"Mom, it must be Song Wanqing's fault!"
Song Zhiqiu gritted his teeth, "You saw it too. As soon as she came in, she touched my face."
She pointed at Song Wanqing and cursed, "It must be her. She doesn't want me to marry Brother Yi and is deliberately sabotaging it."
Chen Qinglian looked very ugly. She didn't expect that Song Wanqing saw through their trick and used it on Song Zhiqiu.
These days, every time she went to see Song Wanqing, she would smear some cinnabar on her hands, and while she was caring about Song Wanqing, she would poison Song Wanqing's face.
The cinnabar is colorless and odorless, and Song Wanqing's face was already ruined, so it was difficult to detect any abnormalities.
She saw Song Wanqing's face getting worse and worse, and she thought Song Wanqing had been kept in the dark.
Unexpectedly, Song Wanqing found out and used the same method to harm Song Zhiqiu on such an important day.
This matter cannot be let go!
"Qing'er, I have always regarded you as my biological daughter, and Zhiqiu also regards you as my biological sister. But I didn't expect that you hate her so much?"
Chen Qinglian looked extremely sad, "You let us down so much."
"Mother, sister, I think you have misunderstood. When I saw my sister's face, I couldn't help but think of myself in the past, so I touched it." Song Wanqing looked innocent.
"No way, it must be you." Song Zhiqiu hated it.
Song Wanqing shook her head helplessly, "Sister, you really have wronged me. My hands are really not poisonous."
"Come here, bring a basin of water." Chen Qinglian suddenly said.
Since she dared to use this poison, she had naturally inquired about the relevant matters.
She said with certainty, "As far as I know, cinnabar will turn into vermilion when it comes into contact with water. Qing'er, if you want to prove your innocence, just wash your hands in front of us."
"Yes, wash your hands." Song Zhiqiu nodded with burning eyes.
"I didn't expect my mother to be very knowledgeable about poisons." Song Wanqing said with profound meaning.
Soon, the water came.
Everyone looked at Song Wanqing.
"It's really not me..."
"Wash quickly!" Song Zhiqiu stepped forward and pushed Song Wanqing's hand into the water.
Everyone held their breath and watched the changes in the water without blinking.
However, after a while, the water was still crystal clear and showed no signs of turning red.
"How could this happen?" Song Zhiqiu was dumbfounded.
Song Wanqing laughed in her heart. The water would naturally not turn red because there was indeed no cinnabar on her hands.
She put some cinnabar in the powder box, and she had just touched Song Zhiqiu's face in order to scratch several extremely small wounds on Song Zhiqiu's face.
It's a pity that these idiots have ignored that the cinnabar must have a wound before it can be poisoned.
She took her hand out of the water, but did not take the dry towel handed over by Shen Yu to wipe her hands. Instead, she went over and grabbed Chen Qinglian's hand.
"Mother, you should believe now that I was wronged." She said pitifully.
"It's turned red. Madam's hand has turned red." Chen Yu was the first to notice the abnormality and screamed next to him.
Song Wanqing was so frightened that she quickly let go of Chen Qinglian's hand, "Mom, what's going on? Why does your hand turn red when it touches water?"
The accident happened so fast that Chen Qinglian had no time to react.
"Mother, you are Zhiqiu's biological mother, how could you poison her?" Song Wanqing asked heartbrokenly.
"But..." Song Zhiqiu wanted to say that Chen Qinglian had never touched her face.
"Zhiqiu, don't blame mother," Chen Qinglian interrupted Song Zhiqiu, "Mother just didn't want you to marry the King of Chu and be his concubine. She was confused for a moment, so..."
"Mother!" Song Zhiqiu clearly understood that Chen Qinglian would not harm herself.
She had a look of anger on her face, but she was helpless, "Mom, I know Qiu failed to live up to expectations and let you down."
"My good daughter, you have been wronged. Don't worry, this poison will dissipate within three to five days." Chen Qinglian felt extremely distressed.
Song Wanqing looked at the mother and daughter in front of her with satisfaction.
Will it disappear in three to five days? That's the usual cinnabar!
And the cinnabar she personally prepared for Song Zhiqiu would take at least three months to dissipate.
They made her look like an ugly monster for a month, and she naturally wanted to pay back double the amount.
"Okay, there's nothing going on here," Chen Qinglian didn't want to see Song Wanqing at this time, "You go back first, and we'll go to the Prince of Chu's Mansion for a banquet later."
"Okay." Song Wanqing left with Chen Yu.
As soon as she left, Song Zhiqiu became furious, "Mom, my face must be caused by Song Wanqing."
Chen Qinglian nodded in agreement, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn't find any evidence. If they investigated further, they might have to find out that she had been poisoning Song Wanqing.
"Zhiqiu, we will suffer the consequences of this." She persuaded softly, "Don't forget, your face is temporarily ruined, but Song Wanqing..."
When she thought about seeing Song Wanqing's face festering like that this morning, she felt particularly happy, "I'm afraid it won't be useful for the old Chinese doctor to come back."
Song Zhiqiu finally relieved his hatred.
"Mother," she asked a little disappointed, "why doesn't Brother Yi agree to come to marry me? Is he still angry with me?"
"Zhiqiu, stop thinking about it. You are the concubine. This is the rule set by our ancestors. There is nothing the King of Chu can do about it."
Only the main wife enjoys the courtesy of her husband coming to marry her, while the auxiliary wife can only be married by her natal family.
"It's all Song Wanqing's fault."
Chen Qinglian coaxed her again with a gentle voice, "I'll carry the dowry with you for sixty-four years. Many royal wives don't get this treatment."
"Besides, after a while, your aunt, Concubine Jing, will also come to see you off for marriage. Song Wanqing can't even think of such treatment."
Soon, Concubine Jing's sedan arrived, bringing ten loads of dowry.
Concubine Jing, named Chen Yipei, is Chen Qinglian's half-sister and one of the four concubines in the harem. She has a very noble status.
Today, she came to see Song Zhiqiu as a bride, and she really made Song Zhiqiu happy.
"Zhiqiu thanks Imperial Concubine Jing."
Concubine Jing frowned, "What's wrong with your face?"
"It's all Song Wanqing's fault. She poisoned me." Song Zhiqiu knelt on the ground, "Please ask my aunt to make the decision for Zhiqiu."
"Is this Song Wanqing really a different person?" In Concubine Jing's memory, Song Wanqing was just like her mother Shen Yue, not wary of others, and even more trusting of her sister Chen Qinglian.
But recent events always make people feel that Song Wanqing is completely different from before.
"Yes." Chen Qinglian nodded.
Chen Yipei's face darkened, "Qinglian, you have to understand that there are some weapons that can kill everyone, but if you can't get it, you may be the one she kills in the future."
She coughed lightly and said, "I heard that Qing'er has been very close to Xiao Jiu'an recently. You should make plans early."
"Qinglian understands."
Chen Yipei smiled and turned to look at Song Zhiqiu, "Zhiqiu, my aunt knows that you have been wronged about what happened this time, but don't worry, the King of Chu has promised your aunt that when you marry, he will promote you to the throne soon." My wife, please be patient for a while."
"Thank you, aunt."
