The second concubine sighed.
After she finished speaking, she brought the topic back to itself.
"Yunxi, what exactly happened that day? Why was Zimo shot three times when he came back?"
Actually, what the second concubine was thinking when she said this was, "Why didn't she die after being shot three times?"
Where is Yunxi?
Isn't she with Gong Ziming?
Why wasn't she injured?
Rong Shang's gaze turned cold, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.
She spoke, her tone indifferent, "I don't know either."
"You don't know?" the second concubine asked skeptically.
Does she simply not want to tell her the truth?
“Yunxi, I know you must have been quite frightened at the time.”
She softened her tone, "It's okay, take your time to think about it."
The second concubine picked up the red wine that Rong Shang had just poured for her, brought it to her lips, and took a sip.
It actually tastes pretty good.
She took a few more sips.
She kept waiting, waiting for her to speak.
But after waiting for a long time, she still wouldn't say anything.
"I'm sorry," Rong Shang smiled sheepishly, "I really can't remember anything right now."
She rubbed her forehead, her brows furrowed. "Just thinking about it gives me a headache."
The second concubine frowned.
She put down her wine glass and couldn't hold back her anger.
"Yunxi, do you not want to tell me at all?"
"where."
"I'd like to ask, why is it that when you were with Zimo, he got injured but you didn't get hurt at all?"
"Then I don't know." Rong Shang felt that she was trying to throw all the blame on her. "Second Madam, it's no use asking me this question."
"If you want to ask, go ask those assassins."
"Ask them why they didn't shoot me but shot Zimo instead. Is someone instigating them? Are they all targeting him?"
"You're talking nonsense!" The second concubine shouted at her without thinking, and regretted it as soon as she did.
By saying that, she's walking right into a trap.
Rong Shang looked at her raised eyebrow and smiled.
"Second concubine, what do you mean by saying that?"
She got up.
The second concubine felt nervous and reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table again.
"Second Madam, you're saying I'm talking nonsense? Could it be..."
"No." The second concubine's hands began to tremble with nervousness.
"What I mean is, you have no evidence to prove it."
"Maybe, maybe you were involved in this too."
Bang!
The door was then kicked open.
The second concubine was startled.
Rong Chang narrowed her eyes.
Looking back, I saw Gong Ziming pouting and walking towards me with an unhappy expression.
He was holding onto his other arm with one hand.
Rong Shang glanced at it; it was the hand that had been shot that day. "What happened?"
"Sister, my hand hurts."
When the second concubine saw Gong Ziming arrive again, she frowned, feeling puzzled.
What is this person doing?
I told them I was going to sleep, but they didn't go.
I don't even know when he arrived.
Did you hear anything just now?
However, since he suddenly came in, the second concubine no longer needed to explain anything to her.
She put down the cup and stood up.
"Since Zimo says his hand hurts, why don't you blow on it for him?"
"I don't have anything else to do, I'm going back to sleep now."
Rong Shang looked up at her; the second concubine seemed to be in a hurry to leave.
Oh.
Rong Shang sneered inwardly and nodded, "Alright, take care."
Soon, the second concubine came out of her room.
Rong Chang followed her to the door.
I watched as her figure gradually disappeared down the corridor.
Rong Shang closed the door and went back inside.
When she saw Gong Ziming, she asked him, "Does your hand still hurt?"
He shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."
He was about to leave after speaking, but as he walked past her, she grabbed his arm.
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