Chapter 30
How about you kneel down and beg me?
Seeing that Song Chengyu finally stopped pretending to be gentle and considerate, and became extremely angry and revealed his true face, Jiang Zhaoying was very satisfied.
She thought this man would keep pretending.
Looking at the medicine juice on the ground, Jiang Zhaoying showed a trace of regret in her eyes.
"There shouldn't be many medicinal herbs in the mansion. If you keep wasting them, I'm afraid you won't have any to drink."
"Bitch!"
Song Chengyu screamed hysterically, his whole body twitching in pain, and then he turned around with sweat all over his forehead and shouted outside.
"Li Chong."
Li Chong, the personal servant, rushed in and was shocked when he saw the scene. He glanced at the indifferent Jiang Zhaoying and stammered.
"My Lord, you are feeling better now."
It’s better not to ask.
When Song Chengyu asked, he felt his butt hurt even more. Although the two men were young and thin, when they hit him hard with the sticks, he could even hear the sound of his butt being torn like cloth.
"Where's the doctor? Have you found the doctor? How is Fu'er doing?"
It's been a whole night.
I didn't see a doctor come to see him or prescribe any medicine. There wasn't even any pain-relieving ointment. He must be in so much pain that he must be dying.
What on earth did this damn Jiang Zhaoying do?
This is intentional to embarrass him!
"Sir, Miss Shen is still unconscious and has a high fever."
"Where are the children?"
He knew it was a useless question. After dozens of blows, how could Fu'er's delicate body withstand it? How could she save the child?
He glared at Jiang Zhaoying with resentment.
"We are all women, can't you be more generous and have some compassion? You can punish Fu'er, but why did you kill my son? Jiang Zhaoying, I just gave her a little love, is it worth it for you to use such insidious means to deal with her? Even if there is no Shen Yuefu, there will still be other concubines. You should understand this principle!"
"Speaking of concubines."
Jiang Zhaoying raised her long, thick eyelashes and looked at Song Chengyu.
"I don't plan to promote Shen Yuefu as a concubine anymore."
Window lattice.
A golden light leaped out, and when it refracted in through the window, it couldn't warm the coldness in the room.
Suddenly.
Jiang Zhaoying then realized that after all this trouble, it was already dawn.
"Her father seems to be the Junior Minister of the Honglu Temple, right? She is also a daughter of an official family. She could have been a legitimate wife, but she chose to humiliate herself. Now that she is in this state, if she is taken into the Song Mansion, it will only bring shame to the Song Mansion. I'd better send her back."
"How dare you! You are the one who is embarrassed. If you hadn't made such a scene, none of this would have happened."
Song Chengyu's face changed drastically, and when he raised his head and shouted, the blue veins on his neck burst.
If Fu'er were sent back, her uncle and aunt would be furious, and Fu'er's life would be extremely miserable.
"Jiang Zhaoying, Fu'er is seriously injured and unconscious. We can't move her. Even if we want to send her back, we should wait until she is better."
"Is that so?" Jiang Zhaoying seemed to think about it seriously. "How about you kneel down and beg me?"
"you……"
Song Chengyu was so angry that his teeth were bared and he punched the bed. Jiang Zhaoying looked at him with a smile and pointed at the ground covered with debris and medicine juice.
"Don't you love her? Then kneel down for her, or she will really die."
Following her long white fingers, looking at the debris and medicine juice on the ground, Song Chengyu's face twisted with anger.
You want him to kneel?
No way!
The sarcasm in Jiang Zhaoying's eyes gradually increased. It looked like he was not going to kneel, so she said nothing more and stood up to leave the east wing.
Just walked into the yard.
Shu Yu led Ah Si, Ah Wu and Ah Liu forward.
Jiang Zhaoying pointed to the west wing.
"Carry the person out to me."
"You dare!" Madam Song rushed out and pointed at Jiang Zhaoying. "Jiang Zhaoying, if you dare to touch Fu'er, I will never let you go."
Jiang Zhaoying glanced at Mrs. Song's fingers indifferently. Mrs. Song immediately felt as if she was burned and quickly retracted her fingers. Only then did Jiang Zhaoying turn around and speak to Aunts Taxue and Tamei.
"Please give us your judgment, aunts."
Taxue and Tamei came forward together and saluted.
"I'm sure everyone knows what the Song Mansion's reputation is like now."
"That's not your fault!"
Madam Song interrupted the conversation, so Jiang Zhaoying stopped talking. She was asked to continue, but Madam Song stopped talking again. Jiang Zhaoying then looked at Madam Song with burning eyes.
"Mother, that pill did help the emperor, but are you sure that the emperor's headache will not recur?"
Mrs. Song was about to raise her face in pride, but she was startled again, frowned and looked coldly at Jiang Zhaoying.
What does this mean?
That pill of medicine is very effective. The emperor has recovered greatly. How could he possibly relapse?
But.
If the disease relapses, does it mean that he will come again to take Song Chengyu's blood?
Jiang Zhaoying looked at the changes in her expression, a faint smile broke out on her face, and she explained the story to her bit by bit.
"If you use a whole pill, the emperor's illness can indeed be cured."
Mrs. Song felt a chill running up to the soles of her feet. She stared at Jiang Zhaoying like a poisonous snake. An unprecedented panic kept winding up. What did she mean by this?
yes! Varied! What! meaning! think!
"You thought that using half of the medicine to help Song Chengyu wake up and the other half to treat the emperor was a perfect decision. You helped the emperor and saved your son at the same time. But did you know that since a whole pill is needed to treat the disease, you must take a whole pill to achieve the full effect?"
"The emperor seems to be better now, but it won't be long before his headache comes back and is worse than before."
"You're talking nonsense."
Mrs. Song raised her hand and threw it at Jiang Zhaoying. Aunts Taxue and Tamei hurried forward to stop her. Jiang Zhaoying continued to speak provocatively.
"Song Chengyu's heart blood could have helped the emperor, and he took half a pill. If someone reminds him, mother... do you think the emperor will target him again?"
"impossible."
Mrs. Song rushed forward like crazy. Jiang Zhaoying looked at Mrs. Song who was being dragged tightly and pointed to the west wing.
"Song Chengyu and Shen Yuefu had an affair without a matchmaker, and she got pregnant before she even got married. But you didn't know how to cover it up, and you moved her into this courtyard in a high-profile manner. What do you think people outside will say? Will the emperor hate the Song family even more?"
"As long as you, a bitch, don't tell anyone, who would dare to tell anyone?"
The people in the mansion have always been tight-lipped, otherwise the Song Mansion would not have such a good reputation. Besides, those who knew the secrets have been dealt with by her.
"Jiang Zhaoying, the person lying in there is your husband. You will prosper together and suffer together. I don't believe you dare to gamble with your reputation."
This world.
No woman would dare to gamble with her reputation unless she doesn't want to live.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoying's heart felt like it was blocked by a huge rock, and her anger surged. How many people had taken advantage of this to kill so many innocent lives and rob so much ill-gotten gains.
Seeing that she didn't speak.
Mrs. Song became proud. See, I hit the nail on the head. Jiang Zhaoying really didn’t dare to move!
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