"Perhaps you've all forgotten that Shen Jinshu and I fell into the water together that day. I clearly remember that someone pushed me from behind."

In my panic, I scratched her hand. If that person hadn't been silenced, they should be among these maids.

Although she didn't see the person's face, the fabric of her clothing was enough to confirm her identity.

Song Zhiyu gently stroked the sachet tied to her waist with her fingertips, and a faint fragrance filled the air. It was a very subtle gesture, and no one noticed it.

In her past life, when she was framed by Shen Jinshu, she also said these words, but no one believed her.

At that time, she was immersed in the pain of being disliked and distrusted by her parents and brothers, and she did not look for evidence.

From then on, the charge of murdering her elder sister was pinned on her.

So much so that later, when Shen Mingyi fabricated rumors to frame Shen Jinshu in order to cover up the truth about the murder, no one doubted it.

After all, in their minds, Song Zhiyu was someone who dared to murder even her own sister; what else was she incapable of doing?

No sooner had he finished speaking than Shen Yanxi couldn't sit still any longer. His hand trembled as he pointed at Song Zhiyu. "What a ridiculous joke! Song Zhiyu, don't spout nonsense to clear your name. Who would frame you?"

"Noisy".

A flash of silver light appeared, and a sharp dagger grazed Shen Yanxi's lips before embedding itself deeply in the door behind him.

Shen Yanxi's eyes widened, and he felt a sharp pain in his mouth. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto his clothes, and he was unable to recover for a long time.

Finally, it's quiet.

Song Zhiyu narrowed her eyes with pleasure, and seeing the Shen family members' angry but not daring to speak out, she couldn't help but feel wonderful.

Indeed, extreme measures are needed to deal with such shameless people.

At this moment, she noticed a little maid in a pink dress in the crowd whose shoulders trembled slightly, who tucked her right hand into her sleeve, and lowered her head even further.

She gave Lu Bai a look, and Lu Bai instantly understood what she meant. She rolled up her sleeves, grabbed the maid, and pulled her out, tearing open the maid's sleeve to reveal the wound on the back of her hand. She demanded sharply, "Tell me, where did you get this wound on your hand?"

“This is where I was scratched by the cat when I was taking care of it for Miss Four a couple of days ago. Miss Four can testify for me.” The maid, Dai Mao, unconsciously scratched the wound on her hand and looked at Shen Jinyi with eager eyes.

Seeing everyone's eyes on her, Shen Jinyi nodded and said truthfully, "That is indeed the case."

Dai Mao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously glanced at Shen Jinshu. Seeing that the gentle smile on her face was still there, she immediately felt more confident. "Second Miss, you heard it too, right? Not everyone with an injury on their hand is the murderer who framed you."

Song Zhiyu curled her lips into a harmless smile, but the words she uttered sent a chill down one's spine.

"I forgot to mention, the day I fell into the water, I was making poison in the pharmacy, and the juice of the Mysterious Ghost Grass got on my fingers."

This poison penetrates deep into the bone marrow through the bloodstream, gradually eroding the heart and lungs. Initially, the wounds become incredibly itchy, and slowly the body begins to develop red rashes.

Within three days, his entire body will fester and he will bleed to death. Judging by the time, that time is almost up.

"Heh, who are you trying to scare..." Shen Yanxi never learned his lesson. Even though his lips were still bleeding and he could barely speak, he didn't miss any opportunity to mock Song Zhiyu.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a piercing scream.

"Pfft~"

The hawksbill turtle, which had been perfectly fine just moments before, suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground groaning in pain, and red rashes appeared on its exposed skin. The wounds began to fester, oozing black blood streaks.

Everyone was startled; they hadn't expected Song Zhiyu to be telling the truth.

"Second Miss, I was wrong, please save me."

The tortoiseshell panicked and stretched out its hand to grab Song Zhiyu's clothes, but before it could touch her, Lu Bai kicked it away, saying, "Stay away from our young lady."

"I confess. I was the one who pushed the second young lady that day. The eldest young lady falling into the water had nothing to do with the second young lady. It was all my fault." Dai Mao rolled on the ground in pain, revealing the truth about the drowning.

With Lu Bai shielding her behind her, Song Zhiyu looked down at her, her red lips slightly parted, "Want to live? Then find someone who can save you."

The implication in her words was obvious, and as expected, the tortoiseshell crawled laboriously toward Shen Jinshu, leaving a large trail of blood beneath her. "Young Miss, save me. If it weren't for your orders, how could I have framed the Second Young Miss? Please save me."

"Nonsense! When did I order you to harm anyone? Don't try to sow discord between me and my sister." Shen Jinshu's eyes widened in shock, tears welling up in her eyes, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Seeing this tragic scene, the other servants were frightened and couldn't help but whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with a strange look as they looked at Shen Jinshu.

However, Shen Jinshu's kind and generous image was so deeply ingrained in people's minds that they were unwilling to believe it.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Shen Feng, who had been silent for a long time, narrowed his long phoenix eyes, drew the guard's sword, and cleanly slit the tortoise's neck. "You lowly servant, you made false accusations and caused chaos in the entire Marquis's mansion. You deserve to die."

Song Zhiyu chuckled, seeing through Shen Feng's thoughts, "What, is Marquis Chengen planning to kill me to silence me?"

“How can you believe the words of a mere servant? Shu’er is of pure and kind nature and would never do anything to frame someone. Someone must have framed her.” Shen Feng spoke righteously, and if you ignored his shifty eyes, he might have some credibility.

Shen Feng stood with his hands behind his back, intending to let the matter drop. "Now that the truth has been revealed and the murderer has been brought to justice, let's put this matter behind us. I will no longer hold your injury to your fourth brother a secret."

But Song Zhiyu would not let him have his way. The suffering she endured would surely be ten or a hundred times worse for those who hurt her.

"Impossible." Song Zhiyu said each word clearly and decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.

"You'd better stop now." Shen Feng gritted his teeth, his words carrying a strong threat. He hadn't expected his once humble and obedient daughter to become so difficult to deal with, and even more unforgiving when she was in the right.

Song Zhiyu smiled and said, "Unfortunately, I prefer to go all the way to the end rather than know when to stop."

She wanted Shen Jinshu to personally cut off her "left and right arms," ​​and watch as the good reputation she had cultivated over the years vanished, leaving her despised by everyone.

The princess's sharp gaze swept back and forth between Shen Feng and Shen Jinshu, her mind clear as day. "Marquis Chengen, you must give Zhiyu an explanation for what happened today."

If we cannot find the real culprit and make an example of him, I'm afraid the servants in this household will follow suit.

"As a high-ranking official, if you can't even manage your own household and are incompetent in governing your subordinates, how can you possibly share His Majesty's burdens?"

Shen Feng was shocked. The Chengen Marquis's mansion was declining day by day and only had a name. If the Princess's words reached the Emperor's ears, he would probably be even less valued in the court in the future.

It seems that if he cannot satisfy the eldest princess today, this matter will not end well.