Whether Song Qinghuan actually poisoned Yao Yuechan is secondary.
As long as the soup she brings is really poisonous.
It doesn't matter whether you open your mouth or not. As long as the charges are proven, there will be no injustice.
Xiao Wei kept silent. Originally, he wanted to put Song Qinghuan's matter aside for the time being, but he didn't expect that she would do this to this extent today, so no wonder he was so cruel.
The person who diagnosed the pulse yesterday was the imperial doctor from the Imperial Hospital. The cup of soup was for collecting evidence, so he asked people to put it away. Everyone in front of and behind Yinyan Pavilion belonged to him. Even if someone wanted to cheat, they would not dare to do it under his nose.
Not to mention, Song Qinghuan doesn't have this ability either.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what the couple was thinking, so he just nodded and said: "Of course, everything must be based on evidence to determine the crime. Today, I have to know whether the firewood shed was unjustly imprisoned or not. ."
Zhang Tianhai has no interest in the underworld affairs in the back house, but this does not prevent him from finding something wrong with Xiao Wei.
The matter was settled like this.
Since it was a poisoning case, it was inevitable to ask a doctor to examine her hair. The soup and utensils sent by Song Qinghuan had to be tested, and Yao Yuechan's body was also asked to be examined by a doctor.
Zhang Tianhai had a lot of people on his hands, so he immediately arranged for them to go.
Song Qinghuan spent the night in the woodshed and was in a state of utter disarray. He went back to Qianyun Residence to wash up, changed his clothes, drank a bowl of prepared ginger soup, and then went to Yinyan Pavilion.
Noon has not yet arrived, but the teahouses and restaurants in Kyoto are already full.
Groups of small and medium-sized people gathered around the table, and someone said with a smile: "A lot of things happened when I came to the Yiwang Palace. I heard that someone in the Yamen beat a drum today to complain, and it was the Song family who married into the Yiwang Palace."
As soon as this statement came out, some people immediately echoed it: "What have you heard? This is true. I passed by the Yamen this morning and saw with my own eyes that the person who came to play the drum was a maid who said that their master was unjustly accused and killed his concubine. I went to the side yard all night and there was no news."
"Did you vote or not?" The people at the table were not interested in eating, but just watching the fun, but they were very happy.
"How do you know this?" The man sneered: "This high-end mansion may look rich and noble, but it is the most cannibalistic place. Women, they have never done anything to be jealous."
"No, Princess Song of this city has been in trouble ever since she entered the house. There are new things coming out every day, which are more exciting than those storytellers and opera singers."
A few people were talking to each other, but they treated the events in the Yiwang Mansion as a joke after dinner.
Someone sneered: "Come to think of it, this girl from the Qibei Houfu is really like a straw bag. The Qibei Houfu has been engaged to the king of Yi for many years. They finally got married this year, but the result is not as good as the daughter of the minister of the Ministry of Industry." A few winks."
The man threw a few peanuts into his mouth: "On the day of the wedding, my wife and concubines came together, and I was alone after returning home three times. It was only a few days after we got married, and my reputation for many years was completely ruined. He was still locked in the courtyard of the side room and couldn't even deliver any news, tsk tsk tsk..."
This man was sitting at a table alone. The people next to him heard the sound and turned to look at him, but no one answered him, but the words had already been heard.
The common people did not understand government affairs, and they did not know about Xiao Wei's affairs, but they could clearly see the bustle of the Yiwang Palace.
There were even private bets on which one of King Xiao Wei's main concubines and side concubines would have the last laugh.
Song Qinghuan knew about the heated discussion about the Yiwang Palace among the people in the market, but she didn't know how detailed it was. For this reason, she even used her own money to pay Liu Ping a hundred taels.
The city of Kyoto is very lively, and the palace of the prince is also very lively.
Xiao Wei was injured and had gone to rest early in the morning. It was not convenient for the female family members to accompany the guests, so they all sat in the inner room, leaving Zhang Tianhai to sit in the courtyard with his legs crossed.
There are Xiao Wei's people inside and outside the Yiyan Pavilion, and Zhang Tianhai has nowhere to do anything he wants.
The imperial doctor who was invited from the palace to test the poison had a gray beard and a shambling walk, but he was rich in experience and ordered his disciples to use various methods to test for poison.
Song Qinghuan glanced through the half-open window, then looked back, twisting the handkerchief to look at the flowers above.
Yao Yuechan followed her gaze and glanced at her. She raised her lips and smiled, but her eyes were filled with poison: "Paper cannot cover the fire. Now that there is an imperial doctor in charge, it is even more difficult to hide what my sister has done."
"What did I do?" Song Qinghuan sneered. If she was not sure, could she ask Zhang Tianhai to clear her name in a big way?
Yao Yuechan thought she was struggling, took a sip from the tea bowl and said, "It doesn't matter if my sister doesn't admit it, a drunkard won't admit that he is drunk."
The look of pride on her face was self-evident, but she still said with a look of concern: "Sister is also a sensible person. With your temper, the prince will not be able to keep you sooner or later. If sister is sensible, why not find a way out for herself?
I have to hang myself from a tree."
Song Qinghuan smiled sarcastically, but was not willing to quarrel with Yao Yuechan anymore. Xiao Weike had never been a tree that she could rely on in her eyes. Even if Yao Yuechan could rely on her now, he might not be able to rely on her in the future.
lifetime.
The imperial doctor who tested the poison was an experienced man. Although he was old, he was very methodical in his work and got the test result before noon.
Song Qinghuan and Yao Yuechan were both sitting upright, separated by a floor-to-ceiling screen with hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, the elder doctor said: "The soup is poisonous, and the utensils used to hold the soup are not poisonous either."
Yao Yuechan's face darkened gradually, and she was in disbelief. She stood up immediately, and immediately stopped pretending: "It's impossible. I obviously drank the soup sent by my sister and my stomachache didn't stop."
She was in a panic and said again: "Where is the imperial doctor? Isn't there still an imperial doctor? The pulse that the imperial doctor diagnosed did not say what caused the poisoning or what kind of poison it was, but I was definitely poisoned.
Poisoned."
The imperial doctor listened to Yao Yuechan's words and asked after a while: "In that case, can I take another pulse on my concubine?"
A thin thread stretched out from behind the floor-to-ceiling screen and was delivered to the imperial physician.
He closed his eyes and said nothing, carefully felt the pulse, and then asked after a while: "At first glance, it is definitely a sign of poisoning."
Before Yao Yuechan could be happy, the imperial doctor said again: "But it's just an illusion after all. I think the concubine has eaten too much recently."
There are so many things that conflict with each other in this world, Yao Yuechan never expected that this would be the case.
"Isn't it poisoning?" Yao Yuechan's heart was beating wildly, and the imperial doctor asked again: "Maybe you could tell me what you ate during the day yesterday?
