As the deputy envoy spoke, he reached out to pry open Jiang Huaizhu's mouth and checked her mouth for any remaining poison, ignoring the blood.
Shen Yubai sat on the chair, watching the scene quietly and coldly.
Even the smile at the corner of his mouth still maintained an elegant curve.
Jiang Xiancao frowned slightly. Although she was a little confused, she still chose to believe her "imperial uncle" who seemed to always be sure of victory.
When the doctor arrived, Jiang Huaizhu's condition was already very bad.
Her breathing became extremely weak, tears and blood began to flow from the corners of her eyes, and she had completely lost her mind.
But whether it was because of her strong vitality or God's intention to keep her alive, she never took her last breath.
The doctor hurriedly took her pulse, then took out a silver needle from his bag and wanted to use acupuncture to seal the acupuncture points on Jiang Huaizhu's body, saying that it was to temporarily suppress the poison in her body.
But just as he was about to insert the silver needle into Jiang Huaizhu's head, suddenly, something hit the back of his hand.
The silver needle fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
The doctor covered the back of his hand which was bruised and blue, and looked up with a grin.
But he saw Shen Yubai slowly peeling the grapes in his hand and smiling at him.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. My hand was shaking just now and I dropped the grape skins on your hand. Does it hurt?"
Listening to Shen Yubai's unapologetic words, the doctor broke out in a cold sweat and forced a smile:
"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."
As he spoke, his intact left hand slightly bent, revealing a silver edge between his fingers, and he was about to stroke Jiang Huaizhu's hair as if possessed by a ghost.
But just as he was about to touch it, another piece of grape skin hit the fingertips of his left hand accurately.
This time the force was much greater than before. The doctor let out a wail. His fingers were instantly broken by the grape skin that was imbued with internal force.
The deputy envoy stepped forward, sealed the doctor's acupoints, and pressed him to the ground.
"Tell me, who sent you?"
The doctor's face turned pale. After being tortured by the deputy envoy himself, he could no longer bear the pain and spoke:
"I'm just doing something for someone else!"
Jiang Xiancao couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to question the doctor coldly:
"You work in the Imperial Prison. You should know what happens to traitors here. How dare you work for someone else? Unless you were a spy sent to the Imperial Prison from the very beginning for someone else's master!"
"I'm really not a spy!"
The doctor panted and said, "I have a daughter outside, she is my only child. I don't know how they found out where my daughter is and took her away. Then they threatened me with her life and told me to kill this woman if I got the chance.
I waited a long time until you called me over, and then I took action."
Jiang Xiancao frowned, her intuition told her that this doctor didn't seem to be lying.
Shen Yubai walked up to the doctor, lowered his head and examined him for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Do you know who is threatening you? What do they look like?"
"have no idea."
The doctor's face was covered with tears, and he said in a hoarse voice, "They have been covering their faces, intentionally preventing me from seeing their appearance. Your Highness, Prince Zhan, you have been kind to me, but I feel guilty about it. You can kill me or chop me up, but I beg you to find those beasts and their masters, and have them all imprisoned—"
He obviously understood that from the moment he failed, his daughter would not survive.
He could only hope that Shen Yubai could find out their identities and bring them to justice. Only in this way could he relieve the pain of losing his daughter.
The doctor was taken away, and Shen Yubai ordered someone to stuff a pill into Jiang Huaizhu's mouth.
After taking the pill, Jiang Huaizhu's originally purple lips returned to normal, and the black blood no longer flowed from the corners of his eyes and mouth.
Jiang Xiancao looked at Chen Yubai with inquiring eyes.
Shen Yubai smiled and explained to her:
"The emperor's uncle had long discovered that someone was trying to poison Jiang Huaizhu, so he prepared the antidote in advance just in case."
Jiang Xiancao raised an eyebrow. "You also guessed that they would let Jiang Huaizhu die of poison when you ordered her to be tortured, so you deliberately agreed to their wishes and used the bone scraping punishment on Jiang Huaizhu to lure the snake out of its hole."
"Well, when they saw that Jiang Huaizhu hadn't died, they used other means to ensure her death. The emperor's uncle originally wanted to catch the traitor on the spot, but unfortunately, these rats in the gutter had a backup plan and even bribed the doctor. The traitor acted very cautiously and did not reveal himself."
Shen Yubai sighed softly, as if filled with regret, but the cold light in his eyes grew increasingly fierce:
"However, as long as Jiang Huaizhu is still alive, they will attack her again. This woman does know some secrets that cannot be underestimated."
Jiang Xiancao remained silent.
Shen Yubai looked at her with a slightly darkened gaze, and suddenly leaned close to her ear and said:
"Xiao Jiu'er, the royal family knows that you're only targeting the Jiang family. But the Jiang Huaizhu incident involves far more than just the Jiang family. How about we, uncle and nephew, join forces? I'll help you deal with Marquis Wen Ning who's returned to the capital, and you'll do me a favor in return. How about that?"
His breath, scented with medicine, hit her sensitive earlobe. The light and charming smell seemed to penetrate into her bone marrow through the cracks in her skin and linger in her body.
Jiang Xiancao paused stiffly for a moment before speaking:
"Okay, nephew will listen to the emperor's uncle."
…
Marquis Wenning's Mansion.
Mr. Jiang walked into the study room, exhausted, and said to the man sitting behind the desk:
"Brother, Jiang Huaizhu didn't die."
Marquis Wen Ning had just written the last word on the letter when he raised his head. His eyes were as cold as a poisoned sword and he spoke softly:
"Mr. Xuan's men are so useless that they can't even kill a woman."
Second Master Jiang's face was very grim. He sat opposite Marquis Wen Ning and said, "Brother, I'm a little confused about Mr. Xuan's intentions. Do you think he deliberately wants to keep Jiang Huaizhu alive?"
"Of course he did it on purpose."
Marquis Wen Ning said coldly, "If he hadn't deliberately ordered his men to approach Jiang Huaizhu, a girl like her would never have been able to come into contact with the assassins from Tianming Pavilion, no matter how cunning she was."
"But I can't understand why Mr. Xuan's actions have only exposed Tianming Pavilion to Prince Zhan's sight again, and made our Jiang family the target of public criticism for nothing.
Over the years, you've privately supported the Tianming Pavilion so much that it's almost as if our Jiang family is the breadwinner of the Tianming Pavilion. Is that Xuan guy crazy? What good can it do for him to make the Tianming Family doubt us?!"
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