C29 The Scapegoat Lamb Was Slapped in the Mouth

In the morning, the entire palace was bright. The faint sunlight penetrated through the misty fog and gently fell on those who didn't want to. The glazed roof tiles shone with a little bit of light.

Meng Zixian had burned the night before. When she woke up, she was exhausted. When she woke up, her eyes were misty. She exhaled a breath, which swirled in the air for a while before disappearing.

"Little Lord, you're awake?" Ling'er entered with soup.

Meng Zixian could smell the strong smell of medicine from far away. She couldn't help but frown and turn her face to the side.

"Little Lord, you burnt all night last night. This servant is extremely worried."

Meng Zixian remembered that she fainted in Jingfei's sleeping quarters. Who sent her back?

"How did I get back last night?"

Ling'er passed the medicine to her as she replied, "Little master, you were brought back by Jingfei last night. Seeing you like this scared this servant." As Ling'er spoke, she felt a lingering fear.

"Imperial Concubine Jing insisted on personally helping you last night, so I didn't have to do anything. She really is a good person."

When Meng Zixian heard this, she sank into deep thought.

The reason that Jing Fei helped was because Song Que was worried that if her wounds were exposed, there would be more trouble later on. There weren't many people in the harem that could be trusted, and they didn't have much contact with Ling'Er, so they naturally wouldn't trust her.

"Little Lord, quickly drink the medicine. It's not easy for you to have a fever. Don't repeat yourself just because you don't want to take the medicine." Ling'er looked at her worriedly.

Meng Zixian looked at the blackened medicinal plant, her face furrowed, and her heart filled with confusion. Finally, she hardened her heart, picked up the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

A bitter taste spread in her mouth, and the disgust in her stomach almost made her spit it out.

"Little Lord, rinse your mouth!"

After the bitter taste in his mouth was gone, Mencius was so tired that he fell onto the bed.

"Sigh." He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Meng Zixian fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up, she called for Ling'er a few times. When she found that no one responded, she had no choice but to get up and look for the person she was looking for.

He wore an indigo robe, and on his waist was a belt of the same color. His black hair was meticulously tied up, and his slender body was as straight as a pine stick. However, his temperament was cold and hard like frost, making it impossible for others to approach him.

Hearing the commotion, the man turned around, and Meng Zixian saw that it was Song Qi river.

In the day, why did Song Que come in so blatantly?

Before she could ask anything, Song Qi stepped forward and grabbed her neck with one hand. Her breathing gradually disappeared from her body, and her face was flushed red. She moved her hands and feet in order to be free, and blood leaked out from the wound.

"Cough cough!" What the hell is wrong with you!? " Song Qishen threw her on the ground and looked down at her. She coughed and cursed.

"You did a good deed last night." Song Que gave a cold humph.

"Remember, in the future, if you implicate anyone in the palace that you shouldn't touch, I'll make you die a graveless death!" A cold wind appeared in Song Que's eyes as he looked at her coldly.

Meng Zixian didn't know what to do. She didn't even know what Song Qi was doing.

Being pinched and being scolded for no reason also made Meng Zixian angry. She suddenly stood up and said, "You just pinched and yelled at me the moment you came. If you don't tell me what happened, then why did you warn me?!"

"I'm your chess piece, but I don't have to be manipulated by you. If worst comes to worst, we can just die together!"

Meng Zi was so angry that his chest was rising and falling. He stubbornly looked at Song Que, his face unyielding.

"That's right, although I've been poisoned by your poison, I can still pull everyone into the water. Is my life more important, or is your Jingfei more important?"

Perhaps when the word "silent concubine" was mentioned, the corner of his eye couldn't even twitch. Veins popped up on his forehead, and he suddenly attacked Meng Zixian.

"Do you think there's a second time you can win the first time?" Meng Zixian stepped back to avoid the attack, but Song Que didn't budge. The two started to fight.

Luckily, Meng Zixian's yard was remote. Otherwise, they would have been exposed before they could even use a death trap.

Meng Zixian was injured last night and burned for the whole night, but he was still no match for Song Que. He was sent flying by the palm strike. He coughed out a mouthful of blood and lied on the ground.

"You, madman!" Meng Zixian cursed as he endured the pain in his chest and the pain in his shoulder.

Song Que also came and went in a hurry. He looked at her coldly for a while and then left. Meng Zian looked at his back and hit the ground.

When she saw Meng Zian sitting on the ground, she quickly went to help him up.

Ah!" As she touched the blood, Ling'er cried out in a low voice.

They shouldn't involve people they shouldn't involve. Other than Quiet And Steadfast, no one else in the harem would care about Song Qi.

Could it be that something had happened to Jingfei?

Meng Zi grimaced in pain, and her wounds began to ache. She took off her clothes, took out the Golden Sore Medicine from under her pillow, and asked Ling'er to apply the medicine on her.

Seeing such a malevolent wound, Ling'er was so frightened that her hands and feet went soft. However, she didn't say much. When she applied the medicine, her hands shook non-stop and even spilled the medicine.

Meng Zixian wanted to say something, but seeing the tears in Ling'er's eyes and the pain in her heart, she stopped herself.

"Silly girl, what are you crying for, it's just a small injury." Meng Zixian actually tried to comfort her.

Ling'er choked with sobs. "With such a deep wound, there will definitely be scars in the future."

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Meng Zixian waved her hand. In the martial arts world, how could there not be flying daggers? This small injury was nothing to him.

After Ling'er finished bandaging her wounds, she sobbed, "Why did the little mistress and esteemed wangfei suffer so many calamities today?"

When Meng Zixian heard this, it made sense that Song Qishen had just beaten her up and caused her to have internal injuries.

"Jingfei, what's wrong?" Meng Zixian hesitated for a moment before asking.

Ling'er wiped away her tears. "Esteemed wangfei has been slapped by Imperial Concubine Rong in front of so many palace maids."

"My face is broken, and I've lost a lot of blood." Ling'er sobbed.

Concubine? Weren't they still concubines a few days ago?

Meng Zixian had been waiting for this harem for a long time, and he knew that a higher position was important. A higher rank could crush an unfavoured concubine one lower than him.

And it was a slap to the face, in front of many palace maids. It was simply an extraordinary shame and humiliation.

But why did Song Que blame her?

Meng Zijing thought about what he had done recently and decided to hide in Jingfei's bedroom last night.

Could it be that this indirectly affected Jingfei, causing Imperial Concubine Rong to think that Jingfei had overheard their conversation?

Meng Zixian suddenly felt a pain in her head. No matter where she went when she dodged this time, as long as she landed, she would implicate that person.

She suddenly felt a sense of guilt. It was due to her guilt towards Jingfei, but that didn't mean she could be casually beaten up by Song Que. She still held a grudge.

"Oh right, you usually stay in the yard. Why did you run away today?"

"Oh, I heard it's the Southern Barbaric Nether Domain that's about to visit, and the Prime Minister presides over it. He said he doesn't have enough people and needs my help."

As soon as Meng Zixian heard this, she suddenly realized that they were using this position to get Ling'er away from Meng Hao.