Chapter 272 Slapping Song Shiwei

"What?!"

Song Shiwei was holding incense and couldn't help but exclaimed when she heard the chatter among the palace maids.

Seeing the puzzled eyes of the palace maids, Song Shiwei tried to squeeze out a smile: "You just said that Jiang Zhiyu was promoted to the position of Doctor Yushi?"

The palace maid looked at her warily. Seeing that she had a beautiful face and didn't seem to be gossiping, she nodded: "Yes, the emperor just issued an order. I heard that Miss Jiang is only twelve years old, but she is so powerful. She is really a darling of heaven."

Song Shiwei's silver teeth were almost broken by her. She rubbed the branches and leaves frantically with her hands, and traces of blood dripped from her fingertips.

On what basis! On what basis? !

She should be stepped on by me like she was in her childhood! How could she win the favor of the emperor? !

Why can't I!

"Miss Song, Miss Song?"

Song Shiwei came back to her senses, saw the surprised eyes of the palace maid, and chuckled: "Sorry, I was distracted just now, what's wrong?"

Even though her voice was soft, the palace maid looked at the blood on the ground and her voice was a little cold: "Aunt Qiuyi is calling you."

Song Shiwei raised her eyes and saw Qiuyi standing on the steps, looking at her angrily.

"Qiuyi...ah!" Song Shiwei hurried over, and before he got in front of her, Qiuyi threw a bottle at her.

Song Shiwei couldn't dodge in time and was hit by the bottle.

"Can you do it?!" When they got closer, Song Shiwei saw that Qiu Yi's face was also red and swollen, with clear fingerprints. It seemed that she was scolded by the Queen Mother.

"How long will you make this incense? Every time the Queen Mother smells your incense, she will have nightmares. Sometimes I even wonder if you didn't make a new one at all, but just refilled the bottle to fool me!"

Song Shiwei lowered his eyebrows and argued aggrievedly: "How can Aunt think of me like this? I have re-mixed the formula for each incense and tried various combinations. It should be something that calms the mind. I don't know why the Queen Mother always has nightmares."

So many fragrant herbs, but she still has nightmares?

Is it possible that the Queen Mother deliberately dragged her and didn't let her leave the palace?

Song Shiwei was somewhat suspicious. When she woke up at night, she heard the palace maids chatting together. They said that the place where she was living now was the place where the perfumers who made perfume for the Queen Mother were.

Before her, the Queen Mother had already found three perfumers.

But these perfumers all disappeared in the end.

The more Song Shiwei thought about it, the more scared she became. She hadn't seen the Queen Mother in the past few days. Every time she went in, it was Qiu Yi. If the Queen Mother really wanted to trap her...

Song Shiwei's eyes flashed with cruelty.

She looked up at the angry Qiu Yi: "Aunt Qiu Yi, why don't you let me go in and see the Queen Mother?"

"You go in?" Qiu Yi looked at her with disdain: "What's the use of you going in?"

Song Shiwei said in a good voice: "The Queen Mother's nightmare is really strange. I suspect that there may be something in the Queen Mother's bedroom that conflicts with the raw materials for making incense. Otherwise, it is impossible that the Queen Mother is still haunted by nightmares after changing nearly a hundred kinds of spices."

"If the source of the nightmare cannot be found, it will be useless even if I mix thousands of spices."

Qiu Yi was slightly stunned. What she said was indeed reasonable. It didn't make sense that there were so many kinds of incense and none of them worked. What's more, if she went in, it could help herself disperse some firepower.

After hesitating for a moment, Qiu Yi said: "Come with me."

Song Shiwei followed her.

Qiu Yi went in first, and after a while, she led Song Shiwei in. As soon as they entered, Song Shiwei's brows wrinkled.

It was too fragrant, so fragrant that it seemed

to stink. After days of continuous burning of incense, the whole hall was filled with the fragrance. It no longer had the effect of calming the mind, but instead made people dizzy and nauseous.

The sandalwood windows on both sides were tightly closed.

Song Shiwei could not see the empress dowager's expression through the heavy gauze curtains, but could also feel her low pressure.

"Empress Dowager, the fragrances are mixed together and have lost their original effect. Why don't you open the window to ventilate before continuing?"

After waiting for a long time, the empress dowager did not speak, so Song Shiwei could only say timidly.

"Okay."

The voice from behind the gauze curtain was cold, but it could not hide the fatigue. The palace maids who received the order immediately opened all the windows.

The cold wind blew the gauze curtain, and Song Shiwei could vaguely see the empress dowager pressing her eyebrows, and the man behind the empress dowager.

Song Shiwei was startled and lowered her head without saying a word.

She had seen this man before.

It was Hu Yan, the left cavalry attendant of the palace.

But why did he appear in the empress dowager's bedroom?

The empress dowager had a splitting headache. She had not slept well for a long time, which made her spirit a little weak and her temper became more and more irritable: "What kind of fragrance did you mix?! I couldn't sleep all night. Did someone instruct you to harm me under the pretext of mixing fragrance?!"

Song Shiwei looked up in surprise. The fear in her eyes did not seem to be pretended. Her voice and body trembled slightly: "Empress dowager, please judge, Empress dowager, please judge, I have no intention of harming you!" The empress dowager

already had a headache, and hearing her crying and begging for mercy, she felt even more headache. She pointed at Song Shiwei with trembling fingers: "Go, slap me in the face, and stop when you can't speak anymore!" The

palace maid took the order and stepped forward, pinching Song Shiwei's face, hitting him left and right. After a few hits, Song Shiwei's face became red and swollen.

The only sound in the room for a while was the sound of slapping. After an unknown amount of time, blood oozed from the corner of Song Shiwei's mouth and he spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with something white.

She was hit so hard that she turned around. The Queen Mother seemed to be sobered up by the cold wind and said softly, "Stop."

The palace maid withdrew her hand and stood in the corner. Song Shiwei could not kneel steadily. The Queen Mother sighed softly, "Shiwei, it was the Crown Prince who assured me that you were very skilled in making incense, so I thought of you. If you can make the incense well and let me sleep well, it would be a great achievement for me."

"Then I will tell the Emperor to make you his adopted daughter."

Song Shiwei was dizzy at the moment and could not hear what she was saying. Qiu Yi, who was beside her, saw that the Queen Mother looked unhappy, secretly pulled her sleeve and whispered, "Why don't you thank me quickly?"

Song Shiwei quickly knelt on the ground, "Your servant kneels to thank the Queen Mother."

The Queen Mother waved her hands and said, "Don't be in a hurry to thank me. I said that you have to mix the incense well and let me sleep well, and then I will ask the emperor for help. If you can't even mix the incense well, let alone ask the emperor for help, I will punish you."

Because of what happened just now, Song Shiwei listened to these words with her ears erected. She was full of regret at this moment.

She shouldn't have done it without finding out clearly!

If the calming incense doesn't work in the future, she will have to think of another way.