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Liu kept referring to herself as "mother," which disgusted Song Qingyan.

She disliked Liu referring to herself as "mother," saying, "Do you want people to hear this and doubt my identity?"

Liu quickly slapped herself in the face and repeatedly admitted her mistake, "It's my fault, it's my fault, I should have been more careful."

She should have been more careful.

Once, she referred to herself as her mother, which was overheard by the servants. Although the servants were surprised, they simply assumed that she called herself "mother" because she had acknowledged Yan'er as her daughter and should address her as such.

Since the servants did not suspect anything, Liu took a chance.

She is Yan'er's mother, and she also cherishes the title of "mother".

But Yan'er is right; we should always be cautious.

"Yan'er, who bullied you?" Madam Liu asked with concern.

"Song Mingtang!" Song Qingyan said through gritted teeth.

Upon learning that the gauze had been soaked in poison, Song Qingyan tore off the gauze from the back of her hand, revealing the raw flesh and blood of the wound.

Song Qingyan threw the gauze she had brought back at Liu Shi, "Look what he's done! He actually soaked poison in the gauze, he's trying to cripple my hand!"

Song Qingyan burst into tears, feeling wronged.

But Liu didn't believe her.

"How could that be? Tang'er is your brother, how could he possibly harm you? When you injured your hand, he even found you medicine to remove the scar! Tang'er would never harm you." Madam Liu said with certainty.

Song Qingyan's sobs caught in her throat.

Song Mingtang knew she would be wary of him, so the scar-removing medicine was just a way to distract her so he could tamper with the gauze she wouldn't suspect.

The gauze was soaked in poison and applied to the wound every day; the consequences were predictable.

Song Qingyan hated Song Mingtang to the core.

She glared fiercely at Madam Liu. "Mother, don't you believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you and Tang'er are related by blood. Besides, Tang'er has no reason to harm you. He's your brother, why would he?"

Madam Liu was certain that Yan'er had a misunderstanding about Tang'er, and she wanted to dispel the misunderstanding between the siblings.

Why did you harm her? Because...

Song Qingyan opened her mouth, almost revealing that Song Mingtang was doing this to get revenge on her.

But she held back.

I can't say.

If even the slightest leak is made, the Liu family will definitely investigate thoroughly.

She couldn't let Madam Liu know that it was she who poisoned Song Mingtang, causing him to lose his hand.

"There's no reason, Yan'er. Tang'er has always doted on you. You are siblings, and you should trust and rely on each other. Although he has lost his title of heir, he is still the eldest son of the main branch, and he is still your hope."

Lady Liu spoke earnestly and patiently.

He added, "Now that he is in trouble, as his younger sister, you should find a way to get him out of the Jingzhao Yin prison so that he can recover from his injuries."

"Tang'er's leg bone was broken, and he didn't receive any treatment in prison, so we don't know..."

Thinking of these things, Liu couldn't help but sob, choking and barely able to speak.

Her mind was only on Song Mingtang, and she didn't even care about Song Qingyan's hands.

Liu cried for a while, wiped away her tears, and took the gauze from Song Qingyan's hand.

"Yan'er, you said someone poisoned the gauze to cripple your hand. It was Song Qingning, it must be her!"

"Is there any other evidence? I'll sue Song Qingning. I'll wear my imperial robes and beat the drum to appeal to the emperor. We can make a big scene. Once Song Qingning is tainted, Song Shiyin will inevitably be implicated. That might make him lose his chance to take the palace examination!"

"In this way, Song Shiyin won't be able to overshadow your brother!"

Liu looked excited, as if she had seen a glimmer of hope.

Every word she uttered was calculated for Song Mingtang's benefit; she didn't even mention avenging her or standing up for her.

In Liu's heart, Song Mingtang was the most important person!

If there were no conflict of interest, she might also be important.

But what if a conflict arises?

Song Qingyan had found her answer.

In Liu's heart, she was no match for Song Mingtang!

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Song Qingyan's eyes, mocking Liu's favoritism and even more so her desire to seek justice from Liu.

"Yan'er, what's wrong?" Madam Liu noticed her unusual behavior.

Song Qingyan forced a smile, concealing all her emotions, "Second Aunt is right, how could my brother harm me? I misunderstood him."

"It's good that you know it's a misunderstanding. Is there any other evidence of poison on this gauze?" Liu pressed.

Still clinging to the same plan they had just made.

She wanted to use this incident to tarnish Song Qingning's reputation and cause Song Shiyin to lose his opportunity.

But what other evidence did Song Qingyan have?

She dared not reveal Yaoshantang to Madam Liu, fearing that Madam Liu would investigate and find out what she had done to Song Mingtang.

Song Qingyan felt resentful and frustrated.

The pain in the back of her hand made her even more resentful.

She can't let Song Mingtang get away with this!

Song Mingtang now knows that she poisoned him. If he is released from prison and actually inherits the Marquis's mansion, he will be a threat to her and cause endless trouble.

It would be better to eliminate him when he is at his weakest!

Song Qingyan lowered her eyes and suddenly spoke, "Second Aunt, I would like to pray to the Bodhisattva."

Lady Liu was surprised.

Since she set up a small Buddhist shrine in the side room and knelt and prayed every day, Yan'er watched with a smile, a smile tinged with disdain, and never prayed with her.

I never expected them to make this request today.

Madam Liu immediately looked pleased and said, "Good, good, good."

Yan'er finally understood and decided to pray for Tang'er together with her.

Madam Liu put down the gauze, pulled her into the small Buddhist hall, lit incense for her, and watched Song Qingyan kneel before the Bodhisattva.

"I hope my brother is doing well." Song Qingyan said sincerely.

Mrs. Liu was increasingly pleased.

After praying to Buddha, Song Qingyan asked her, "Second Aunt, do you think the Bodhisattva can hear my wishes?"

"I can hear you, of course I can hear you," Liu said, though she was also a little guilty.

If you can hear it, why is there no good news coming from Tang'er's side?

Liu comforted herself, saying that the time was not yet right and that the Bodhisattva would surely protect Tang'er.

"It's good that you can hear me!" Song Qingyan frowned.

The Bodhisattva could hear her and knew her true request—to bless her and make her endeavors go smoothly.

Song Qingyan left the Marquis's residence again that day, still wearing a veil.

She went to the Duke of Shen's mansion.

I met Shen Yue in the pavilion in the garden of the Duke of Shen's mansion.

Shen Yue sized her up. She was dressed in white and wore a veil, which gave her a mysterious air. The gatekeeper announced that the woman had something important to discuss with him.

He happened to have nothing to do and wanted to know what important matter it was.

So they had the gatekeeper bring her in.

"You think you can just tell me such important things like this?" Shen Yue's voice was icy, displeased that she was wearing a veil.

Song Qingyan wisely removed her veil.

When her face was revealed, Shen Yue recognized her at a glance, "It's you, the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Yongning's mansion."

The two had met at various banquets in the capital.

Shen Yue still remembered that on the day of Princess Yu's birthday, she fell into the water and he rescued her, and the two had physical contact.

There are countless daughters of officials in the capital, and Song Qingyan is just one of them, not enough to attract his attention.

Now her eyes are sunken, her brows are filled with resentment, and her looks are becoming less and less appealing.

"What business do you have with me?" Shen Yue asked, his interest waning, wanting to get rid of the man as soon as possible.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingyan knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Then she said in a sweet voice:

"On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Qingyan delivered a message for the Crown Prince. His Highness Prince Rui said he wanted to thank her. I wonder if that statement still stands?"