"I was ordered to escort the herbs to Liangzhou. I did my best, and even if I didn't achieve anything, I still put in the effort. Why should I make any explanation?" Shen Feng was very stubborn. As long as he insisted that he received the herbs from Song Zhiyu, what did it matter if he was discovered? The fault was not his.
"That person didn't tell you that although Tianxingcao and Shuangxingcao differ by only one character, they are mutually exclusive and their medicinal properties are completely different." By this point, Song Zhiyu still had something he couldn't understand. This batch of herbs had been switched before it even arrived in Liangzhou.
What a masterful deception! What a brilliant move by Shen Feng!
Shen Feng was greatly alarmed; this was completely different from what Ru Shan had said.
Didn't they say that the two herbs look similar and have similar medicinal properties? How come they sound different in Song Zhiyu's mouth?
Shen Feng was in a panic. Even though he realized something was wrong, he wouldn't admit what he had done. "I don't know what you're talking about. Stop trying to frame me."
After saying that, he limped away, his back view showing a hint of panic.
But before Shen Feng could even step out of the clinic, a sharp longsword was placed against his neck, the cold blade pressed against his Adam's apple, making him shiver involuntarily.
"Song Zhiyu, are you trying to kill your father?" He turned around angrily and launched into a tirade against Song Zhiyu.
When the long sword was held to his neck, he had a real sense of foreboding. After all, Song Zhiyu was a rebellious woman with an eccentric personality; there was nothing she wouldn't do.
Song Zhiyu took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped her fingers. "Father, you should make things clear first, so that His Majesty won't have trouble explaining it to you."
"If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have brought you back in the first place. Now you actually suspect your own father and even have someone threaten me with a sword." Shen Feng suddenly stopped, then his expression changed, his eyes becoming complex and deep, clearly intending to use his father's status to pressure her.
Those around who were unaware of the situation couldn't help but look at Song Zhiyu with a condemning gaze upon hearing this.
They never expected that the two were father and daughter; their confrontational demeanor made them seem like enemies.
Regardless of her father's character, it is truly wrong of Song Zhiyu, as a daughter, to have driven her father to this point.
“Miss Song, Marquis Shen is still your biological father. Filial piety is paramount. What you are doing is really inappropriate.”
"..."
Even the renowned physician Ming couldn't resist adding insult to injury, standing aside and speaking in a low voice, "To learn medicine, one must first learn virtue. No matter how superb one's medical skills are, if one's moral character is lacking, one is not worthy of being called a physician."
He still harbored resentment over what Song Zhiyu had said a few days ago, and now that he had the chance, he naturally wanted to return the favor word for word.
If his methods had been followed, the plague in Liangzhou would have been resolved long ago, and we wouldn't be facing this situation today.
Seeing this, a smug look flashed in Shen Feng's eyes. He watched coldly as Song Zhiyu was condemned by everyone, and the situation was more favorable to him.
Song Zhiyu stopped wiping her fingers, slowly folded the handkerchief, and under Shen Feng's increasingly smug gaze, slowly opened her lips, "Three days ago, on his way to Liangzhou, Lord Shen was intercepted by the Northern people hiding in the territory of the dynasty, and the entire cart of herbs was stolen."
As Song Zhiyu's last note faded, Shen Feng's smug expression vanished, replaced by a turbulent surge of emotions within him.
How could Song Zhiyu know about the theft of the herbs, and know it so clearly and in such detail?
But what shocked him even more was yet to come.
"Fearing punishment from His Majesty, the Marquis took a desperate gamble and came up with the idea of using Frost Star Grass instead of Heavenly Star Grass, thinking he could deceive everyone. However, he never expected that the truth could not be hidden forever, and he almost harmed the people of the entire city." Song Zhiyu unfolded the secret letter he had received, on which the words were clearly written in black and white, leaving no room for argument.
Shen Feng stared at the secret letter, his eyes bloodshot, and each word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "You plotted against me..."
"If you don't want others to know, then don't do it in the first place. What's the point of scheming?" Song Zhiyu curled her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
Since she decided to entrust Shen Feng with such an important task as transporting herbs, she would definitely have left herself a backup plan.
If she hadn't prepared in advance, she would be the one who would have been subjected to unwarranted doubt and scorn today.
"Very well, Song Zhiyu, I really underestimated you. You really have everyone under your thumb." Shen Feng said "very well" three times in a row, each sentence coming from gritted teeth, which showed his overwhelming anger.
The unexpected turn of events stunned everyone else, their faces slowly turning red, and their gazes towards Song Zhiyu became somewhat cautious.
It turned out that they had misunderstood Miss Song.
Thinking back to the words of comfort that had contained a hint of accusation, the few people who had jumped the loudest were filled with regret.
What if Miss Song abandons them because of this?
Immediately, they transferred their anger at being deceived onto Shen Feng.
This Marquis Chengen is utterly inhuman. He doesn't value the lives of ordinary people at all, and yet they think Miss Song has gone too far with him.
In retrospect, it was nothing more than reaping what you sow.
The renowned doctor was speechless, his old face turning pale and then red, but Song Zhiyu had no time to pay attention to him at the moment.
"Lord Marquis, you should save those words for when you return to the capital and speak to His Majesty."
Unlike Shen Feng's fury, Song Zhiyu's expression remained completely calm, and even his tone was frighteningly calm.
But this seemingly casual remark sent a jolt through Shen Feng's heart.
He abruptly took two steps back, with only one thought in his mind.
It's over, everything is over.
Seeing Shen Feng's distraught appearance, the people in the clinic finally couldn't contain themselves and anxiously asked Song Zhiyu, "Miss Song, what should we do? Without those herbs, can we survive?"
These words seemed to have flipped a switch; the other people turned pale, their glares at Shen Feng filled with venom, sending chills down his spine.
"I don't want to die! It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, we would have been cured long ago."
They glared fiercely at Shen Feng, and ignoring the soldiers' attempts to stop them, took a few steps forward and slapped Shen Feng hard across the face.
In an instant, it spiraled out of control.
Seeing this, the other people also surrounded him, and disregarding their fear, they punched and kicked Shen Feng.
They're all going to die anyway, why would they be afraid of being accused of assaulting an official of the imperial court?
The people were so agitated that the officers and soldiers couldn't control them, or rather, they didn't dare get too close, fearing they might accidentally contract the plague themselves.
That can kill people.
Seeing this, Song Zhiyu's lips pressed into a straight line, showing no intention of stopping it.
Shen Feng's old wounds had not healed and he was injured by new ones. He held his head and kept making threats, but the people who were blinded by rage didn't care about that and showed no mercy.
In the end, Prefect Li couldn't stand it anymore and forcefully stopped it.
But Shen Feng's body was covered in sores that he looked as if he were soaking in blood. The wound on his shoulder had already split open, and he was in so much pain that he was grimacing.
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