Upon hearing this, Emperor Guangqi's gaze towards Song Xizhi softened slightly: "What do you mean by that?"
Song Xizhi looked calmly in the direction of Emperor Guangqi: "At noon today, I saw a lost little girl in the crowd, being trampled by the crowd."
"So I instructed Siqin to use her kung fu to get to the little girl and rescue her, which led to me being pushed off the cliff by a dark hand."
"Just now, I was entrusted by King Xiu to come to this Tibetan camp and discovered that the little girl that Siqin saved at noon was actually the Tibetan holy maiden."
Song Xizhi paused mid-sentence, then shifted his gaze to the direction of the Tibetan prince: "Even if Siqin handed the Holy Maiden over to others to save me, she had already been rescued, yet she fell into the water again."
"This proves that this was not an accident at all; it was deliberate. Someone is trying to use the Holy Maiden to sow discord between Daqian and Tibet!"
Song Xizhi's words were clear and logical, which silenced everyone present.
But she continued, "And now, I say she can live, but some people with ulterior motives, for their own benefit, won't let me save her. They want her dead, and they want me dead too."
“If these people are from within Daqian and Tubo, they are parasites to both countries, veritable scourges. But if these people are from foreign lands, then Your Majesty and the Prince should be even more careful.”
"Pay attention to getting to the root of the matter, rather than focusing on the trivial and neglecting the essential!"
Upon hearing this, the Tibetan prince kept his eyes fixed on Song Xizhi's face, pondering her words.
The emperor's eyes deepened, and the scales in his heart tipped completely in favor of Song Xizhi.
Just now, he still harbored doubts about Song Xizhi, thinking that she might be a so-called "lone star destined for misfortune".
After all, her identity is of paramount importance to the Emperor, and he would not let go of even the slightest possibility.
But now, Song Xi's words coincide with the emperor's thoughts.
Emperor Guangqi always believed that this "accident" was meticulously planned by foreign powers, and that there were "insiders" working in collusion with him.
What Song Xizhi just said further corroborates this point.
It must be said that she was an extremely clever woman; she completely won over the emperor with just a few words.
The emperor remained silent, but the witch doctor was already jumping up and down in a panic: "You're lying! You've already fallen into the water yourself, how could you possibly save the saintess!"
"You are a jinx! A jinx recognized by both Daqian and Tubo! Heaven has already issued a decree, how could you possibly save her?"
Lord Luo nodded, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply to the emperor: "Your Majesty! I observed the stars last night, and there is absolutely no mistake!"
"No matter what she did or said, it cannot change her status as a jinx! This is indeed the will of Heaven!"
Song Xizhi sneered: "Observing the stars at night? Do you think my three characters, Song Xizhi, just happen to hang in the sky and were seen by you?"
"Did God point his finger at me and curse me, saying I'm a cursed star?"
Lord Luo was so angry at Song Xizhi's words that he almost fainted: "You! You! You! You! Disrespecting the stars! This is utterly unreasonable!"
Seeing Emperor Guangqi remain silent, Prince Yu hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Father, I just find it strange."
"The imperial physicians in the palace and the Tibetan shamans should be the most skilled doctors in the world, but they all felt that they were powerless to save her. Song Xizhi is just a lady, practically a barefoot doctor. How could she have such strong medical skills?"
"I'm afraid her eloquent words just now were for ulterior motives!"
"Even if the Holy Maiden is dead, her body is still important and must be brought back to Tibet. Perhaps Song Xizhi knew this, which is why he wanted to get close to the Holy Maiden's body, take it hostage, and try to find a way to survive?"
Prince Su observed the situation without speaking, but Prince Xiu hesitated and spoke up: "Father, I think that Lady He has saved many people, which is why I specially invited her here. She has medical skills and could never be a jinx."
Prince Yu's eyes suddenly turned sharp: "Who gives you the right to speak here?"
Emperor Guangqi took a deep breath: "Enough!"
Before he could finish speaking, all of Prince Yu's supporters knelt down in unison.
"Your Majesty, please be wise! The Astronomical Bureau and the shamans are both saying that strange phenomena have appeared in the heavens, and even the holy maiden of Tibet has died because of it. We beg Your Majesty to execute them quickly, or the consequences will be unimaginable!"
Upon hearing this, all the Tibetan envoys knelt down.
The shaman was sent to earth by divine decree to care for the bodies of the Tibetan royal family. He was their guardian deity and a direct communion with the heavens.
Compared to others, these Tibetans naturally had more faith in this divinely ordained shaman. They had passed down their shamanic arts, which could cure diseases and save lives, for generations, and it could be considered their faith.
Therefore, the Tibetan envoys also spoke up: "We demand that the jinx be severely punished and that Tibet be given an explanation!"
Finally, even the old ministers who had been holding the reins of power in the court knelt down.
The entire tent was filled with a dense mass of kneeling people, causing the emperor's chest to heave violently.
However, Emperor Guangqi quickly composed himself and simply said, "No killing is allowed during the Fengshan ceremony."
Upon hearing this, Lord Luo quickly added, "The celestial signs indicate that binding this person to the altar and offering him as a sacrifice to Heaven would not be considered killing!"
Zhao Qingshu seized the opportunity and urged, "Your Majesty! If Song Xizhi is dealt with, today's matter will be easily resolved. You can give an explanation to the world and Tibet, and the court will no longer be in turmoil!"
Before Zhao Qingshu could finish speaking, everyone saw a black figure flash in from outside the tent.
Su Mingli pointed at Zhao Qingshu's nose and almost cursed, "You scoundrel! What are you up to! It was because of Zhizhi's advance warning that so many people were saved. How could she be a jinx?"
As Su Mingli spoke, he sneered, his cold gaze slowly sweeping over the old minister kneeling on the ground: "You, you, you!"
“You were right next to His Majesty at the time, closest to the cliff. If Song Xi hadn’t come to warn you and pointed out a clear path for you, would you still be able to breathe here now?”
"I'm afraid all of you old folks with your frail arms and legs would have drowned in the river long ago!"
"You old fools, you say you're afraid of the cursed star, but you're clearly afraid because of this incident, so you want to push a woman out to her death to silence the gossip of the people!"
Su Mingli's words were resounding and eloquent. As soon as he finished speaking, those dignified old ministers all lowered their eyes.
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