With tears in his eyes, the Tibetan prince loosened his belt and rushed into the latrine, his voice trembling, especially at the end: "Dead Hand, Dead Hand! Hurry up and unbutton your clothes!"
The turbulent filth poured down in an instant.
Song Xizhi stood in the outhouse, separated from the Tibetan prince only by a door. After a rushing sound, an indescribable aura rushed towards her aggressively.
She squinted, tried to hold her breath, and pinched her nose tightly with both hands, but still couldn't help but gag.
The Tibetan men, who usually loved to eat meat, inevitably emitted a rather sharp and unpleasant odor.
Song Xizhi looked at He Jingyan with teary eyes, seeing his radiant appearance and unchanged features, as if he hadn't heard anything.
She couldn't help but feel a pang of envy: those with inner strength were indeed extraordinary.
Before Song Xizhi could finish his thought, he saw He Jingyan's tall body sway. He staggered a step, braced himself against the wooden door, and gagged again.
As He Jingyan gagged, the Tibetan servants who had been silent finally couldn't hold back any longer.
The sounds of gagging rose and fell in a rhythmic pattern, echoing in the quiet outhouse.
The Tibetan prince felt a chill run down his spine as he listened to the sounds of retching around him. The sudden movement of the wooden door in front of him made his legs go weak, and he almost fell into the latrine.
He gritted his teeth and pulled on the wooden door, trembling as he stared at the latrine beneath him.
This was not the clean latrine in the mansion of a high-ranking official, where someone cleaned it every day. At that time, time was too urgent, so he found a servant's latrine nearby and rushed in.
Now he has lost face in front of Judge Song, completely losing his authority, and she is still standing outside...
It's unlikely she'd agree to let me go to Tibet.
Thinking of this, the Tibetan prince trembled as he raised his rough, calloused hand to cover his face, and tears of grievance streamed down his cheeks: "It's not an act, it's real... I'm truly suffering from unbearable abdominal pain... It's utterly horrific, absolutely horrific..."
"This prince almost soiled his pants... This prince's illustrious reputation..."
Song Xi was taken aback, and then looked at He Jingyan with a suspicious gaze.
He Jingyan's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded calmly, looking very natural: "This is more realistic. Zhao Qingshu is naturally suspicious, and this way he will believe it."
The Tibetan prince inside the latrine shuddered, and a resentful voice came from within: "You're not only short, you're also petty!"
He Jingyan innocently spread his hands towards Song Xizhi: "I have absolutely no other intentions, and I am not looking for an opportunity to take revenge."
Looking at the cunning and vengeful man in front of him, Song Xizhi shook his head helplessly again.
In fact, He Jingyan was right. Zhao Qingshu was suspicious by nature. If the Tibetan prince did not get involved, he might have revealed some flaws.
Suddenly, a sound of rushing water and unrestrained flow came from the latrine. The Tibetan prince breathed a long sigh of relief, submitting to He Jingyan's tyranny, and dared not utter another sound.
The people inside didn't leave, and the people from the Zhao family outside were also very cautious, staying on guard without leaving.
When the Tibetan prince, dressed in his best, emerged with trembling legs, the servant of the Zhao family, who was waiting outside, slowly scanned all the attendants before finally turning his gaze to the Tibetan prince.
The servant bowed and apologized profusely: "Your Highness, I'm so sorry! I'm truly sorry!"
"What happened today was an accident. There must have been an assassin trying to do it, and even our master unfortunately fell victim to it!"
The Tibetan prince, his lips pale and his steps unsteady, collapsed weakly against his attendant, shouting angrily, "Where is your master?!"
He vented all his anger on the servant, his voice trembling with rage: "I'm about to lose my life! He must find out the truth and give me an explanation!"
The servant boy from the Xu household nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! This servant will take you to see the master now. He has probably just come out of the outhouse!"
After the servants from the Xu family left with the Tibetan prince and a large group of people, Song Xizhi and He Jingyan secretly climbed out of the outhouse.
The two regained their original appearance, dressed in black night clothes, and their faces were covered with masks.
At this moment, it is crouching down and hiding in the treetop.
In fact, everything that just happened was a carefully planned scheme.
When Song Xizhi got off the carriage, he marked the entrance to the Zhao family's inner residence.
The Tibetan prince pretended that he had been assassinated several times recently and deliberately had someone test for poison with silver needles. He Jingyan took the opportunity to put a stomachache medicine in the wine.
When Zhao Qingshu's abdominal pain became unbearable, he connected the Chinese medicine he was taking with the assassination attempt that the Tibetan prince had mentioned earlier.
When the extremely cautious Zhao Qingshu realizes that someone is trying to assassinate him, he will concentrate all his men around himself and the Tibetan prince to save his own life.
Everything happened too fast and too suddenly. With the crisis in the air, no one would notice the commotion in the outhouse.
The guards were all rushing to Zhao Qingshu's side, and it was during this opportunity that He Jingyan's men sneaked into the latrine of the Zhao family's inner residence.
Once Song Xizhi and He Jingyan arrived at the outhouse, they exchanged identities with the assigned personnel, allowing them to move freely within the Zhao family's inner quarters.
The only difference between reality and the plan is that in the plan, the Tibetan prince was faking a stomachache, while now he is genuinely suffering from one.
Recalling the close call just now, Song Xizhi took a deep breath of fresh air and hugged the tree trunk tightly.
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