Chapter 44 Song Yi is poisoned
The Marquis of Anping's residence.
When Li Nanke woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
She rolled over and touched something furry. Peeking out, she saw Xueying rubbing its head against her blanket.
Seeing that she was awake, he rushed over and rubbed his head against her little face, his eyes sparkling.
It feels itchy and warm.
Li Nanke chuckled.
Zisu came in when she heard the noise.
"The girl is finally awake. If she hadn't woken up, lunch would have been over."
Li Nanke peeked out from under the covers and obediently let Zisu help her get dressed.
I slept for a long time and now I feel refreshed and my mind is exceptionally clear.
After the meal, she asked Zisu to find some red ropes so she could teach her how to tie knots.
"Why does the young lady suddenly want to learn how to make knotted knots?"
"I promised to give Xueying a gift."
Zisu went to fetch the red string.
"Let me teach you how to tie a lucky knot. It's simple, easy to learn, and has a good meaning."
Zisu taught her step by step, and soon a crooked and twisted Ruyi knot was tied.
Li Nanke looked at what Zisu was holding, and then at what he had made.
He chuckled.
"Although it's a bit ugly, I'm pretty good at fighting like this on my first try."
Zisu chuckled, "Yes, you're really amazing, young lady."
Girls always find reasons to praise themselves; how adorable!
Li Nanke smiled and picked up the small box from the dressing table.
The box was filled with small ribbons, gems, and even colorful pebbles that she had collected over the years.
These were all her most beloved treasures.
Find a copper bell inside and tie it to the ruyi knot.
Then they wove the Ruyi knot into a circle and put it around Xueying's neck.
Then he clapped his hands and laughed, "Wear it, and from now on, when I hear the bell ringing from afar, I'll know it's Snow Eagle coming! Do you like it?"
Snow Eagle...
"Woof woof woof".
Li Nanke reached out and stroked its head.
"This is my first time making knotted ornaments! I don't care, you have to like it."
"Woof woof woof".
Li Nanke pretended not to understand Xueying's protest and played with it for a while.
He looked at the sun outside before jumping up.
"Let's go, we're going to find Mom for lunch."
Zisu said, "Master Song sent someone early this morning to invite the young mistress back, and just now he sent someone again to say that Master Song is ill and that the young mistress is staying to take care of him."
Li Nanke frowned.
My mother just got her dowry money back yesterday, and today my grandfather is sick?
What a coincidence!
She got up and went to the main courtyard to find her grandmother, Madam He.
"Grandmother, I want to go to the Song family to find Mother."
Madam He did not want her to go.
"Your maternal grandfather caught a cold; if the illness passes to you..."
"I'm worried something's happened to my mother!"
Mrs. He was taken aback, but did not accuse her of having wild thoughts just because her granddaughter was young.
Instead, they asked earnestly, "Why do you say that?"
Li Nanke said, "Yesterday, my mother forced my maternal grandmother to return the money. I'm worried that my maternal grandfather will be angry and scold my mother."
He hesitated.
"Lord Song is, after all, your mother's biological father. Even tigers don't eat their cubs. Could it be that you're overthinking it?"
Li Nanke pursed her lips, her face pale, and she felt inexplicably panicked.
In her dreams, she experienced how cruel her maternal grandfather, who was a vice minister of the Ministry of Rites, was and how he treated her.
The fact that her mother had returned to the Song family was something she had never encountered in her dreams.
Since the fate of his family was changed after his home was confiscated, many things have been different from his previous life.
This made her a little panicked.
Song Family Ancestral Hall.
Two rough-looking old women had been supervising Song Yi kneeling all afternoon, only bringing in a pot of tea in between.
Her knees slammed against the cold flagstones, and the excruciating pain made her tremble all over.
Bang.
She fell heavily to the ground, clutching her stomach, her body hunched over, curled up in a ball.
"It hurts, my stomach hurts so much."
Zilan quickly helped her up.
"What's wrong, Your Highness's wife?"
