Chapter 317 The weather clears up, and they break into the palace.
While they were still discussing what it was, Song Wei suddenly shouted sharply.
"Drink it quickly!"
"Open your mouth!"
Su Daiyue could no longer see Song Wei's face clearly, but she could sense his anger through his voice.
She finally calmed down and didn't want to dwell on what had happened before.
Su Daiyue was panting heavily, her eyelids heavy as mountains. She pleaded, "I really can't go on anymore, just let me have some peace and quiet... just a little while... I want to sleep for a bit..."
"You can't sleep! Wake up!"
The jar in Song Wei's hand trembled, and red liquid slowly dripped down his robes, flowing onto the white jade bricks and forming a shocking pool of blood.
His voice trembled with a hint of tears.
“These are Granny Ma’s ashes, and my blood is in them.”
Ji Qingwu took a breath. Wei Tongyou was right; she hadn't misjudged either.
More and more blood was flowing from Song Wei's feet. The blood wasn't coming from the jar in his hand, but from his body.
However, he seemed completely unaware.
“It was Granny Ma who poisoned you in the medicine to prevent miscarriage. I personally brought you that bowl of medicine. It was the two of us who conspired to harm you. You should hate us. Granny Ma is dead, but I am still alive. You should watch me suffer a terrible death.”
Song Wei pleaded, "Yueyue, you'll feel better if you drink it."
No matter what Song Wei said, Su Daiyue did not respond. Her eyes were unfocused, and her face was full of pain.
Song Wei's face twisted instantly: "Open your mouth and drink it, drink it now!"
Su Daiyue said, "Miss Ji, Miss Ji..."
"Please help me, please pull him away. I don't want to be with him. He brought medicine again, didn't he? I don't want to take medicine, I don't want to abort the baby..."
Hearing Su Daiyue's words, Ji Qingwu sighed.
The child was long gone; it was this man who fed his wife the medicine. On her deathbed, Su Daiyue was haunted by the memory and fear of that bowl of medicine meant to prevent miscarriage.
Upon hearing Su Daiyue's words, Song Wei's arm stiffened. He slowly lowered his head, and ripples appeared in the jar as water droplets fell in.
He suddenly rushed towards Ji Qingwu, but Wei Tongyou hid behind her and didn't have time to protect her.
But Song Wei knelt down half a zhang away from her.
This posture also revealed the gruesome, grotesque knife wound on his thigh. Ji Qingwu tucked the bottle of medicine powder he was about to throw into his sleeve.
Song Wei's eyes were bloodshot. He knelt and shuffled forward half a step, pleading, "Please save her, save my wife."
"It was my fault before, it was all my fault. I was blinded by hatred and bewitched by Granny Ma's sweet words."
The person on the bed was exhausted, his eyes closed in weariness, it was unknown whether he could still hear what he was saying.
Ji Qingwu said, "But you were the one who brought that medicine over. There's no medicine for regret in this world, and there's nothing I can do to save your wife."
Upon hearing her say that there was no way to save him, Song Wei's body trembled.
He clutched his head and cried out in anguish, “She killed my child. I just wanted her to experience what I felt. I didn’t want her to die. I just wanted to punish her and teach her not to act recklessly just because she has a father who is the prime minister, and not to trample me underfoot.”
Until yesterday, Song Wei still thought that Su Daiyue's health could be restored.
They had been married for many years, and as long as she stopped bossing him around and respected him, they could still get along, Song Wei thought.
Unexpectedly, this morning, Su Daiyue's health deteriorated drastically, and she began to fall into a coma. It was only after he went to the storeroom and found some wild ginseng that he had secretly stored away to keep her alive that she regained consciousness.
It's said that preparing the coffin and funeral clothes early can bring good luck, so the whole household is busy making preparations...
Ji Qingwu said, "Ma Pozi is your mistress's biological mother, how could she tell you the truth?"
Song Wei shook his head and denied it: "I checked, that poison is not fatal."
Ji Qingwu said, "Your bowl of soup won't be fatal, but did you test the nourishing soup that Ma Pozi gave her? She was already weak after the miscarriage, and the accumulated toxins made the attack even faster."
"She won't die. We talked about wanting a son, but she said she didn't want a daughter, and I..."
Song Wei could no longer speak; his tearful appearance was a pitiful sight.
He collapsed to the ground, unable to accept that she was really leaving him.
Wei Tongyou, who was listening to the love and hate between the couple, frowned so deeply that her eyebrows looked like they were tied in knots.
Ji Qingwu had never encountered a couple with such a complex mix of love and hate.
She whispered, "Lord Song, instead of going through these futile efforts, why don't you accompany her on her final journey? There are some things that need to be said, so let's make them clear now."
"We're going out now."
How the couple decides to say goodbye is their business.
After the two left the main house, Wei Tongyou pulled Ji Qingwu aside and asked the question she hadn't asked earlier.
"Are you really going to the Su family?"
Ji Qingwu nodded.
Wei Tongyou hesitated for a long time before saying, "After all, it is Madam Song's dying wish, so we still have to go. We can go now, it's broad daylight, and that old pervert isn't home. You can give the hairpin to her mother, and then we can go back to the Wei family together."
Ji Qingwu shook his index finger and said, "I'm not going now, I'll go tonight."
Wei Tongyou said, "You're going at night? It would be too dangerous if that old pervert ran into you."
She was very wary and said, "You know, I'm younger than you, and he likes young girls. I'm in more danger than you. If I go, it'll be like a lamb entering a tiger's den."
Ji Qingwu moved closer to Wei Tongyou, lifted her chin, and looked her over.
"Su Fengyue prefers women who are as pure and noble as the moon, and you...?"
Wei Tongyou glared at her and said, "What about me?"
Ji Qingwu said, "You're not a little lamb, you're a little sun full of energy."
Wei Tongyou pursed her lips, suppressing the urge to curl her lips into a smile.
Ji Qingwu released her hand and winked at her.
"Do you think I'm going to swagger in through the front door and wander around in front of him? Do you think I'm that stupid?"
Wei Tongyou shook her head sheepishly, then awkwardly touched the back of her head with her hand.
At this moment, Song Wei's grief-stricken wails echoed from inside the house to the outside.
Ji Qingwu sighed and looked up at the azure sky.
The weather cleared up after the rain, but some people will never see such good weather again.
Some people live their entire lives under the shadow of darkness.
*
The sky was clear and blue, making the palace appear golden everywhere.
Zhao Minghong had been standing in front of the most magnificent palace gate for almost half an hour.
These past few days, he has been trying to visit his elder brother, but he has always been stopped at the door by the black-clad guards of the Imperial City Guard. Once or twice would have been fine, but this is the fifth time.
With his head down, Zhao Minghong rushed into the hall when no one was paying attention.
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