Chapter 14: Court Debate
Li Ruolan's appearance made the air in the entire garden freeze.
All the servants who were watching the fun were silent.
They all knelt down.
He didn't even dare to raise his head.
Liu Yunyao seemed to have seen a savior.
She rolled and crawled to Li Ruolan's feet.
She grabbed Li Ruolan's skirt.
He wailed in a shrill voice.
"Madam! You have to make the decision for me!"
She held up her swollen, bleeding hand.
"This bitch! She used witchcraft to harm me!"
Li Ruolan turned her gaze away from the horrific hand.
Her eyes fell on the corroded bluestone slab on the ground.
Then.
Her eyes were as cold as ice.
It finally stopped at Ling Zixia who was kneeling on the ground.
Ling Zixia's body was trembling slightly because of fear.
There were traces of tears on her face.
Looks so helpless and pitiful.
It was as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with her.
"Magic?"
Li Ruolan sneered.
Her voice was full of disdain and disgust.
"There is no such thing as magic in this world."
"It's just some shady poisoning tricks."
As soon as she opened her mouth.
This defines the matter.
It's not an accident.
It's not a magic trick either.
It was a malicious poisoning.
Butler Zhang De's face turned pale.
He wanted to explain.
But after meeting Li Ruolan's warning eyes.
Wisely kept his mouth shut.
"Someone come."
Li Ruolan's voice was cold.
"Capture this vicious and sinful daughter of a minister."
The two strong maids behind her immediately responded and stepped forward.
They had fierce expressions on their faces.
Approaching towards Ling Zixia.
Xiao Cui subconsciously hugged the rosewood box tighter.
She stood in front of Ling Zixia.
But his body was shaking like a leaf in the wind because of fear.
"Madam, spare my life!"
Ling Zixia finally spoke.
Her voice was filled with terrified cries.
"I didn't poison you!"
"That bowl of soup was spilled by Sister Yunniang herself!"
"It's really none of my business!"
Her defense seemed pale and weak.
In front of Li Ruolan's powerful aura.
It's like a weak lamb howling at a tiger.
A hint of smug resentment flashed in Liu Yunyao's eyes.
She just wanted to see Ling Zixia in a state of being unable to defend herself.
"You still dare to quibble!"
Li Ruolan shouted sternly.
"You spilled the soup, so why is your suitcase intact?"
"Why were the bluestone slabs and Yun Yao's hands burned?"
"Could it be that this soup has eyes and only hurts others?"
Her words were logical and clear.
Every sentence points to the most inexplicable point in the incident.
The two maids had already walked in front of Ling Zixia.
They stretched out their strong arms.
He was about to lift her up from the ground.
A trace of extreme despair flashed in Ling Zixia's eyes.
She seemed to be forced into a desperate situation.
He lunged forward with all his might.
Her body "happened" to fall onto the ground where the soup was spilled.
"Madam, please understand!"
She shouted in a voice that was almost a roar.
"I really didn't poison you!"
"If this soup is truly poisonous, I am willing to test it on myself!"
Her palm.
With a resolute attitude.
He pressed hard on the remaining sticky soup on the ground.
Everyone gasped.
A cruel smile appeared on Liu Yunyao's lips.
This idiot.
He actually dared to touch the poisonous thing with his hands.
She is courting death.
A hint of coldness also flashed in Li Ruolan's eyes.
She didn't stop.
She just wanted to make this ignorant bitch...
Learned the most painful lesson in front of everyone.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the slender white hand pressing on the soup.
They waited.
Waiting for that hand to be like Liu Yunyao's hand.
Corroded into a bloody mess.
Waiting for Ling Zixia to let out a shrill scream.
However.
Nothing happened as expected.
Just when Ling Zixia's palm touched the soup.
A force that no one notices.
It poured out from her palm.
Liquids that have been converted into strong acids.
Reversal again.
They turned back into their most primitive, harmless, and even slightly sweet snow frog and lotus seed soup.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Ten breaths passed.
Ling Zixia's hand was still intact.
No redness or swelling.
No corrosion.
Not even a hint of redness.
The hand was just covered with sticky, crystal clear soup.
Looks a little embarrassed.
But there were no signs of injury.
The garden fell into a dead silence.
Everyone seemed to be under a spell.
His face was filled with incomprehensible shock.
What is going on?
The smile on Liu Yunyao's face completely froze.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
She even rubbed it subconsciously.
