Chapter 106: Scheming against Shu Fei 3
There is no soul-breaking in the fresh flowers in Song Zhao Palace.
There was nothing in the flower buds in the flower bed either.
No one wanted to harm her.
She just felt that life was dull and boring, so she wanted to find some fun.
After learning about Concubine Yang's past from Concubine Xiao, Song Zhao told Xiao Fuzi about it as gossip.
After hearing this, Xiao Fuzi said that he had read several volumes of Miao regional witch medicine prescriptions and knew that there was a poison called Lihunsan, which had a very similar toxicity to the symptoms that Guiren Yang suffered from when she was ill.
Song Zhao recalled that the period before Yang Guiren's death was when Chen Fei's brother led his troops to attack Miaojiang and won a great victory.
Therefore, if Concubine Chen wanted to obtain the Soul-Separating Powder, it would not be a difficult task.
Therefore, Song Zhao speculated, could it be that Concubine Chen secretly drugged Yang Guiren with the Soul-Separating Powder that day, which caused her to go crazy?
Once she had an idea in mind, she quickly set about verifying it.
Song Zhao asked Xiying to tell Concubine Chen about Lihunsan. When Xiying came back to report, she said that Concubine Chen and Yingxiang's faces changed after they heard about Lihunsan.
In this way, Song Zhao knew that her guess was correct.
That's why there was that scene where she later went to see Concubine Chen with a bouquet of flowers.
And this time, the Concubine Chen fell into the trap again.
There are still a lot of Soul-Separation Powder that her brother brought back from the time he conquered Miao Territory. Now it is hidden in the old site of the Ning family in Kyoto.
She ordered Yingxiang, "Spread the news and have your trusted aides in Kyoto bring the Soul-Separating Powder to me. Concubine Shu wants to plot against me, so I will let her suffer the consequences!"
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That night, when Song Zhao was about to go to bed, Xiao Fuzi came to reply to her.
"My lady, I followed your instructions and kept an eye on the movements of the Concubine Chen. Just now, Yingxiang sneaked to the southwest corner of the manor and imitated the meow of a cat a few times. Then, someone threw a package in from outside the wall."
"Got it." Song Zhao responded calmly and told Xiao Fuzi to go down.
Xiao Fuzi walked to the door of the inner bedroom, stopped suddenly, and asked worriedly:
"My lady, there is something I cannot figure out. The flowers in the bedroom do not have the Soul-Separating Powder at all, and the flowers in the flowerbed are even cleaner. Even if Concubine Chen got the Soul-Separating Powder and hid it in Concubine Shu's residence, it seems that it cannot prove Concubine Shu's guilt."
Song Zhao chuckled and said, "I don't have that dirty thing, and neither does Shu Fei, but didn't Chen Fei ask someone to get it? Don't worry, I have my own way to make it appear out of nothing."
The next morning, before daybreak, Song Zhao ran to the palace of Concubine Chen.
At that time, the Concubine Chen was washing up, and Song Zhao rushed in rashly.
The concubine rolled her eyes at her and asked impatiently, "What's wrong with you?"
Song Zhao took a breath and said, "Your Majesty, the people who wanted to harm me seemed to know that I had discovered this matter... It was also my negligence. When I found that there was something wrong with the flowers that day, I asked the palace maids to throw all the flowers away.
Maybe it was because the noise was too loud and alerted the enemy. Since yesterday, I asked Yunshan and the others to go to the flower garden to pick flowers as usual, but there was no Lihunsan in the flowers they picked, and the other flowers in the flower garden were all clean. I think the man should have withdrawn his hand..."
"Idiot." Concubine Chen scolded. Compared to Song Zhao's panic, she seemed particularly calm.
"You don't need to worry about anything. Just continue to ask your people to go to the flower garden to pick flowers tomorrow. If the emperor summons you to sleep with him in the next two days, you will put on a good show in front of him."
She hooked her finger at Song Zhao, and called him over to her like she was teasing a cat or a dog, and whispered in his ear:
"When you go to bed at night, you have to pretend to be startled by a nightmare and make the loudest noise possible. Do you understand?"
Song Zhao quickly responded, "Everything is up to your Majesty's orders."
The next day, Yunshan went to the flower garden to pick fresh flowers.
As soon as the flowers were brought back, Song Zhao asked Xiao Fuzi to check carefully to see if there was anything wrong.
