But her voice sounded guilty.
Jiang Segu's hand was definitely not stabbed by her!
But she was speechless with grievances!
Besides the unfavorable words Jiang Segu uttered before she fainted, the sachet she was wearing was also very unfavorable to her!
Juanniang glared at Song Yuhui with eyes wide with fury, "Second Miss Song, you make it sound so easy! If that's the case, wouldn't murderers just be able to get away with their crimes by saying 'I didn't kill anyone'?"
"Bah! Who is my second sister? How dare you, a mere servant, make such wild accusations against her! Just because of a few words from Jiang Segu, you claim that my second sister stabbed her? Then I'll say that she stabbed herself, just to slander my second sister!"
“If that’s the case, why don’t you search Miss Song’s body to see if she still has any embroidery needles on her?” Qiaolian said with red eyes and a trembling voice, “My lady has absolutely no habit of carrying embroidery needles. If Miss Song doesn’t believe me, I’m willing to risk offending you by searching my lady’s body in front of you!”
"Search me then, who's afraid of who! If my second sister doesn't have an embroidery needle, your master will have to kneel down and kowtow to her to apologize, and you, you lowly servant, will have to be slapped fifty times!"
Juanniang glanced at Jiang Segu and saw that although he looked weak, his eyes were shining brightly, and she immediately understood.
She then declared firmly, "If that's the case, I dare to ask Physician Fu and this young master to be witnesses. If Miss Song has an embroidery needle, then I also ask Miss Song and Miss Song Si to kowtow and apologize to my young lady!"
Miss Song snorted coldly and turned to walk towards Song Yuhui.
But for some reason, his left foot stumbled, his body leaned forward, and in his panic, his right hand reached out to grab Song Yuhui.
Song Yuhui felt a sudden drop at her waist. Before she could think, she heard her fourth younger sister scream, and she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
"Ouch, my hand hurts so much!"
Everyone's eyes were drawn to Song Si's hand.
Meanwhile, Miss Song was holding the sachet that Song Yuhui was wearing at her waist.
Why would my hand hurt when I'm just holding a sachet?
Could it be that the sachet contains not spices, but embroidery needles?
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