Princess Jia Hua laughed without restraint, as if she had heard a joke: "What good things can you possibly teach?"
"Song Kaifeng is ungrateful and favors his concubine over his wife. Song Hengchuan, whom I've raised for several years, is a coward and heartless wretch. How could I dare entrust A-Yue to you?"
Being publicly insulted and pointed at, the old lady's face turned pale and then red, she was so angry that she almost fainted, and she trembled for a long time without being able to speak.
"Ah Yue, you did the right thing today. It would be foolish not to fight back when someone is bullied. If others are unjust, you don't need to show mercy. Respect is mutual." Princess Jia Hua was in a good mood today and raised her hand to touch Song Yue's hair: "Xiu Shu!"
Xiu Shu stepped forward with the brocade box in her hands. Upon opening it, she found three sets of exquisite jewelry inside. Princess Jia Hua said, "Pick one set to wear, and give the rest to your sister-in-law and Huan Jie."
"Thank you, Mother."
"Thank you, Aunt!" Song Huan, ever perceptive, grinned at Princess Jia Hua.
Princess Jia Hua casually patted Song Huan: "Remember to learn more about self-defense skills from your third sister."
Song Huan nodded like a chick pecking at rice, following closely behind Song Yue. Both of them were drawn to the jewelry and didn't even notice the murderous look in the eyes of the Grand Madam.
"Alright, all of you may go back now. I will handle the rest," Princess Jiahua instructed.
The two entered the room hand in hand.
After everyone had gone far away, Princess Jiahua gave the Grand Madam a look that seemed to be a handout: "It's better for her to stay quietly in Ninghui Hall than to go to the ancestral hall or the family temple in the countryside."
After saying that, Princess Jia Hua left without looking back.
The old lady was stunned. She clutched her chest and didn't dare to utter a single word in rebuttal. She was both shocked and frightened. After a long while, she finally dared to curse, "What a terrible thing!"
…
Prince Qing's Mansion
Princess Qing's legs were weak when she got out of the sedan chair. She stumbled towards the study with great effort. She stood at the door of the study for a long time before holding her breath and knocking.
"Enter!"
Forced to push open the door, Princess Qing was immediately overwhelmed by a sense of oppression. Her face turned pale, and she looked at the man sitting in the chair with fear, calling out "Your Highness" in a trembling voice.
Prince Qing glanced at the newcomer, his eyes as cold as ice, which frightened Princess Qing so much that she quickly explained, "It's all Song Yue's fault for being so cunning; she actually sent someone to check the wound."
"Has the person been dealt with?"
Princess Qing swallowed hard: "It's already been cleaned up by people."
Those guards who carried out the attack have been silenced.
The knives were also destroyed.
Even if the Prefect of the Capital found inconsistencies in the wounds, there was no evidence to prove that she had sent someone to do it.
Prince Qing's gaze fell on the small bloodstain on Princess Qing's neck. He raised an eyebrow: "In the end, the princess can't bring herself to be ruthless and can't bear to give up her wealth and honor."
"Your Highness." Princess Qing looked aggrieved. After more than ten years of marriage, did he really have to watch her die?
Prince Qing said in a deep voice, "This matter has already blown up. The civil officials will definitely make a big deal out of it. For the sake of the future of Prince Qing's mansion, the princess should be prepared. Sacrificing the pawn to save the king is a helpless move, but I will do my best to protect the princess."
Princess Qing's breath caught in her throat, and she almost lost her balance as she leaned against the door frame.
At that moment, a guard entered and handed over a secret letter. Prince Qing took it, opened it, and frowned. The letter stated that the Eighth Prince and the princess had been seeing each other frequently.
"So it turns out he was involved behind the scenes as well."
Prince Qing angrily crushed the letter into pieces.
One by one, they're all working against me.
Damn it!
Suddenly remembering something, Prince Qing asked, "Today is the fifteenth, so there's no need to give us the antidote. Let Jia Hua come to us asking for it."
Fifteen, the sky gradually darkened.
Song Hengchuan felt short of breath and stood waiting under the corridor early. He clutched his chest, but Shen Ruyun only glanced at him before looking away.
“The eldest young master looks like he’s in a lot of pain, young mistress. Should we call a doctor?”
The maid said worriedly.
Shen Ruyun shook her head: "No need. If he feels unwell, he will naturally go and ask a doctor for help."
During the day, Song Hengchuan once again backed down, leaving the problem to Song Yue. Shen Ruyun had no respect for Song Hengchuan from the bottom of her heart.
He is less responsible than a woman.
That's so pathetic.
Song Hengchuan glanced at the time. The surroundings were silent. He was somewhat displeased. Pain spread from his limbs to his bones, making his breathing heavier and his face contorted in pain.
For thirteen years, he has suffered from the poison every three months. All he has to do is stand under the eaves and wait for the guards to bring him the antidote.
Thirteen years of unwavering dedication, through thick and thin.
But today he's half an hour late and hasn't arrived yet.
The pain intensified, and veins bulged on Song Hengchuan's forehead. Large beads of sweat rolled down his face and dripped onto his collar, soaking his clothes.
Bang!
Unable to hold on any longer, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
"Young Madam, the eldest young master seems to have fainted."
Shen Ruyun then stood up and went out, and sure enough, she saw Song Hengchuan lying on the ground, trembling all over, his face pale, looking like he was in pain.
"Help the person into the house, then go and fetch a doctor."
"yes."
The doctor arrived quickly and, after examining Song Hengchuan's pulse, determined that he had been poisoned.
"Poisoning?" Shen Ruyun asked in surprise. Just as she was wondering, the doctor said, "Judging from the pulse, the poison in the young master's body has been there for many years. He has been taking medicine to suppress the poison all these years, which is why it has not affected his heart meridian. This time, it is probably because he did not have time to take the medicine after the poison took effect, which is why he could not withstand it and fainted."
Shen Ruyun was shocked once again. Song Hengchuan had actually been poisoned long ago?
And who poisoned him behind his back?
"Thank you so much, doctor. Is there any cure for my husband's poison?" Shen Ruyun asked anxiously.
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