Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi frowned even more deeply.
She looked down at the old woman's hopeful eyes and finally relented: "Don't panic, take me to see her first."
Upon hearing this, the old woman wiped away her tears, hurriedly got up, and led Song Xizhi to the next room.
Although Madam Zhao posed no threat to her, Song Xizhi was still somewhat wary and had Siqin and Granny Wu accompany her to the next room.
As soon as she entered the room, Siqin's expression changed, and she reached out to block Song Xizhi.
“Master, something’s not right here. There’s an aura of someone lurking in the shadows, but their martial arts skills are superb, no less than mine.”
Song Xizhi paused, looking at the old nanny in front of him. The old nanny quickly realized what was happening and said:
"Madam, please don't worry. This is a team of secret guards that Miss's mother trained for her before she sacrificed herself. However, Miss usually stays in her boudoir and has no use for them, so this team of secret guards has been left idle."
"It's just that Miss was bitten by ants yesterday and was very worried, so she hurriedly summoned someone from the capital to protect her. Their role is the same as the female guard by your side."
As the old woman spoke, she became flustered, fearing that Song Xizhi might not believe her, and hurriedly called out the guards who were hiding in the shadows.
Suddenly a figure appeared before them.
She was a female guard, but she was not particularly attractive and was not tall. If she walked in a crowd, she would disappear without a trace.
Her steps were steady, and her lowered eyes were very calm, but her posture, which was poised to strike at any moment, revealed a hint of defensiveness and killing intent. Unlike Siqin, she looked like she had been through the battlefield.
The musician's role was similar to that of protection, but the man seemed to be more skilled at assassination.
Siqin exchanged a brief glance with her and knew that this person's skills were definitely not low, and might even be far superior to her own.
Parents who love their children plan far ahead for them. These soldiers must have been carefully selected and trained by Madam Zhao's mother from the battlefield. Even the secret guards under her command must have been extraordinary.
It's a pity that, according to what the old nanny said, Madam Zhao is confined to her chambers and her mind isn't clear, so this team of secret guards was simply abandoned.
Having finally been injured, she was terrified, so she hurriedly summoned someone from the capital to protect her safety.
Siqin looked at the female guard in front of her, who was also dressed in black, and sighed inwardly.
What a waste!
At least by his master's side, he could investigate palace secrets every day, kill assassins from the Western Rong, and even save the emperor on the side, getting some exercise.
But with Madam Zhao by her side, the entire team of secret guards must be counting ants in the house every day.
Song Xizhi glanced at the female guard once before stepping back into the house.
Upon entering the inner bedroom, one could see Madam Zhao lying lifeless beneath the soft couch, with her maidservant beside her at a loss.
On her desk were portraits of her deceased parents.
Song Xizhi frowned slightly, looked down at Madam Zhao, and then reached out to take her pulse.
What's going on?
The young maidservant, tears welling in her eyes, looked at Madam Zhao with a helpless expression, her voice trembling with sobs: "As soon as Madam returned, she knelt before the portraits of her parents. This servant said that His Majesty's punishment can be postponed until tomorrow..."
"But the lady wouldn't listen and insisted on kneeling. After kneeling for an hour, she fainted. I really don't know what happened. Please save her."
Song Xizhi stared silently at the portraits on the square table, never expecting that Madam Zhao would carry her parents' portraits with her at all times.
His Majesty's words today, which mentioned her parents, must have been a great blow to her.
It's unknown what Madam Zhao was thinking when she knelt before her parents' portraits.
She said to Granny Wu beside her, "Go and make her a cup of sweet soup. You don't need to say that I said so."
Everyone stared in astonishment at Song Xizhi's retreating figure, only to see her walk out of the house again.
Wu Mama naturally dared not delay Song Xizhi's instructions, but only after she left Madam Zhao's room did Wu Mama ask her why she did so.
Song Xizhi explained, "She simply fainted because she hadn't eaten enough and was feeling unwell."
“I don’t like to push people to the brink. Now that she has recalled her secret guards from the capital, how she lives from now on is up to her own choice.”
After she finished speaking, she suddenly looked up and saw Lord Zhao walking hurriedly into the courtyard.
The two brushed past each other, and Zhao Qingshu hurriedly went into Madam Zhao's room.
After the nanny listened to Song Xizhi's instructions and fed Madam Zhao some sugar water, Madam Zhao slowly woke up again.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhao Qingshu's worried eyes: "Ya Xian? What happened? Why did you suddenly faint?"
Madam Zhao lowered her eyes and said calmly, "His Majesty's punishment is what I deserve."
“Your Majesty is right. I have wronged my parents. Song Xizhi was clearly going to save people, but I accused her of having an affair with the Imperial Physician. I framed a loyal official. How is that any different from the person who killed my parents?”
When she got excited, her pale face even turned rosy.
These words seemed to carry a hidden meaning, and Zhao Qingshu's eyes darkened for a moment before he hurriedly explained:
"When I told His Majesty not to tell the truth, it was because I wanted to choose the lesser of two evils."
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