Zhao Qingshu was so indignant that the Tibetan prince nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's my fault for trusting the wrong person. I didn't know her medical skills were so terrible!"
"If it weren't for her, perhaps my daughter would never have been in this situation! She even managed to get the position of vice judge through her clumsy deception!"
When Zhao Qingshu heard that the Tibetan prince shared his feelings, his words, which were originally just polite flattery, now carried a hint of genuine emotion.
"Women and petty men are the hardest to deal with. She is simply too soft-hearted for a woman and has never seen the world, which is why she did such a thing."
He shook his head again as he spoke: "If we had burned that fool to death back then, the Holy Maiden might have been safe and sound."
Song Xizhi listened to him calling him an "idiot" over and over again, raising his eyebrows slightly but remaining unmoved.
Upon hearing this, the Tibetan prince shook his head sadly: "Who can argue with that?"
"But what's the use of regretting it?"
Zhao Qingshu picked up a piece of food from in front of him and put it into the Tibetan prince's bowl. Then he said meaningfully, "Actually, there are not only divine doctors in this world, but also medicines to undo mistakes."
"Your Highness, you hold a high position and great power, so naturally you must make those ungrateful little women pay the price."
The Tibetan prince stared at the dishes before him, pondering Zhao Qingshu's words. His gaze lingered for a moment before returning to Zhao Qingshu's face.
"What does Lord Zhao mean by this? Is there some way to make her pay the price?"
Zhao Qingshu just smiled without saying a word. He looked at the sky outside, which was gradually darkening, and then waved his hand: "I was so busy talking that I forgot to serve the wine!"
"This is the finest wine in Da Gan! Quickly, bring it here for the prince to taste!"
Hearing Zhao Qingshu speak in riddles, the Tibetan prince narrowed his eyes and did not continue the topic.
Meanwhile, Song Xizhi, who had been keeping his head down and trying to minimize his presence, was actually looking for an opportunity to make his move.
Now, seeing Zhao Qingshu turn around and order wine, she seemed to have thought of something, and her eyes suddenly darkened.
She suddenly crossed her hands in front of her, making a crossed gesture.
The Tibetan prince caught a glimpse of the message Song Xizhi was conveying out of the corner of his eye and understood immediately.
So when he saw the servants in the hall bringing the pot of wine forward, he suddenly spoke up again: "Let my servant check if there's anything wrong with this wine."
Zhao Qingshu was taken aback at first upon hearing this, but then, looking at the Tibetan prince's untouched chopsticks, he finally understood his meaning and exclaimed with a smile, "The prince is indeed a prince, so cautious!"
The Tibetan prince beckoned, and Song Xizhi seized the opportunity to step forward and take the wine pot that Zhao Qingshu offered.
But the man next to her was faster than she was.
Before Song Xizhi could step forward, he saw He Jingyan walk up to the two of them, holding a silver needle for testing poison.
Song Xizhi frowned slightly as he recalled the medicinal powder he had placed in his sleeve.
He Jingyan moved swiftly, using a silver needle to probe the wine in the pot and the dishes on the table. He then displayed the non-poisonous silver needle in front of the two of them before finally stepping away.
So the Tibetan prince nodded and personally poured wine for Zhao Qingshu. Following Song Xizhi's previous instructions, he said, "Excuse me, Lord Zhao."
"It's not that I'm suspicious, but since I came to this great land, I've been repeatedly targeted for assassination, so I have to be on guard."
Upon hearing this news, Zhao Qingshu's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled, saying, "Understood, understood! Of course, this humble official understands!"
While pondering the reasons for the assassination of the Tibetan prince, he also didn't forget to smear Song Xizhi with false accusations:
"Someone actually wants to do something indecent to the prince. After thinking it over, the only person who harbors resentment towards the prince recently is Song Xizhi!"
The Tibetan prince picked up a few bites of food and took a sip of wine. "You're right! It's very likely that this wicked woman was behind it!"
After exchanging a few words, and after several rounds of drinks, the Tibetan prince's expression gradually turned sour.
"Why do I suddenly feel a bit of abdominal pain?"
Zhao Qingshu's eyes changed, and a hint of suspicion arose in her heart: "What does the prince mean by that?"
The Tibetan prince clutched his stomach, his brows furrowing: "Is there something wrong with this dish?!"
"Are you trying to assassinate me, Prince?"
Zhao Qingshu's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up from the chair, the round stool dragging on the floor with a sharp sound.
"These dishes and wine have all been tested for poison!"
The Tibetan prince, drenched in sweat and barely breathing, asked, "Do you mean I poisoned myself?"
"How are you alright?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qingshu felt a sudden churning in his lower abdomen. He clutched his stomach, his face gradually turning pale.
"No, this wine is wrong! I also feel an unbearable stomachache!"
The Tibetan prince's eyes widened, sensing something was very wrong: "An assassin! There must be an assassin!"
The huge hall suddenly descended into chaos. Zhao Qingshu was filled with a thousand thoughts, but he couldn't figure out what was going on.
He opened his mouth, about to speak, but the churning in his lower abdomen made his legs go weak, and his stomach kept rumbling as if something was about to spill out.
Zhao Qingshu lost all strength and ability in an instant, and with the last ounce of her remaining strength, she uttered, "Protect the prince..."
Then he helped the servants who rushed over from both sides: "I can't take it anymore... I need to go to the outhouse, quickly help me to the outhouse!"
A large group of servants escorted Zhao Qingshu, who staggered towards the outhouse. Meanwhile, the Tibetan prince groaned in distress, his legs trembling: "I need to go to the outhouse too... I need to go to the outhouse too..."
So a group of attendants helped the Tibetan prince out.
Following the directions of the servants in the Zhao household, the group hurriedly carried the Tibetan prince to the outhouse.
The servants of the Zhao family were all guarding the entrance, while the attendants of the Tibetan prince, including Song Xizhi and He Jingyan, followed him inside under the pretext of protecting him closely.
Upon arriving at the outhouse, people who had been prepared beforehand exchanged human skin masks with Song Xizhi and He Jingyan.
At the same time, the Tibetan prince, his fingers trembling, hurriedly unbuckled his belt.
After changing his mask and clothes, Song Xizhi glanced at his trembling appearance and couldn't help but sigh:
"Your Highness, you're really good at pretending! You even faked the facial expression and the cold sweat!"
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