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Rong Jiayi looked at Song Feiwan, who was dressed in a bright red ceremonial robe, with cold and heavy eyes.
The first time in the alley, Song Feiwan had bravely and cleverly subdued an assassin and negotiated terms with him. The second time at the Rong residence, she had again outsmarted him in front of his mother, leaving him speechless. He knew well that Song Feiwan was a woman of deep schemes, and today’s events were undoubtedly orchestrated by her.
He had not intended to get too entangled with her, but in this situation, as the Minister of Justice and a cousin of the Crown Prince, he could not remain silent any longer without losing face.
Thus, Rong Jiayi stepped forward two paces and cupped his hands in salute to the Emperor. "The Ministry of Justice requests a thorough investigation into Song Mingyuan to alleviate Your Majesty's concerns."
The members of the Song family were shaken by his words. The Ministry of Justice was a place notorious for its ruthlessness, and with Rong Jiayi being part of the Crown Prince's faction, would Song Mingyuan even have a chance to come out alive?
Song Mingyuan dared not speak and could only shake his head in terror, pleading with his parents to find a way out.
Song Shuyou was anxious and knelt down, earnestly pleading, "Your Majesty, Mingyuan has always been filial and sensible at home, diligent and studious at the academy, and well-liked among his peers. His behavior today is truly out of character! Moreover, today is my sister's wedding day, with so many esteemed guests present—who would dare to speak disrespectfully?"
Mingyuan might have simply eaten something wrong; he surely did not mean it that way!
Covering his mouth, Song Mingyuan nodded vigorously.
Song Feiwan stood quietly as if she had suffered great injustice. Yet inside, she sneered: he truly thought that way.
After she had beaten Song Mingyuan and thrown him out of Zhaoyang Courtyard, she had been on guard against him. Sure enough, before the wedding, a servant had secretly approached her, saying that Song Mingyuan had given her a large sum of money to tamper with her ceremonial robe.
Song Mingyuan firmly believed that money could make things happen but did not realize that under her mix of kindness and intimidation, the remaining servants in Zhaoyang Courtyard would never betray her.
The servant asked, "Miss, I did not rashly agree to Third Young Master’s request. What should I do next?"
Song Feiwan instructed her to feign agreement while giving her a packet of powdered medicine to secretly add to Song Mingyuan's tea on the day of her wedding.
This packet contained a truth serum she had concocted. When it took effect, it would compel the person to speak only the truth. If Song Mingyuan still held any goodwill towards her in his heart, he would naturally come to no harm.
Now, everything that has happened is his own doing, and Song Feiwan has no intention of showing him any mercy.
After Song Shuyao finished speaking, Prince Xiao Yan stepped forward, his tone sincere. "Father, I have also heard of this Young Master Song San. He is a person of good character and proper conduct. He is not a fool; no matter what, he should not have committed such treasonous acts in front of the court! I am not pleading for him, but I am worried that we are all being deceived by the forces behind the scenes!"
As he said this, he cast a cold glance at Song Feiwan. Since parting from the Zongrong Mansion, this was the first time he had seen her again. The more glorious she appeared, the more it gnawed at him.
Why should he lose face and watch as Shuyao suffered injustice? Why should he be unable to hold his head high in front of the Crown Princess while this despicable woman, who dared to cling to him, received praises throughout the capital?
The outside world was abuzz with rumors that she and Xiao Yu were a match made in heaven. Today’s wedding ceremony was grand and magnificent, with both Father and Consort Rong in attendance. Yet here he was, forced to suppress his rage and hatred while wishing her well!
Ha! He should really take care of her properly!
Song Shuyao knelt on the ground, gazing at Xiao Yan with admiration and gratitude, feeling a slight sense of relief. With the Crown Prince's high status helping her, things should take a turn for the better.
But that was under normal circumstances. At this moment, Consort Rong looked at the Emperor, her beautiful phoenix eyes already brimming with tears.
"Your Majesty, those words came from that wretched child's own mouth! Who forced him? Every word was spoken by him! And regarding the matter of the auspicious attire, a simple inquiry to the Dali Temple will reveal everything!"
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