Chapter 189 This is your retribution

Song Sangyu had disheveled hair and wore a plain white undergarment.

Standing barefoot on the ground, with dark circles under her eyes, she looked like a female ghost.

When she saw Shen Yiqiu enter, she was stunned for a moment, her eyes instantly filled with panic, and her sensitive nerves were pierced with pain.

She turned away in a panic, frantically trying to comb her tangled hair with her fingers and tugging at her undergarment, trying to make herself look presentable.

Forcing himself to straighten his back, he took a deep breath before slowly turning around, forcing an unnatural smile onto his face.

“Sister… Sister, what brings you to a place like this? I’m just… just resting here temporarily. The young master… he will be taking me back to the manor soon.”

Shen Yiqiu didn't reply, calmly glancing at her feigned composure and watching her slightly trembling fingers:

"Recuperation? It seems the place for recuperation arranged by Prince Fu is quite unique. I just wonder when the Prince will come to visit his concubine who is temporarily recuperating?"

Song Sangyu's breathing became rapid:

"What do you mean? Shen Yiqiu, stop being so sarcastic! Brother Langxing... he's just busy with work! He..."

She couldn't finish her sentence because she was too emotional and aggravated her postpartum wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

Beads of cold sweat trickled down my forehead, and I swayed uncontrollably, having to reach out and grab the table next to me to steady myself.

Shen Yiqiu pushed the calming soup she had brought over:

"It contains some medicinal herbs that help women recover after a miscarriage. Your pregnancy is not early, and if you don't take good care of yourself after such a miscarriage, you may suffer from lifelong health problems."

Her words of concern sounded incredibly grating to Song Sangye.

Song Sangyu waved her hand, trying to knock over the bowl of soup, but Shen Yiqiu, as if anticipating this, raised her hand to block it.

She shrieked:

"Shen Yiqiu! Stop with your hypocritical act! I don't need you pretending to be a good person here! You give me..."

Her words came to an abrupt end.

Because Shen Yiqiu has already made a move.

She stepped forward and, before Song Sangyu could react, grabbed her flailing wrist with one hand and gripped her shoulder tightly with the other, forcefully slamming her against the wall.

Her tears left scattered marks on the gray wall.

Shen Yiqiu moved closer to her face and chuckled.

"Song Sangyu! Open your eyes and look carefully. I'm not the one who ruined you like this!"

“It’s Fu Langxing, the man you’ve been obsessed with and would do anything to get close to! He’s the one who dumped you like trash after your miscarriage and never bothered to look after you.”

"The fact that I'm even able to step into this place today to bring you medicine is already an immense act of kindness. Can't you see who really put you in this predicament?"

Shen Yiqiu stared into her resentful eyes, knowing that talking to her was like casting pearls before swine, so she slowly loosened her grip and took a step back.

"Save your energy, Song Sangye. Look at yourself now, look at this place. There's a limit to self-deception."

Song Sangyu slid slowly down the wall to the ground, but as if suddenly realizing something, she became even more erratic:

"It's you? Shen Yiqiu! Did you come here to laugh at me?! Do you see what I've become! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

Shen Yiqiu said calmly, "The child is gone; it's retribution for your many evil deeds."

Song Sangyu's eyelids twitched, and she looked at her with resentment, but she didn't even have the strength to curse.

Shen Yiqiu ignored her gaze and continued speaking to herself:

"I'm curious, what's the background of your loyal nanny? At the crucial moment, she only cared about pulling Fu Langxing away, leaving you, her master, unattended."

Song Sangyu's lips trembled slightly, and she said hoarsely:

"You...you can't possibly sow discord! Granny Chang is...she's the most trusted person by the Old Madam's side..."

Shen Yiqiu keenly noticed the title "Granny Chang" and continued to probe:

"Oh? So it's Granny Chang. I can tell she has an extraordinary air about her, and the scar on her brow bone gives off a murderous aura. She doesn't seem like an ordinary palace servant. She looks more like... someone who has experienced the battles of war."

Song Sangyu blurted out:

"What do you know! Granny Chang was... she was..."

Realizing she had misspoke, she stopped talking, shut her mouth tightly, and turned her head away.

Shen Yiqiu wasn't in a hurry. She slowly strolled to the window, stretched, and lazily pulled over a chair to lean against it.

"Do you think that shutting your mouth will change the fact that you've been treated as a pawn? If Fu Langxing really cared about you, he would be by your side right now, not me, the sister you hate to the core."

“You know better than anyone that from the moment he acquiesced to you being sent here, you were no longer of any use to him.”

Song Sangyu's body trembled slightly, but she still forced herself not to turn around.

Shen Yiqiu turned her head and slowly spoke:

“That Granny Chang… I originally thought she was sent by Consort Zhao to help you with the wedding banquet. After all, her official role is to deliver congratulatory gifts on behalf of Consort Zhao, isn’t it?”

Song Sangyu did not respond, but her stiff body confirmed that she was listening.

Shen Yiqiu continued to speculate, her tone softening as she began to guide him:

"But judging from her overall demeanor and the decisiveness in her eyes, she doesn't seem like an ordinary palace servant. Rather, she seems like someone who has weathered storms and may even have blood on her hands."

"Moreover, at the crucial moment, she only took Fu Langxing with her... I'm very curious, whose person is she working for? I doubt Zhao Jieyu has enough influence to command someone like that, right?"

She paused deliberately for a moment, giving Song Sangyu time to process what she had been doing.

Song Sangyu's breathing became noticeably more rapid, clearly not expecting Shen Yiqiu to even know this.

Seeing that the time was right, Shen Yiqiu walked up to Song Sangyu and looked down at her:

"Let me guess... The one she truly serves is the reclusive matriarch Zhao Ke'er, isn't she? She was Zhao Ke'er's personal maid who had been by her side since before she entered the palace, holding a superior position and possessing exceptional abilities."

"This wedding banquet is of great importance. Zhao Ke'er was worried, so she specially sent her right-hand woman to oversee it personally. Am I right?"

Song Sangyu looked up in shock, then quickly lowered her eyes, looking guilty as if she had been caught out.

With a smile on her face, Shen Yiqiu tilted her head and asked in confusion:

"Since she was sent by Zhao Ke'er to help you, why did she only take Fu Langxing away without hesitation when the assassins attacked, abandoning you, her master? This doesn't make sense."

This question clearly struck a nerve with Song Sangyu. Her lips trembled. She already knew the answer in her heart, but she was unwilling to believe it.