Xiao Fuzi checked them one by one and found something fishy in the buds of several forsythia plants.
"Look, madam, the buds of this forsythia have been broken open by humans. In addition to pollen, there is also some pale white powder mixed in. I have seen the description of the Soul-Separating Powder in the witch doctor's books. It should be this thing."
Song Zhao nodded calmly, then ordered someone to place the bouquet in the inner bedroom, the closer to her bed the better.
Xiao Fuzi was a little worried, "This thing is very powerful, young master, you should not put yourself in danger, right?"
Song Zhao smiled, "I only asked someone to put it in my room, I didn't say I wanted to sleep next to it."
She glanced at Yunshan and raised her eyebrows, saying, "In the past, when we were at the mansion, when the weather got cold, we always liked to squeeze onto the same couch. At that time, we would talk about everything and there was always something to talk about."
Yunshan understood immediately and said hurriedly, "Then I will go make the bed for you now!"
Now that everything is ready, Song Zhao doesn't need to do anything. He just needs to wait and see how Concubine Chen and Concubine Shu fight.
If Chen Fei could gain the upper hand, Shu Fei would be charged with poisoning the concubines, and even the death of Yang Guiren would be blamed on her.
If Shu Fei was able to turn the tide, then the incident would become Chen Fei's conspiracy to murder Song Zhao and frame Shu Fei, making Xiao Jingheng extremely disappointed in her.
No matter who wins or loses,
Song Zhao, the instigator, could stay out of the matter and watch the fire from the other side.
And hope the fire burns as vigorously as possible.
Song Zhao originally thought that she would have to sleep at Yunshan's place for two days before Xiao Jingheng would summon her to sleep with him.
After all, it was the end of the year, and memorials submitted from various places were piling up like mountains, and Xiao Jingheng had no time to do anything else.
But to her surprise, someone from the imperial court brought news that evening, saying that Xiao Jingheng wanted her to stay at Bitong Academy tonight.
When Song Zhao arrived, Xiao Jingheng was reviewing memorials.
At first, when he heard Song Zhao coming, he did not raise his head, but just said, "Come to me."
Song Zhao stepped forward and said, "May I help His Majesty grind ink?"
As she spoke, she picked up the Hui ink ingot and was about to grind the ink in the inkstone when Xiao Jingheng caught a glimpse of her wrists tied with white cloth.
Xiao Jingheng put down the brush, took Song Zhao's hand, and asked with concern: "Are you hurt?"
Song Zhao nodded. "I accidentally knocked over the teacup and got cut by the broken porcelain pieces. It's no big deal."
Xiao Jingheng said, "Then take a rest and stop working so as not to open the wound again."
He moved the inkstone away from Song Zhao and said, "I didn't ask you to come here to order you around. You don't need to do anything. Just stay by my side quietly."
The longer Song Zhao spent with Xiao Jingheng, the more he could feel that he treated him differently.
In the past, when two people met, there was nothing much to talk about except what happened in bed.
But now Xiao Jingheng is very considerate of Song Zhao's feelings.
For example, today when he saw that Song Zhao's wrist was broken, he not only did not let her work, but also did not force her to do that when they rested at night. They just hugged each other and went to bed.
In the second half of the night, Xiao Jingheng was suddenly awakened by the noise beside him.
He raised his sleepy eyes and looked over in the dim moonlight.
I saw Song Zhao sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, his body shaking.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Xiao Jingheng put his hand on Song Zhao's shoulder to show his condolences, but he didn't expect that such a simple action would shock Song Zhao.
"Ah!!!!" She screamed for no reason, "No, no! Don't kill me!"
As he said this, he pushed Xiao Jingheng away, opened the quilt like a madman, and ran outside without even bothering to put on shoes and socks.
Faced with this sudden scene, Xiao Jingheng was stunned for a moment, and an old incident emerged in his mind:
Yang Guiren was like this that day. Late one night in his arms, she went mad without any warning...
Xiao Jingheng didn't dare to think too much, and hurriedly shouted outside the door,
"Stop Concubine Song and don't hurt her!"
Then he hurriedly put on his boots and chased after him at a brisk pace...
(Sad news: I'm sick, I'll try my best to post two chapters, and I'll make up for the three chapters tomorrow if the fever stops. Everyone should wear masks and take precautions!)
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