Jiang Songyi smiled, raised her eyes to look at the Fourth Prince Xinyi Zigu, then looked at the silent Jinyiwei Commander Ji Cheng behind him, and grinned with joy.
The bitter smell of medicine and the breath of death that filled the bedroom was even more refreshing to her than the most fragrant flower scent in spring.
Xinyi Zigu was lying on a large brocade couch with dragon patterns, his face pale and his eye sockets sunken.
He was breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on Jiang Songyi's smiling face, full of horror and resentment.
"You... cough cough cough..." He was about to ask, but was interrupted by a cough.
"Your Highness, please be patient," Jiang Songyi said slowly, her voice clear and playful. "I can probably guess what you want to say. Are you wondering why the confidant you sent to Jiangnan to find a famous doctor never returned? Or why the so-called 'life-extending elixir' you take every day makes your body feel more like a sieve?"
She took two steps forward and stopped a few steps away from the bed, looking down at him condescendingly.
"Oh, yes, and your bedmate, Liu Liangdi, wow, her hands are so skillful. She boils medicine for you every day and never asks anyone else to do it. Her loyalty is commendable."
The Fourth Prince's pupils suddenly constricted, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.
"Liu..." He squeezed out two words hoarsely, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Jiang Songyi, "What did you do to her?"
"What can a servant do?" Jiang Songyi spread her hands innocently, her smile growing sweeter. "I just want her to finally make up her mind and fight for a way out for herself and the unborn child in her belly."
"Your Highness, where are your most trusted imperial physician and the spy you placed next to Commander Ji now?"
The Fourth Prince's body began to tremble violently. He stared at Jiang Songyi, then suddenly turned to Ji Cheng, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, who was standing behind her.
Ji Cheng was wearing a black flying fish robe, with an embroidered spring sword hanging from his waist, and his face was stern.
From beginning to end, his eyes were only on Jiang Songyi.
"Ji Cheng!" The Fourth Prince roared with his last bit of strength, "You...how dare you betray me! I've treated you well!"
"Your Highness the Fourth Prince," Ji Cheng finally spoke, "The Imperial Guard is loyal only to the true emperor on the throne, not to a dying man."
"Your Highness has, over the years, secretly framed loyal officials, formed a clique for personal gain, and even colluded with foreign nations in an attempt to obtain possession of the sacred artifact. The evidence for each case is irrefutable, and I have personally presented it to you. Your Majesty is furious."
"puff--!"
The last glimmer of hope was completely crushed. The Fourth Prince felt a sweetness in his throat and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
His eyes were wide open, his body twitched violently a few times, and finally, he collapsed completely without a sound.
Those eyes, once full of ambition, never closed until death.
There was dead silence in the bedroom.
Only the ticking sound of the night watchman could be heard clearly.
The smile on Jiang Songyi's face slowly faded. She looked at the body on the bed that was rapidly losing temperature. There was no pity in her eyes, only indifference.
In his previous life, the Fourth Prince was one of those who climbed up by stepping on her corpse. He watched the downfall of her Jiang family coldly and even secretly added fuel to the fire.
She turned around, her eyes swept across Ji Cheng's cold profile, and finally to the door of the bedroom.
There, a group of people had silently knelt down without anyone noticing.
Leading the group were her three good brothers.
Jiang Jinzhao, the eldest son of the Marquisate who was once high-spirited and high-spirited, now has his right arm's empty sleeve hanging down, his face pale, his eyes evasive, and no trace of his former pride left.
Jiang Baichuan beside him looked even more haggard. Even his gorgeous clothes could not hide his miserable state as he was drained by alcohol, sex and gambling debts. The look in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Songyi was full of fear and pleading.
Jiang Yihan collapsed to the ground, his face pale. It was obvious that the poison had not yet been cleared. The blow that completely destroyed his martial arts made him feel like he had lost his soul.
"Sister Songyi..." Jiang Jinzhao's voice trembled as he spoke first. "Big brother is wrong! Big brother is blind and treated you badly in the past. Big brother deserves death! Please, for the sake of our blood relationship, spare us! Spare the Marquisate!"
"Song Yi!" Jiang Baichuan also kowtowed, tears streaming down his face. "Second brother is a bastard! Second brother is not a human being! He's blinded by greed! Gambling harms people, and second brother will never dare to do it again! Please have mercy on me and give me a chance to live!"
Jiang Yihan struggled to say something, but due to his difficulty breathing, he could only make gurgling sounds. The look in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Songyi was full of regret.
Retribution, all retribution!
Jiang Songyi listened quietly to their crying, begging, and confession, with no expression on her face, as if she was watching a poor performance.
What I got in return for my heartfelt love in my previous life was disgust, exploitation, and abandonment.
In this life, she watched coldly and even fanned the flames, but they knelt at her feet and begged for mercy.
What a great irony.
"Bloodline?" She repeated the word softly, a slight smile on her lips. "When you all ganged up on me and forced me to death, and I watched Jiang Yuyao step on my corpse and enjoy your affection, where was this so-called family relationship?"
"Forgive you?"
Jiang Songyi took a step forward, his gaze landing on Jiang Jinzhao's empty right sleeve. "Brother, your arm wasn't destroyed by an assassin, but by your own arrogance. If you hadn't repeatedly said in your previous life that you didn't need me to block the arrow, and that Jiang Yuyao would have protected you without hesitation, then I'll grant your wish in this life. Does this feel good?"
Jiang Jinzhao's face was as pale as paper, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't utter a word.
She looked at Jiang Baichuan again: "Second brother, how does it feel to be entangled in gambling debts and have the Marquisate's foundation ruined by you? Don't worry, I have all those debt deeds in my hands. Marquisate? From the moment you chose Jiang Yuyao and gave up on me, your true bloodline, the Yongding Marquisate is nothing in my eyes."
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