Why?
Why the same bowl of soup?
If it is poured on her hands, it will be extremely poisonous.
Will you be safe if you hold it in this bitch's hands?
Li Ruolan's pupils also suddenly contracted.
For the first time, a crack appeared on her face.
This strange scene before my eyes.
It was completely beyond her understanding.
Ling Zixia slowly raised her hand.
Tears still streamed down her face.
He looked extremely aggrieved.
She held up her soup-stained hand.
He held it in front of Li Ruolan.
"Madam, please look."
Her voice was hoarse from crying.
"There's really no poison in this soup."
She seemed to be trying to prove something.
He actually stuck out his tongue.
He gently licked the soup on his fingers.
Then.
She said in a tone of confusion and fear.
"Yes...it's sweet."
"It's just an ordinary bowl of lotus seed soup."
This action.
These innocent words.
Like a loud slap in the face.
He slapped Liu Yunyao and Li Ruolan hard in the face.
Liu Yunyao completely collapsed.
"Impossible! This is impossible!"
She screamed hysterically.
"You witch! What kind of witchcraft did you use?"
She pointed to her hand which was still bleeding.
"Then what's going on with my hand? And what's going on with the rocks on the ground?"
Ling Zixia looked at her timidly.
His eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
"I...I don't know..."
"Maybe... maybe it's you, sister..."
"Are you allergic to something?"
She said in an extremely weak, uncertain voice.
A seemingly absurd guess was put forward.
This guess.
But it's like a key.
Li Ruolan's dusty memories were instantly opened.
She thought back to a few days ago.
An equally strange scene took place in her own room.
The burning incense burner.
Her own sudden, violent dizziness.
And Dr. Wang’s seemingly reasonable explanation that he “can’t stand the smell of inferior spices.”
Could it be...
A terrible thought arose in Li Ruolan's mind.
Could it be on Ling Zixia?
Is there anything really unclean that can trigger someone else's pre-existing illness or allergy?
She looked at the intact soup on the ground.
He looked at Liu Yunyao's horrible hand again.
For the first time, an indescribable chill rose in her heart.
The daughter of a guilty minister.
Maybe it's much weirder than she imagined.
The servants around began to whisper.
Their direction of attack has completely changed.
"That's strange, how could this happen?"
"Yes, Miss Ling's hand is fine, which means the soup is really not poisonous."
"What's going on with Miss Yunyao's hand? Did she really wrongly accuse someone?"
"I think it's probably true. I've seen her bullying others quite a lot on a daily basis, relying on the young master's favor."
These discussions were like tiny needles.
It stabbed Li Ruolan and Liu Yunyao.
It made their faces even uglier.
Li Ruolan knew.
There is no way she could touch Ling Zixia again today.
In the absence of any evidence.
Then force the attack again.
It will only make me, the mistress of the house, have a reputation of abusing power and being unfair.
She took a deep breath.
He forced himself to suppress the anger and suspicion in his heart.
"Since it's a misunderstanding."
Her voice was cold and hard.
"Then let's all go our separate ways."
She glanced at Liu Yunyao who was still wailing on the ground.
There was a flash of undisguised disgust in his eyes.
"Aren't you embarrassed?"
"Go back and find a doctor to give you medicine!"
She finished speaking.
He no longer looked at anyone.
With a group of maids.
He turned around and left.
Liu Yunyao stared blankly at her departing back.
His face was full of despair and unwillingness.
She knows.
Not only did he fail to defeat Ling Zixia today.
Instead, it left a bad impression of "incompetence" in the wife's mind.
She failed to steal the chicken.
Lost a handful of rice.
She glared at Ling Zixia with a resentful look.
Then with the help of the maid.
He left in a miserable state.
A huge storm.
It ended in such an anticlimactic way.
Butler Zhang De hurried forward.
He personally helped Ling Zixia up from the ground.
His attitude was more respectful than before.
Even with a hint of awe.
"Miss Ling, you are frightened."
"I will take you to the meditation center right now."
Ling Zixia lowered her head.
He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
She nodded slightly at Zhang De.
Then.
She seemed to suddenly remember something.
Turn around slowly.
Her gaze.
Throw it behind the moon gate of the garden.
That huge, lush banyan tree.
Between the mottled shadows of the trees.
A figure wearing a moon-white brocade robe.
Standing there quietly.
He didn't know how long he stood there.
I don’t know how much he actually saw.
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