Chapter 125: Being too nice is not a human being

Song Shiwei took a deep breath. The eyes of the people around her were full of ridicule, contempt and disgust. Every step she took, it felt like a ten-pound iron block was tied to her legs, so heavy that she couldn't lift it.

The guards saw her moving slowly, but didn't urge her.

If she walked openly and calmly, the onlookers might just think they were looking for her to question, but she had to be so timid and guilty, which would only attract more suspicion.

The discussions around her gradually became louder.

"Didn't the Prime Minister's adopted daughter leave the mansion due to illness? She doesn't look sick to me."

"That's right. Didn't they say before that her disease is contagious? I see that no one who walked out of her courtyard is sick!"

"Bah, I think she just wanted to harm the legitimate young men and women. She was discovered and kicked out. She is so shameless. She received so many favors from the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she still wants to harm others. Bah!"

As if a magical switch was turned on, the crowd began to point fingers at Song Shiwei, and some even threw rotten vegetable leaves at her.

Song Shiwei couldn't dodge in time, and her nice dress was immediately stained and stained. She looked miserable.

The sharp words stabbed her heart like a sharp knife. She felt bitter and clenched her fists.

A bunch of bastards! What do they know? ! If it weren't for Jiang Zhaorong's family, her biological father would be the prime minister! Her mother is the noble prime minister's wife, and she is the only legitimate daughter of the prime minister's mansion!

It was Jiang Zhaorong's family who took away everything from her!

They are the ungrateful wolves who have taken over the nest!

Her bloodshot eyes were as red as a ghost, her lips were tightly pursed, and she stared at the people next to her.

The blood was rushing in her body, and suddenly, Song Shiwei felt dizzy, and the whole person couldn't control his body and fell backwards...

Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Sulan were having a meal, and the maid outside walked in and half-knelt beside Jiang Sulan.

Reported: "I don't know who spread the news yesterday that Song Shiwei was plotting to kill the eldest son and the third lady. Just now, the guards of the Dali Temple went to her courtyard to arrest her. Song Shiwei knew she had no face, and fainted on the street out of shame. The guards found a cart carrying vegetables and took her to the Dali Temple."

The maid covered her face and laughed softly, and Jiang Sulan also curled her lips.

Jiang Zhiyu was focused on eating.

[That ungrateful person would feel ashamed? I don't believe it. He must have fainted because of anger. ]

[Dogs can't be fed too much, and people can't be treated too well. Dogs that are too full won't bite, and people who are too good are not human. ]

Although I don't know who spread it, I still let out a sigh of relief. Jiang Sulan sighed lightly, and when she was about to pick up her chopsticks to eat more, she suddenly thought of another problem.

"How many people have seen this?"

"My lady, people from both streets have seen it. Now that it's spread, I'm afraid everyone knows it."

The maid secretly glanced at Jiang Sulan's face, but saw that she was not happy. On the contrary, there was a trace of worry in her eyes. She quickly lowered her head.

"Why are you asking this, sister?"

Jiang Zhiyu looked at her in confusion.

"I was thinking that if this matter became a hot topic, my father would probably hear about it after the court session. If he blames my brother and you for this..."

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand: "Don't worry!"

[If he dares to come, I will let him know why the flowers are so red! ]

Jiang Sulan: "..."

Very good, even more worried.

Just as Jiang Sulan expected, as soon as Jiang Zhaorong came to court, he heard the news that Song Shiwei was taken away by the Dali Temple. He immediately became furious and ordered the carriage to rush to the Dali Temple.

In the Dali Temple, Shi An looked at Song Shiwei who was forced to kneel down, and felt a pain in his forehead.

It was her again!

The prime minister must want to protect her, but the higher-ups meant not to release her. Shi An was torn between two options and was overwhelmed.

Song Shiwei couldn't help frowning when she smelled the strange smell on her body. The guards holding wooden sticks stood on both sides with solemn expressions. When she saw the stick, she remembered the miserable situation between herself and Yun Shu that day, and couldn't help shivering.

Shi An looked at her coldly.

There was a confession on the table, and his task was to get Song Shiwei to sign it. Shi An thought that he must not torture Song Shiwei to extract a confession, otherwise, when the prime minister came to ask for him, he would not be able to explain himself.

Although he had many methods to make it impossible to see the scars, he had to fool the prime minister and lock her up before he could implement them.

While Shi An was thinking, a guard came in hurriedly and reported: "Master Shi, the prime minister is here."

Shi An immediately smiled, stood up and went to greet him in person. After taking a few steps, he ran into Jiang Zhaorong who was coming with great momentum.

He was clear in his mind but pretended to be confused: "Prime Minister, how come you have time to come to my Dali Temple today?"

Jiang Zhaorong chuckled: "Lord Shi should know why I'm here. There's no need for us to pretend. What's happening in the outside world is just rumors. They're just children's fights. Don't take them seriously. I'll take her back now."

Song Shiwei's eyes suddenly lit up.

Shi An hurriedly stopped him: "You can't understand, Prime Minister." He looked around, pulled Jiang Zhaorong to a secret place, and then sighed helplessly: "I'm not making things difficult for you, Prime Minister, but..."

He pointed to the sky and said with a sneer: "Prime Minister, don't make things difficult for me."

Jiang Zhaorong frowned. There were only a handful of people in Shengjing who could suppress him. How did Shi Wei offend them? !

"But I made a mistake?" Jiang Zhaorong lowered his voice: "This matter is just a family affair of the Prime Minister's Mansion. How can it attract the attention of others?"

"Yes, Prime Minister. Think about it carefully. Did she miss something?" Shi An looked at Jiang Zhaorong's puzzled expression and reminded him, "She wanted to harm Miss Zhiyu?"

Jiang Zhaorong's eyes changed, "What harm can she do? It's just a child's play. Besides, with Zhiyu's ability, how could she harm her?"

Shi An ignored his nonsense and said directly, "Whether she harmed her or not, she had that idea in the end. Otherwise, she wouldn't be so guilty that she fainted in the street."

Jiang Zhaorong was about to explain, but Shi An raised his hand to stop him, "Prime Minister, I know you are protecting her, but without evidence, the Dali Temple can never let her go."

Jiang Zhaorong's face darkened, but Shi An was not afraid at all, and continued, "Prime Minister, listen to my advice, you'd better hold on to Miss Zhiyu tightly, and give up Song Shiwei if you should."

"The emperor values ​​Miss Zhiyu so much now, and the princes are also eager to make a move. What's more, Miss Zhiyu is not only an excellent doctor, but also a martial artist. As long as she marries a prince, will you still worry about the instability of the position of prime minister?"

"Rumors spread so quickly, and it is inevitable that some of them are fueling them. Why are you doing this?"