Song Yi held her hand tightly and secretly winked at her, signaling her to proceed according to plan.
Zilan immediately raised her head, her eyes red, and roared at the two old women.
"What are you all standing there for? Quickly call a doctor for my wife!"
The two old women exchanged a glance, pursed their lips, and didn't move.
One of them even hummed softly.
"She was perfectly fine just now, who knows if this stomachache is fake?"
"This servant advises the eldest young lady to be honest. Madam said that as long as the eldest young lady is willing to return the money, she will help the eldest young lady plead with the master."
"You...you all!"
Zilan was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth to powder, and she wished she could go up and fight the two old women.
Suddenly, Song Yi fell onto the bluestone slab.
His face turned pale, he clutched his clothes tightly, and gasped for breath.
Then he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, the blood a dark, gruesome color.
"Lady of the Heir Apparent".
Zilan didn't have time to fight with the old woman.
“Master Song only made my wife kneel, he didn’t say he was going to kill her, did he? If anything really happens to my wife, the first two of you will be beaten to death.”
The two old women looked at each other in bewilderment.
One of them, quick-witted, took off running outside.
"Keep an eye on things, I'll go and report to the master and madam."
The remaining old woman was secretly annoyed that she had been a step too slow.
Zilan shouted angrily, "What are you standing there for? Quickly help me help Madam up!"
The old woman grumbled about her bad luck, bent over and stepped forward, and together with Zilan, they helped Song Yi up on either side.
Bang.
A sharp pain shot through the back of her head, and the old woman shuddered, collapsing to the ground.
Behind her, Song Yi leaned over the offering table, her hand holding the incense burner trembling.
With a thud, the incense burner fell to the ground and rolled under the offering table.
His face grew increasingly ashen, and he gasped for breath, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Zilan turned pale with fright. "Young Master's Wife, what... what's wrong with you?"
The plan was for the Crown Prince's wife to pretend to have a stomachache, creating an opportunity for her to escape.
The Crown Prince's wife doesn't seem to be faking it now.
Song Yi grasped Zi Lan's hand; her hand was icy cold, and her fingers trembled violently.
As soon as she opened her mouth, tears streamed down her face.
"I...I'm afraid I've been poisoned. Quick, quick, go back to the Marquis's mansion and find...find my mother-in-law and Ke'er."
"Poisoned? They...they are so cruel."
"Go quickly."
Song Yi felt increasingly tightness in her chest and found it harder and harder to breathe.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing the churning taste of blood in his mouth, and pushed Zilan with all his might.
"Hurry up."
Zilan cried as she leaned against the door frame, gave Song Yi a deep look, gritted her teeth, and stomped her foot.
"Please hold on, Your Highness's wife."
He turned and ran toward the small door behind the ancestral hall.
As Song Yi watched her retreating figure, she spat out another mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the ground.
My vision is getting blurrier and blurrier, and I feel lighter and lighter.
In a daze, I wondered, "Am I really going to die like this?"
What will happen to her daughter, Kerr?
Ke'er is only eight years old this year. She now has a deep understanding of what life is like for a child without a mother, and what kind of personality they will develop.
How could she bear to let Ke'er suffer like she did?
Main courtyard.
Zhang glanced at Minister Song's face and asked, "What if Song kneels in the ancestral hall all night and still refuses to write a letter of repentance?"
Vice Minister Song snorted coldly, "Then let her continue kneeling. In short, she must bear this crime."
Yesterday, the Minister told me that he is getting old and wants to retire.
The Ministry of Personnel plans to select one of me and the Left Vice Minister to groom as the next Minister of Rites.
Zhang was overjoyed.
Is this really true?
"Naturally, the Minister said that if I can't even handle my family affairs, I will be removed from the list of candidates."
The Minister of Rites is a high-ranking official, a first-rank official, whose name will be recorded in history.
Vice Minister Song was unwilling to let such a good opportunity slip away.
"This blame can only fall on Song Yi, even if it means her death!"
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