Chapter 8
Once the seeds of doubt are planted
This kind of reckless trust and the feeling of being willing to go through fire and water for the other party just for one sentence warmed Jiang Zhaoying's heart, and then she bowed deeply to Jiang Jianzheng.
"I took every precaution, but I didn't expect complications to arise. Perhaps Prince Song met someone he really liked, and he couldn't help himself for a moment."
Hear this.
The murderous intent in the emperor's eyes became stronger.
"Go find out who seduced Song Chengyu."
"yes."
Eunuch Chen took the order and looked at Jiang Zhaoying deeply when he passed by her. This young woman had a sharp tongue. With just a few words, she exposed the woman that Song Chengyu was hiding.
It seems so.
The woman that Song Chengyu was protecting was going to be torn to pieces!
"Take the blood."
The emperor had already lost his patience. He waved his hand and gave an order, and the palace servants quickly stepped forward to undress Song Chengyu.
The white chest glowed in the light. When the palace servant was about to stab it with the dagger, Jiang Zhaoying's voice rang out softly.
"Your Majesty, please let me come."
How could she let go of such a good opportunity to cut open the heart and avenge her great hatred?
The clear and beautiful voice was pleasing to the eyes. The emperor then looked at Jiang Zhaoying, who was kneeling in a small ball on the cold ground. Her pretty little face was pale and she was so weak that people wanted to hold her in their arms and cherish her, but she said she wanted to cut out her heart and bleed.
The emperor immediately became interested.
Reach out your hand... Eunuch Chen, who had returned, hurried forward and helped him sit up. The emperor smiled.
"Then you go."
Jiang Zhaoying stood up immediately, and the young eunuch hurriedly stood up, bowed and presented the dagger with a cold glow, and the palace maid held the silver bowl and followed her.
Song Chengyu lay quietly in the center of the hall. The wind from the door rushed in, brushing against his chest, as if the tip of a knife was stabbing against his heart.
"When father calculated this hexagram, I wrote you a letter asking you to keep yourself clean. When we got married, you also swore to the heavens in front of me that you would never have concubines or maids, and would never do anything to let me down. You knew all this, so why did you still do something to let the emperor down?"
The tip of the knife scratched Song Chengyu's fair chest, a thin blood mark appeared, and blood beads spurted out.
It was visible to the naked eye that the tension in Song Chengyu's body had slightly changed. Even though he was pretending to be dead, the huge fear made him completely at a loss as to what to do.
He doesn't want to die, he can't die!
The emperor watched all this coldly, took the hot tea handed to him by Eunuch Chen, and drank it slowly, as if he was drinking his blood.
Maybe he was somewhat grateful to the Song family before, but since he had been clearly told, he still did that shameful thing, which was a capital crime.
He deserves to die!
"Hurry up."
The emperor spoke unhappily, and slammed the cup in his hand onto the table.
He was so impatient to recover that he even asked people to look for Taoist priests and alchemists with profound skills to make elixirs to relieve his heart pain.
"yes."
Jiang Zhaoying responded obediently, then she gathered strength in her wrist and the tip of the knife sank into the flesh bit by bit. The sight of her fair skin dyed red by the blood was truly beautiful.
The emperor leaned forward slightly, narrowed his eyes, and let the light refract in. He looked at the slightly strange scene in the center of the hall, smelled the blood, and a hint of satisfaction inexplicably flashed in his eyes.
What a pity.
Song Chengyu, this bastard, doesn't take care of his body, so the effectiveness of the medicine is reduced by half.
What crime should they be punished for?
The emperor was thinking about this question with a cold brow, but at this moment, there were hurried footsteps from the prince, followed by a bang, and someone fell down. Eunuch Chen looked at Eunuch Wu with sharp eyes. Eunuch Wu hurried out and bumped into Madam Song who was rushing over.
Mrs. Song fell to the ground, and when she looked up she saw blood flowing from her son's chest. She screamed in fear, and without caring about the pain she crawled forward on her knees, crying and shouting.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please have mercy on me. Your Majesty... I... maybe I have a better way to cure Your Majesty."
Jiang Zhaoying's eyebrows moved slightly.
Jiang Linzheng also looked up at his daughter. Seeing her like this, he knew that what she had planned had come to fruition. His tense back slowly relaxed.
Xu Zhiyan also loosened the fist in his sleeve. Wei Jiuzhao quickly glanced at their reactions, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
Maybe.
He should also trust Ying'er like his master and fellow apprentices.
Jiang Zhaoying hurried to Mrs. Song and helped her up.
"Mother, is there really any other way to help the emperor? Why didn't you tell me before?"
Mrs. Song suddenly turned around and glared at Jiang Zhaoying fiercely, then pushed her away. Jiang Zhaoying fell heavily to the ground. In pain, she stepped aside with grievance and worry in her eyes, her face pale.
"oh?"
The emperor's eyes suddenly lit up and he pointed at Madam Song.
"Do you really have a better idea?"
Mrs. Song crawled to Song Chengyu crying. Looking at the bloodstain on his heart, she was so scared that she could hardly breathe. She touched Song Chengyu's heart with trembling hands and found that the wound was not very deep and the blood had not yet flowed out. Mrs. Song then fell to the ground and gasped.
"Song family!"
The emperor's displeased voice sounded coldly, and Mrs. Song finally reacted and hurriedly took out an exquisite purple box from her arms.
"Your Majesty, do you still remember that the late emperor once gave my Lord a pill?"
It seems to be the case.
At that time, the emperor was still a prince and was very young, so he did not have a deep impression of this incident.
Just remember.
That year.
Several tribes adjacent to Daye State rose up in rebellion one after another. Although the wars were not big, they did not trouble the people living in the border areas. Song Qingcheng followed the late emperor to fight. Later, in order to save the late emperor, Song Qingcheng was seriously injured and almost died several times. The late emperor ordered people to find famous doctors and refine two pills, one of which was given to Song Qingcheng.
It took Song Qingcheng a whole year to recover, and they all thought that Song Qingcheng had taken the medicine.
A few years later.
When Song Qingcheng died, they thought the medicine had no effect at all, but they didn't expect that Mrs. Song didn't even take it out.
"Your Majesty, this is what happened."
Eunuch Chen said softly. In his opinion, among the Song family, only Song Qingcheng looked decent.
"It's my fault that I was so anxious that I forgot everything. The Marquis had instructed that I should not take out this pill unless it was absolutely necessary. So even when Song Chengyu was ill, I didn't dare to take it. I suddenly remembered it just now, so I took the pill and hurried into the palace."
"Your Majesty, the Tianyi Tribe has the most precious medicinal materials. The medicine they make must be useful. If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, I will give half to Song Chengyu first. If he wakes up, it proves that the medicine is effective. Your Majesty can take the other half."
"Doctor Leng, go and take a look."
Jiang Jian was speaking softly to Doctor Leng, who nodded, hurried forward to take the box, sniffed it gently, and then said in great surprise and disbelief.
"Good medicine, good medicine."
Eunuch Chen stepped forward and took out a small dagger, split the medicine in two, and then Madam Song fed half of the medicine into Song Chengyu's mouth. After Song Chengyu slowly swallowed it with warm water, the inner hall suddenly fell silent.
Jiang Zhaoying watched the scene quietly, a faint smile on her red lips.
Without this magical pill, how can Song come back to life in the future? The emperor will not believe that she only has one pill. The concubines in the palace and even the noble families will all turn their eyes to her. Once the seeds of suspicion are planted, they will grow bigger and bigger.
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