Song Shiwei took a deep breath. The eyes of the people around her were full of ridicule, contempt and disgust. Every step she took felt like a ten-pound iron block was tied to her legs, making them too heavy to lift.
The guards saw that she was moving slowly but did not urge her.
If she had walked away openly with a calm face, the onlookers might have thought they were just looking for her to question. But she chose to be so timid and guilty, which only aroused more suspicion.
The discussions around gradually became louder.
"Didn't the Prime Minister's adopted daughter leave the residence due to illness? She doesn't look sick to me."
"Exactly. Didn't they say before that her disease was contagious? I see that no one who walked out of her hospital was sick!"
"Bah, I think they just wanted to harm the legitimate young men and women. They were discovered and kicked out. How shameless! They received so many favors from the Prime Minister's Mansion, but they still wanted to harm others. Bah!"
As if a magical switch was turned on, the onlookers 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 she looked in a mess.
The sharp words stabbed her heart like a sharp knife. She felt bitter and clenched her fists.
A bunch of untouchables! 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 family!
It was Jiang Zhaorong's family who took away everything from him!
They are the ungrateful ones who have taken over the magpie's nest!
Her bloodshot eyes were as red as a ghost, her lips were tightly pursed, and she stared at the person next to her.
Blood rushed through his body, and suddenly, Song Shiwei felt dizzy and unable to control his body, he fell backwards...
Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Sulan were having dinner when a maid came in and half-knelt beside Jiang Sulan.
The report said, "Yesterday, someone spread the news that Song Shiwei had murdered the eldest son and the third daughter. Just now, the guards from the Dali Temple went to her courtyard to arrest her. Song Shiwei, knowing she was too embarrassed, fainted in the street out of shame. The guards had to find an ox cart to take her to the Dali Temple."
The maid covered her face and chuckled, and Jiang Sulan also curled the corners of her lips.
Jiang Zhiyu was focused on eating.
[That ungrateful bastard would feel ashamed? I don't believe it. He must have fainted from sheer rage.]
[Dogs cannot be fed too much, and people cannot be treated too well. A dog that is too full will not bite, and a person who is too good is not a human being.]
Although she didn't know who spread the news, she breathed a sigh of relief. Jiang Sulan sighed lightly and was about to pick up her chopsticks to eat some more when she suddenly thought of another question.
"How many people have seen this?"
"Miss, the people on both sides of the street saw it, and now it's spread so widely, I'm afraid everyone knows about it."
The maid secretly glanced at Jiang Sulan's face, but saw that she was not happy. On the contrary, there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. She quickly lowered her head.
"Why are you asking this, sister?"
Jiang Zhiyu looked at her in confusion.
"I was thinking, this matter has caused such a stir, I'm afraid Dad will hear about it after the court session. If he blames you and my brother for this..."
Jiang Zhiyu waved his hand: "Don't worry!"
If he dares to come, I will let him know why the flowers are so red!
Jiang Sulan: “…”
Very good, I am even more worried.
Just as Jiang Sulan had expected, as soon as Jiang Zhaorong left the 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 felt a pain in his forehead as he looked at Song Shiwei who was forced to kneel down.
It's her again!
The Prime Minister must protect her, but the higher-ups don't want to release her. Shi An is caught between two options and is in a dilemma.
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 wooden 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 use torture to extract a confession, otherwise, he would not be able to explain himself clearly when the Prime Minister came to ask for him.
Although he had many methods to make the scars invisible, he had to fool the Prime Minister and lock her up before he could implement them.
Shi An was just thinking about it when 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 bumped into Jiang Zhaorong who was coming with great momentum.
He knew everything in his heart, but pretended to be confused: "Prime Minister, how come you have time to come to my Dali Temple today?"
Jiang Zhaorong chuckled. "Master Shi should know why I'm here. We don't need to pretend to be so. What's happening outside is just a rumor. It's just children playing around. Don't take it seriously. I'll take her back now."
Song Shiwei's eyes suddenly lit up.
Shi An hurriedly stopped him: "You can't take it, Prime Minister." He looked around, pulled Jiang Zhaorong to a secluded place, and then sighed helplessly: "I'm not trying to embarrass you, Prime Minister, it's just..."
He pointed to the sky and said with a pursed mouth, "Prime Minister, please don't embarrass me."
Jiang Zhaorong frowned. There were only a handful of people in Shengjing who could surpass him. How had Shi Wei offended 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 could it attract the attention of others?"
"My Lord, please think carefully. Did you miss something?" Shi An looked at Jiang Zhaorong's puzzled expression and reminded him, "Is it Miss Zhiyu she wants to harm?"
Jiang Zhaorong's expression changed. "What harm can she do? It's just a child's play. Besides, with Zhiyu's ability, how could she possibly harm him?"
Shi An ignored his nonsense and said directly: "Whether she succeeded or not, she had that thought after all. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fainted in the street out of guilt."
Jiang Zhaorong was about to explain when Shi An raised his hand to stop him: "Prime Minister, I know you are wholeheartedly protecting her, but without evidence, the Dali Temple will never release her."
Jiang Zhaorong's face darkened, but Shi An was not afraid at all. He continued, "Prime Minister, listen to my advice. You'd better hold on to Zhiyu tightly. As for Song Shiwei, you should abandon her if you want to."
"Now that His Majesty values Miss Zhiyu so much, all the princes are eager to take action. Moreover, Miss Zhiyu is not only an excellent doctor, but also a master of martial arts. If she marries the prince, will you still worry about the stability of your position as Prime Minister?"
"Rumors spread so quickly, it must have been fueled by a few of you. Why did you do that?"
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