The incident of the eldest princess falling into the water was full of strange things, but the Empress Dowager kept it under wraps for the sake of the prayer ceremony.
Song Ting did not mention this matter to Chu Huaixu, but only sent people to keep an eye on Zhang Bingzhi's every move.
He was convinced at the time that the other party wanted to harm him or Huai Xu, but now he's not so sure.
"Chu Mingshu's drowning has nothing to do with me. I even want to use her to take the Empress Dowager's life. I finally managed to give away the sachet, how could I let her die?"
"After the princess died, I thought the plan was going to fail. I didn't expect the sachet to fall into the hands of the Empress Dowager. It was a pleasant surprise."
"Lord Song, look, this is yet another twist of fate. So many coincidences, isn't it Heaven helping me?"
Chu Huaixu lowered his eyes, a smile on his face. After a while, he raised his eyes again and looked at Song Ting:
"However, I must remind you, my lord, that Aunt Ruyi, whom you placed by the Empress Dowager's side, has probably also been poisoned."
"And the other palace maids and eunuchs around the Empress Dowager might also be affected. Your Excellency will be very busy from now on."
“Ruyi…” Song Ting murmured.
"What?" A hint of mockery flashed in Chu Huaixu's eyes. "I guessed wrong. Aunt Ruyi isn't one of the adults' people?"
Song Ting was dissatisfied with lying to Chu Huaixu, so he nodded and admitted it. Huaixu smiled strangely: "My lord, you truly have a clever way of doing things."
"..."
"Now that I have confessed, what do you intend to do with me, sir?"
Why are you unhappy again...?
Song Ting simply couldn't do anything about him.
My body was in a lot of pain, and I had to go through each word in my mind many times before I could slowly understand its meaning.
He quietly stretched his foot forward, pressing it against Huaixu's.
Because they were afraid of upsetting each other, they didn't dare to get too close, and their palms touched each other almost imperceptibly.
Song Ting's fever had not yet subsided, and her soles were burning hot, like furnaces, while Huai Xu's palms felt slightly cool due to damage to his meridians.
For Song Ting, this coolness was like a sip of sweet spring water after a long drought, something he found addictive and captivating.
Song Ting swallowed hard, barely managing to keep her feet from touching.
He looked into Chu Huaixu's naturally affectionate eyes: "Huaixu, you're wrong. You didn't really want the princess to die, did you?"
"Before arriving at the Luoyang Palace, the Empress Dowager was troubled by mosquito bites. She asked the imperial physicians to come up with many methods and tried many incenses, but none of them worked."
"And the eldest princess is filial. If she receives your so-called sachet that can repel mosquitoes, she will definitely give it to the Empress Dowager."
"That's actually what you want."
As he spoke, Chu Huaixu kept looking at him, a faint smile that had been on his face but had now completely vanished.
His expression was extremely cold.
"Song Ting, don't think you know me well." His tone was extremely cold.
"As I said, the sachet is on the Empress Dowager's person, and everyone around her will be affected. So even if the princess gives the sachet to the Empress Dowager, she still won't survive."
“Song Ting, in my heart, all the Chu family members who are still alive deserve to die, and none of them are unjust.”
He was so hateful, so ruthless, that he seemed unwilling to show mercy to anyone anymore. He was willing to sacrifice anything for revenge.
Song Ting only wanted to kiss him.
“The Empress Dowager wears that sachet every day. If we take it away rashly, Zhang Bingzhi will definitely find out.” He said something that seemed unrelated. “I will find a way to replace the herbs inside.”
Chu Huaixu was taken aback, then raised the corners of his lips: "Is Your Excellency planning to keep this a secret for me?"
"……Um."
Chu Huaixu smiled, then suddenly leaned closer, his long, ink-black hair cascading down to Song Ting's chest, emitting a faint, cool fragrance similar to his own.
"Then you should think carefully, sir. The Empress Dowager won't be the last. I will kill many more, including..."
He smiled and placed a kiss on Song Ting's chin, cruelly uttering a single word, "...you".
“I know, but I said I would help you.” Song Ting said seemingly very seriously, “I will help you with anything you want to do.”
He finally and secretly pressed the soles of his feet against Huai Xu's, his heart pounding with uncontrollable excitement at this secret intimacy, yet he maintained his composure on the surface.
“But you can’t put yourself in danger anymore. Where are the rest of the medicine? Give it to me.”
Chu Huaixu glared at him, asking, "Does Your Excellency genuinely want to help me, or is this just an excuse to steal my medicine?"
"I'll help you. No one is better suited to carry those medicines than me."
"..."
According to Song Ting, he was to use himself as a "medicinal ingredient" to secretly bring the poison to the young emperor and Zhang Bingzhi.
Indeed, no one was more suitable than him. The young emperor could not do without him. Zhang Bingzhi served as an official in the same court as him, and they would meet every day when they went to court.
And those civil and military officials, they dealt with him almost every day.
If this continues, he will be able to destroy the entire Dayan Dynasty without shedding a drop of blood.
The only price was Song Ting's life.
"Not at the moment. If you change your mind after we return, I will give those things to you."
Their eyes met across the distance, and Song Ting nodded: "Okay."
This intriguing interrogation was almost over by this point; both of them had achieved their goals and were satisfied.
Chu Huaixu yawned lazily: "I'm sleepy."
Song Ting forced herself to get out of bed: "I'll go boil some hot water. It's uncomfortable to sleep when I feel sticky all over."
Chu Huaixu grabbed Song Ting's arm, and Song Ting lost his balance and fell back down.
A muffled male voice sounded from above: "Stop struggling, your body doesn't hurt anymore?"
"It hurts," Song heard.
"If you're in pain, don't run around. Do you think you'll stink if you don't shower for a day?"
Song Ting lifted her eyelids and stared at him: "It's not for me, it's for you."
Those eyes really looked like a puppy's, making Chu Huaixu feel uneasy.
He released his grip and looked away: "No need, I'm not that delicate."
After observing his expression for a moment, Song Ting saw that he looked rather cold, so she didn't dare to disobey him and lay quietly without moving.
A moment later, Chu Huaixu patted the black cloth that had been covering his eyes onto Song Ting's chest: "Use this to wipe yourself, but don't get it on the bed."
Song Tingzheng stared at him blankly, not understanding what he was saying at first. It took her a few moments to realize what he meant, and her face flushed red.
Chu Huaixu's expression was even more awkward and strange, with a faint red mark on the back of his ear.
Song Ting's heart pounded wildly.
He actually couldn't sleep well because his body was in so much pain that he kept wanting to turn over, but he was afraid of disturbing Huaixu's sleep, so he could only endure it.
The more I tried to endure it, the less I could sleep, and the more my body ached.
As the person beside her gradually calmed down, Song Ting couldn't help but quietly turn to the side and gaze at Chu Huaixu's face.
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