansion, she never heard her sing it again.

In a daze, Haitang seemed to see Song Tangxue, who was living in seclusion, and stretched out her small, tender hand in front of her: "Haitang, let's go catch fireflies today."

Haitang smiled, the blood from her forehead sliding into her mouth, tasting extremely metallic: "Good!"

Song Tangxue's eyelids felt heavy, but her heart suddenly ached as she dreamt of catching fireflies by the river with Haitang when they were children.

"This Miss Song's injuries are too severe; I am powerless to help her!"

"If you're powerless, then go die." Xie Qianzhong said these words with a distant expression, looking at the delicate body on the long couch, feeling even more annoyed.

"This... my master must have a way to cure her!" The man knelt on the ground, sweating profusely. "Please, Lord Xie, give me some time. I will definitely cure Miss Song!"

"Hurry up and go fetch someone!" Xie Qianzhong shooed the person away.

An Shiliu knelt on the ground: "Master, people from over there are waiting at the manor."

The rescue of Song Tangxue today caused quite a stir, and it was within Xie Qianzhong's expectations that the other side would be unable to contain themselves upon receiving the news.

"You stay here and keep watch," Xie Qianzhong instructed An Shiliu, then headed back to his residence.

The man was already waiting in the study. When he saw Xie Qianzhong return, he looked him up and down and asked, "Lord Xie, have you just returned from the Dali Temple?"

Faced with this rhetorical question, Xie Qianzhong did not answer, but calmly sat down in the chair: "Go ahead and speak."