"Please speak, Your Majesty."
Mr. Jin was very polite and did not dare to be presumptuous.
Song Xibai composed herself and did not reveal all her guesses, only mentioning the death of the Empress.
"When the Empress passed away, it happened so suddenly, and now that I think about it, it seems really strange. These days, my nanny and I have been thinking about it carefully, and we feel that it is definitely related to that person."
In front of outsiders, Song Xibai couldn't call the emperor a dog, so he simply pointed in the direction of the palace.
Mr. Jin understood immediately.
"Since Your Majesty has this suspicion, have you found any clues?"
Song Xibai shook his head with a regretful expression.
"We haven't found any clues yet, but Consort Shu must know about this matter."
Mr. Jin seemed thoughtful: "Does Her Majesty want us to start with the Shu family to find evidence?"
"No, no."
Song Xibai raised a finger and shook it, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.
"Doing this will only put you in danger. After all, you've only just established contact with the Shu family, and to start investigating things from over a decade ago will definitely alert them. Besides, the Shu family wasn't even up and running back then; what evidence could they possibly have?"
What she said surprised Mr. Jin.
"Your Majesty's considerations are thorough; your subordinates admire them. May I ask what Your Majesty specifically requires us to do?"
Song Xibai pursed her lips, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.
"Save Consort Shu!"
"What?!"
Mr. Jin and Song Xinian were both taken aback.
Song Xinian, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke in a low voice: "Xixi, the Shu family and His Highness are not on the same side. Didn't you ask us to spread rumors to sow discord between the Shu family and the Emperor before? Why are you trying to save Consort Shu now?"
"Consort Shu is deeply trusted by the Emperor and is favored to the extreme. Why would she need our help?" Mr. Jin was also puzzled.
Song Xibai chuckled softly.
"No matter how deep the emperor's favor is, he will give it up when it comes to his own interests. When Consort Shu was confined and reprimanded, the emperor showed her no tenderness whatsoever."
Song Xibai saw it all clearly: Consort Shu, and the Shu family, were a good weapon for the fake emperor, used wherever he wanted, both in the court and in the harem.
True love?
That doesn't exist.
If Consort Shu hadn't given birth to the Eighth Prince, what good would her fate have been? She would probably have died long ago, just like those palace servants who mysteriously disappeared.
Song Xibai intends to stir up a storm, directly targeting the fake emperor; the empress's death is merely the first step. However, convicting the emperor solely based on the empress's death is unlikely to succeed, so the key is to force him to play all his cards.
In this way, he loses the initiative first. When the matter of replacing the emperor is brought up again, how many tricks will he have left?
Consort Shu must have known some key information.
Would someone who would kill their own son to save their life and status really be brainless?
She must have some evidence hidden in her possession.
However, evidence is all inanimate objects, and no matter what, it can't compare to Consort Shu, a living person.
“She must have crucial evidence that relates to the overall situation.” Song Xibai pulled himself together and continued, “Given my current situation, I can’t return to the palace, so I can only trouble you for help, sir.”
As he spoke, Song Xibai stood up and bowed solemnly.
Mr. Jin jumped up from the stool and jumped away in embarrassment and panic.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing? Such a grand gesture is beyond my capabilities!"
"You have entrusted your lives to His Highness, how can you not accept this respect? In ancient times, there was Han Xin, a peerless strategist. In my opinion, Mr. Jin also deserves to be called a reincarnation of Han Xin, a peerless strategist."
Song Xibai looked very serious.
Mr. Jin's beard trembled, and a surge of emotion rose within him.
"To receive such a word from Her Majesty, I, Jin, would die without regret! What do you say, Brother Xinian?!"
Song Xinian seemed to have just come to his senses and patted Mr. Jin on the shoulder.
"Mr. Jin is a man of great talent, and I am no match for him, but it is my great honor to work with him."
Song Xibai let out a long sigh of relief, his expression slightly relaxed.
Afterwards, the three of them discussed the plan in detail. Song Xibai was mainly responsible for controlling the overall direction, while Mr. Jin and the other staff would handle the specific details.
After everything was finished, it was almost dawn. Wei Hong whispered a reminder, and Song Xibai suddenly came to his senses, got up and took his leave.
Song Xinian watched her retreating figure, wanting to speak, but the words stuck in his throat.
With His Highness absent, Xixi's situation is too difficult; at this moment, all personal feelings must be set aside.
His gaze gradually hardened, and he followed Mr. Jin, leaving the manor via another route and returning to the capital.
After returning to his residence, Song Xibai immediately lay down on the bed.
I'm so tired I don't want to move at all.
"Wei Hong, I'm going to sleep for a while. Wake me up when Ding Xiang wakes up."
After giving the instructions, Song Xibai closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
"You, you've only just started to feel a little better, and you're already acting up again. Don't you want to live anymore?"
The moment I opened my eyes, I was met with Dingxiang's fury.
Song Xibai blinked and saw a silver needle between her eyebrows.
"I just went out to run some errands in the middle of the night. It's not serious enough to require an acupuncture, is it? A bowl of medicine to prevent miscarriage should be enough."
Dingxiang rolled her eyes.
"Doctor Sun said that all medicines have some degree of toxicity. You can handle it, but the little one in your belly may not be able to."
Song Xibai turned pale with fright and hurriedly reached out to touch her swollen belly.
"Is the child alright?"
"It's fine this time, but it might not be the case next time."
Dingxiang deliberately made it sound very serious, hoping to scare her.
Song Xibai breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to complain, and weakly raised one hand.
I'm hungry.
"The porridge is still warm! Fuliu will go get it."
As Dingxiang spoke, she removed the silver needles from her body and then began massaging the acupoints.
Fifteen minutes later, the massage ended, and Fuliu brought over breakfast.
Song Xibai ate ravenously.
Dingxiang tried to reassure her and get her to rest more, but with so many things to do, how could she relax?
After resting enough, Song Xibai went to Master Luo's place again.
Master Luo has already made more than a dozen telescopes, and now he is working on new ones.
When Song Xibai arrived, he had just finished the initial assembly and excitedly presented his work to Song Xibai.
It was a very inconspicuous little object.
It is thin at one end and slightly thicker at the other. The thin end is a hollow tube with a sharp point that can pierce the skin with the slightest touch; while the thick end is also a hollow tube.
This thing was clearly a crude syringe!
Of course, it wasn't as big as a modern syringe; it was tiny, only a little thicker than a hairpin.
Master Luo was explaining to her how to use it.
"...Just insert this end into the specially made hairpin. It has a special clasp to hold it in place so it won't fall out. When you need to use it, just lift it gently and twist it."
Song Xibai's eyes lit up.
Master Luo is truly a treasure of a craftsman!
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