Chapter 112 God bless the kind-hearted man!

The old lady was so angry last time that she sealed the courtyard. Du Yuelan is still under house arrest, so there are only four of them in the hall now.

Xu Youran sat in the main seat and sipped her tea. She looked up and saw Jiang Zhaorong and chuckled, "Here he is?"

Jiang Zhaorong thought it was not good. He glared at Song Shiwei and approached her in a flattering manner, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Xu Youran pointed at Song Shiwei who was kneeling on the ground, "You raised a good daughter. The prime minister's mansion has taken care of her food and clothes for these years. The whole mansion treats her like a legitimate daughter, but look at what she is thinking!"

Xu Youran's voice suddenly rose, and the teacup in her hand slammed next to Song Shiwei, scaring her and making her shudder.

"She made that aphrodisiac spice! She tried to get it on Kang An and Zhiyu!"

Jiang Wenjing: "!!!"

Jiang Zhaorong was still trying to coax her, but when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at the crying Song Shiwei in disbelief.

"I didn't."

Song Shiwei didn't dare to call him father or elder brother in front of Xu Youran, and choked up and said, "Prime Minister, I really didn't."

Jiang Zhaorong didn't want to believe that she would do such a thing, and said shamelessly, "There must be something wrong. Although Shiwei has some talent in spices, how could she harm her own family..."

[The problem is that she doesn't treat you as her own family! ]

Jiang Zhaorong was stunned.

He looked at Song Shiwei, who looked at him pitifully and trustfully, and pretended not to hear his inner voice. He said with a stiff face, "Didn't they go to Zuiyuelong? In a place like Zuiyuelong, this kind of aphrodisiac spices must be common."

Xu Youran looked at him coldly and made excuses.

Jiang Kangan stepped forward and said, "Dad, I saw it with my own eyes. She not only sprinkled spices on me and Zhiyu, but also added spices to the wine pot of Zuiyuelong. Then she left under the pretext of getting hangover medicine, and even intended to bring people to catch the adultery on the spot."

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

[Such an ungrateful person, if you still help her to absolve her of guilt, then it will really be like what I said before. ]

[The wind is whistling and the Yishui River is cold. You really chilled your father's heart.

Jiang Zhaorong had a sullen look on his face, and his voice was full of coldness: "Shiwei, is what Kang An said true?"

Song Shiwei panicked and lied: "Prime Minister, I did sprinkle spices, but I sprinkled spices that make people calm and peaceful!" "

What kind of aphrodisiac fragrance, I really don't know! Someone must be framing me!"

Song Shiwei blinked, her eyes were red, tears fell down her fair face, and her face was pitiful.

Jiang Zhaorong was dazed for a moment.

"Come on, catch two mice."

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly spoke, and the servant hurried down to catch them.

No one knew why she wanted to catch mice, but no one questioned it, and they all chose to wait.

Song Shiwei was panicked.

The servant quickly caught the mouse. Jiang Zhiyu took a few steps forward and grabbed Song Shiwei's sleeve.

Song Shiwei: "!!!"

"What are you doing?" She struggled to get away. Jiang Zhiyu ignored her and said to Jiang Zhaorong: "She hid the bottle in her sleeve. There are still some residual spices in her sleeve. Is it a tranquilizing incense or an aphrodisiac incense? We will know after trying it."

Song Shiwei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"No, no."

She struggled. Jiang Zhiyu held her wrist and she couldn't break free.

"Besides," Jiang Zhiyu stretched out the tail of the tone, and his lazy tone seemed to be smiling: "If it was really a tranquilizing incense, why did you hide it in your sleeve and dare not see anyone?"

"I..."

Song Shiwei's breathing stagnated, and she couldn't think of a rebuttal.

Jiang Zhiyu tilted her head, and the servant understood. He held the rat in her sleeve for a few seconds. In just a few seconds, the rat started to struggle madly. When the servant let go, it immediately climbed onto another rat.

Everyone's faces suddenly became very ugly, especially Jiang Zhaorong.

Jiang Zhiyu raised a mocking smile: "Ningshenxiang?"

Song Shi bit her lips and looked at Jiang Zhaorong.

"...This,"

"Don't say it!" Jiang Zhaorong just spoke and was interrupted by Xu Youran coldly.

Her eyes were full of coldness: "I don't know what you are thinking, but I tell you, she can't stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

Being threatened so bluntly by her, Jiang Zhaorong's face also showed some anger: "As the mistress, you should be more lenient."

"Generous?" Xu Youran sneered: "How can I be lenient! Now, she has calculated my children!"

Jiang Zhaorong no longer looked at her.

[I am really impressed, thank you so much, you kind-hearted person! ]

[No, I have to help my mother get a divorce, this saintly father can't stand it. ]

Jiang Zhaorong: "!!!"

Can't get a divorce, what divorce!

"All is up to you, Madam. I'll see if there's room for her and send her away!"

Song Shiwei opened his mouth slightly, standing there motionless, as if he was under a spell.

Jiang Zhaorong coaxed Xu Youran, signaling the servants to pull Song Shiwei down. Jiang Zhiyu let go of her hand and smiled.

[I'll teach you a little lesson first, so you can taste the consequences of your own actions.]

[I've changed my mind. It's not as satisfying to kill someone directly as it is to torture them slowly.]

...

In the Jiaoxiang Palace of the Imperial Palace, Xiao Yanli spat out a few mouthfuls of black blood as soon as he entered the palace.

Fortunately, he had previously instructed Concubine Yu, so there were no palace maids or eunuchs in the palace.

He panted heavily, leaning against the palace door, his chest heaving, beads of sweat slowly rolling down his forehead, as if his internal organs were seriously injured. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from groaning.

At first, he only smelled blood in his mouth. On the way back to the palace, Xiao Yanli realized the seriousness of the matter as he saw his surroundings becoming increasingly blurred.

Jiang Zhiyu's martial arts skills were so profound?

The veins on Xiao Yanli's forehead were throbbing wildly.

This shouldn't be the case. If she was really that powerful, why hadn't there been any rumors before?

He was lost in thought. When Concubine Yu came over after hearing the noise, she was so frightened when she saw him like this.

Concubine Yu squatted in front of him in panic: "My son, my son, what happened to you? Who hurt you? I'll call the imperial physician!"

She turned to leave, and Xiao Yanli grabbed her sleeve: "Wait, wait a minute."

He panted and ordered: "I'm going to climb that rockery later... Go to the secret room and get some blood. After I fall, smear it behind my head and sprinkle more on the ground. Clean up the bloodstains here first."

Concubine Yu nodded, and Xiao Yanli continued: "Don't call the palace maids and eunuchs, handle it yourself."

Concubine Yu nodded like pounding garlic, swallowing her saliva, and turned into the house after making sure that he was fine.

Xiao Yanli stood up with all his strength, changed his clothes, burned them with fire, and put on the clothes he often wore in the palace, trembling and walking towards the rockery...

With a "bang", Yu Fei took a deep breath, wiped off the blood neatly, and fell to the ground, then hugged Xiao Yanli and cried bitterly.

"Come! Call the imperial physician!"