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"It was Shen Tang who drugged me!" Yang Xinyue struggled to her feet and came out.

Shen Tang frowned as he looked at her. Yang Xinyue's face was pale, and a thin layer of sweat glistened on her forehead, but she gritted her teeth, pointed at Shen Tang, and spoke each word with a trembling voice:

"It's Shen Tang. She can't tolerate me, and she can't tolerate the child in my belly."

The crowd immediately erupted in chatter. Members of the performing arts troupe huddled together in twos and threes, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes darting back and forth between Shen Tang and Yang Xinyue.

Shen Tang didn't rush to refute. She stood there, looking at Yang Xinyue, waiting for her to finish speaking.

"You said I put the drugs in, did you see it with your own eyes?"

Yang Xinyue paused, "I...I drank that water, there was medicine in it."

"I'm asking if you saw me put the medicine in your cup." Shen Tang's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear. She took a step forward, looking Yang Xinyue in the eye. "Did you see me put something in your cup?"

Yang Xinyue bit her lip and did not answer.

"No, right?" Shen Tang said. "You didn't see it at all, you were just guessing, weren't you?"

Yang Xinyue's lips trembled, and her voice softened: "Who else but you? In this performing arts troupe, only you want me to get into trouble."

"If I wanted to get you hurt, would I need to drug you?" Shen Tang looked at her. "If I really wanted to harm you, I wouldn't have needed to do anything when you fainted on stage. Anyone could have tampered with you while you were lying there; why are you so sure it was me?"

Yang Xinyue opened her mouth, her gaze lingering on Shen Tang's face for a moment, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

On the outskirts of the crowd, Wang Pingping clenched the hem of her clothes. She watched as Shen Tang took the blame for her, her throat went dry, she wanted to say something, but didn't know whether she should speak.

Zhao Wenjing couldn't hold back any longer. She squeezed out of the crowd and stood in front of Yang Xinyue with her hands on her hips:

"Yang Xinyue, you're really something! When you were feeling awful in the car, who draped a towel over you? Who let you lean against it and sleep the whole way? And you, you turn around and bite me?"

Yang Xinyue gritted her teeth, her voice turning cold: "One thing at a time. She helped me, and I'm grateful to her. But that doesn't mean she won't harm me."

"You—" Zhao Wenjing took a step forward in anger, but Shen Tang grabbed her arm.

"Wenjing." Shen Tang gently shook her head at her.

Zhou Nan stood in the crowd, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes. She took a deep breath and stepped forward: "Commander Ge, it's best to get to the bottom of this. We can't let the innocent get wronged, nor can we let the guilty get away with it."

"Yes, investigate thoroughly!"

"Why don't we just investigate who administered the medication?"

"Let them investigate! Who's afraid of who!" Zhao Wenjing shouted.

Yang Xinyue stood before the crowd, her face showing no sign of backing down: "We have all the evidence and witnesses. Commander Ge, you're not still going to side with Shen Tang, are you?"

Ge Aihua's expression was not good. She looked at Yang Xinyue, then glanced at Shen Tang, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke: "Who said they saw Shen Tang put the medicine in?"

"I saw it." Wang Pingping squeezed out of the crowd and stood next to Yang Xinyue. "I saw Shen Tang put the powder into cup number 2 with my own eyes."

She casually pointed to the row of military green enamel mugs on the table. Wang Pingping's gaze was steady, and her speech was neither fast nor slow, as if she had prepared these words in advance.

Shen Tang followed her finger and looked over—among the row of cups on the table, Yang Xinyue's cup had a "3" printed on it, while the one Wang Pingping was pointing to had a "2".

Shen Tang's eyes darkened slightly.

The military green enamel mugs were issued by the cultural troupe, with white numbers printed on them, each number corresponding to a person. Yang Xinyue's was "3", and Zhou Nan's was "2". However, the edges of the "3" were a bit worn, making it easy to confuse with the "2" at first glance.

Shen Tang turned to Zhou Nan and lowered her voice, "Nan Nan, what size cup is yours?"

"Number 2," Zhou Nan said softly.

Shen Tang's gaze returned to Wang Pingping. Wang Pingping was lying—she had no idea which cup Yang Xinyue was using; she only knew who her target was.

Shen Tang didn't rush to expose her. Instead, she walked to the table, picked up the "number 2" cup, examined it for a moment, and then turned to look at Wang Pingping: "You said you saw me put medicine in cup number 2?"

"Yes," Wang Pingping said firmly.

Shen Tang smiled and said, "Do you know that this number 2 cup belongs to Zhou Nan?"

Wang Pingping's expression froze for a moment, as if something was stuck in her throat, but she quickly recovered and corrected herself, saying, "Oh... I might have misread it, it's cup number 3."

"You keep changing your mind, calling it number 2 one minute and number 3 the next. Did you even see it clearly?" Zhao Wenjing snapped.

"I saw it clearly!" Wang Pingping raised her voice. "I may have remembered the cup number wrong, but I saw her put something in the cup with my own eyes."

Shen Tang didn't rush to refute, but instead turned to Ge Aihua: "Commander Ge, I just saw that there were still quite a few alcohol wipes left in the infirmary. The laxative contains a Chinese herbal ingredient that turns alcohol purple if your hands have touched the powder. If anyone has touched the powder, there should still be traces under their fingernails. Why don't we have everyone take turns wiping their fingers with an alcohol wipe, and we'll know immediately?"

A moment of silence fell over the crowd. Zhao Wenjing was the first to step forward: "I agree! Who's afraid of who!" As she spoke, she reached out her hand and walked towards Shen Tang.

Ge Aihua nodded: "Okay, then let's try them one by one."

Yang Xinyue frowned and stepped in front of Ge Aihua: "No need to waste time! Who knows what tricks she's up to? We have a witness identifying her now, just punish her directly."

"Yang Xinyue, I don't want to waste my time either." Shen Tang looked at her, "but I believe you don't want to suffer for nothing, not even knowing who harmed your child, right? How troublesome can it be to get a finger test? Unless—someone is too afraid to get tested."

Yang Xinyue pursed her lips into a thin line and remained silent.

Wang Pingping stood in the crowd, the color draining from her face. She instinctively pulled her hands back into her sleeves.

Shen Tang gritted her teeth and looked honestly at Ge Aihua and everyone else.

The murmurs among the crowd grew louder, and just as Yang Xinyue was about to speak, a steady but slightly weary voice came from behind the crowd.

"What's wrong with getting tested?"

Huo Xiuyuan strode over, his military uniform still speckled with mud, as if he had just rushed back from outside. He stopped beside Shen Tang, his gaze sweeping over Yang Xinyue before settling on Ge Aihua's face.