"Your Highness!"
Chaos erupted instantly around them; they hadn't expected such a pleasant lakeside banquet to turn into so many unexpected events.
In previous years, when Song Zhiyu was not present, the lake tour banquet was not like this.
“Miss Song, if you hadn’t spoken so recklessly, the young master wouldn’t have been so angry that he fainted. If the young master were to suffer any serious consequences today, you would be guilty even if you were to die a thousand deaths.”
At this moment, the young man in brocade robes who had been following behind the Prince's heir immediately jumped out and spoke up without any politeness, attempting to confuse the public and push all the blame onto Song Zhiyu.
After saying that, he raised his hand and gestured urgently, "Hurry up and carry the young master back, and be quick about it. If anything happens, your worthless lives won't be enough to compensate for it."
"Wait a minute."
Before the words were even finished, Pei Qingyan blocked the path of the servants who had taken two steps.
They carried the prince's son with both hands, moving very carefully, and dared not forcefully confront him when their path was blocked.
"The Prince's son fainted because he was so angry that he couldn't recover in time. In addition, he had just fallen into the water and his body is still weak. Moving him back and forth is not good for his recovery."
If we return to the manor and encounter some quack doctors who fail to cure the young master, then it will be my fault. Fortunately, I possess some medical knowledge and have a way to wake the young master.”
Song Zhiyu noticed that the Prince's finger twitched, and seeing that they were in a hurry to carry the person back, she quickly understood their intention.
The prince's heir fainted from anger in front of everyone. If he were alright, it would be fine, but if something happened, it would be her fault.
Public opinion is a powerful force; if the prince exerts even a little pressure, she will lose all her reasoning.
Therefore, she couldn't let the prince leave this place in a daze.
Once she returned to the Prince's residence, the Prince's heir would be entirely under their control, and she would be in a passive position.
Moreover, she would seek revenge tenfold for the Prince's son's malicious arson, his plot to frame her for falling into the water, and his attempt to ruin her reputation.
The man in brocade robes looked flustered and uneasy. He had actually forgotten that Song Zhiyu knew medicine. "No need. The Prince's mansion has physicians with excellent medical skills. There's no need for you. I'm afraid you might harbor resentment and use the excuse of treating the illness to harm the young master."
With just one pulse diagnosis, Song Zhiyu could see the clues, and then the young master would lose face big time.
Their next plans will also be stillborn.
After saying his last words, he hurriedly waved his hand, trying to forcibly take the person away.
Pei Qingyan raised his hand and pressed down on the shoulder of a servant. With a little force, the servant seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.
He turned his head to look at the large, well-defined hand on his shoulder, then shifted his surprised gaze to Pei Qingyan's face. Seeing the man looking calm and composed, as if he hadn't exerted much force, his expression twisted slightly.
A civil official possessed such great strength.
The atmosphere was somewhat tense; with Pei Qingyan blocking their way, they couldn't leave even if they wanted to.
"Don't rush, what are you afraid of? With so many eyes watching, I can't do anything. But if the young master leaves here, who knows what might happen? I think my medical skills are still quite good."
As soon as he said this, others immediately chimed in to agree.
“Song Zhiyu cured the Eldest Princess and saved His Highness the Crown Prince, so her medical skills are beyond doubt.”
"Indeed. The Princess's old ailment was incurable by renowned doctors all over the land, but it was cured by Song Zhiyu. If she can cure such a difficult disease, how could she not cure the Prince?" Although these young noblemen and ladies looked down on Song Zhiyu's status, they quite recognized her medical skills.
If curing the eldest princess was a matter of luck, was curing Ling Yuan also a matter of luck?
They don't believe it.
Shen Jinshu bit her lower lip, twisting the handkerchief in her hand fiercely. Listening to the murmurs around her, her face grew increasingly gloomy.
She really underestimated Song Zhiyu.
The current situation is unfavorable to her; the more she says, the more mistakes she might make, so she can't act rashly.
Besides, she was confident that the fire wouldn't reach her.
After all, the heir of the Prince was firmly in her grasp.
Suppressing her resentment, Shen Jinshu stood quietly to one side, coldly watching Song Zhiyu in the center of the crowd, her chilling aura evident.
After a moment, she shifted her gaze from Song Zhiyu, and as soon as she looked up, she met a pair of deep, dark eyes that exuded an icy chill.
Shen Jinshu was taken aback. When she saw who was looking at the eyes, she saw Pei Qingyan slowly withdraw his gaze, leaving her with only a well-defined profile.
The man, dressed in a light blue robe, stood tall and straight, like a bamboo shoot standing in the crowd. His gentle and refined temperament was particularly eye-catching, completely different from the cold and deep eyes he had just had, as if it were all just her imagination.
"Fourth Brother, don't you think Second Sister and Lord Pei Qingyan seem a bit too close? Otherwise, why is Lord Pei always by Second Sister's side? Could it be that they..." Shen Jinshu hesitated, gently covering her mouth with a handkerchief to hide her upturned lips.
Reminded by Shen Jinshu, Shen Yanxi's gaze also fell on the two of them, looking them over and over, recalling past memories.
The more he thought about it, the uglier his face became, until it turned as black as the bottom of a pot, so somber it seemed to drip water.
If Shu'er hadn't discovered it by chance, he might not have realized the familiar atmosphere between the two.
Compared to his older brother, Song Zhiyu was clearly closer to Pei Qingyan.
This discovery made Shen Yanxi feel a tightness in his chest, a mixture of sourness and bloating.
“He’s not suitable for Song Zhiyu.” Shen Yanxi said this curtly, then turned her scrutinizing gaze back.
Shen Jinshu's smile froze, unable to quite fathom Shen Yanxi's meaning.
Did he think Song Zhiyu was not good enough for Pei Qingyan, or...?
At this point, the situation was starting to spiral out of control.
"If you can't cure the young master, then you can expect to face the wrath of the Prince's mansion."
After the young man in brocade robes finished speaking, Song Zhiyu clearly noticed that the prince's eyelashes trembled slightly.
She smiled gently, a sly glint in her eyes, and slowly walked forward, looking down at the prince's pale lips.
"Lu Bai, bring me my silver needles."
Song Zhiyu took the medicine box, took out silver needles, the silver tips gleaming with a cold light, and quickly and accurately stabbed the Prince's arm.
As the needle pierced his flesh, the prince's eyelashes trembled slightly again, and his body tensed up.
Are you faking fainting?
She wanted to see how long he could hold out.
Song Zhiyu smiled, but her hands showed no mercy. She raised her hand and inserted another needle into his painful acupoints, then pressed it down on them without any hesitation.
Soon, dozens of silver needles were stuck into the Prince's arm, standing densely on it, making one's scalp tingle.
The onlookers swallowed hard, looking at Song Zhiyu as if she were the King of Hell.
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