Listening to Jingshui's words, Song Zhiyuan remained motionless.

"You've been sympathetic."

Jingshui smiled bitterly: "Yes."

She sighed and said, "If the Song family is in chaos, people like the Fifth Young Master will probably become victims of the struggle first. It just so happened that the third master actually suspected that the Grandma was possessed by a strange soul, so I would go with the flow. Anyway, it would also make the Song family fall into public opinion, right? Once the Grandmaster has something wrong, you will also have a grief. In this way, I did what they asked for. As for what they could do, it was their business."

"Is the descendants of the Ning clan found out?"

Jingshui nodded: "I am a slave. I have been in the back house for many years. I have very few opportunities to go out. The other party will give me the information I can get. But the prime minister doesn't have to ask me where the Ning family's stronghold is. I don't know that they have always handed in it. I only know that the old lady named Luang Po who is in charge of the flower garden is helping to deliver the message."

Upon hearing this, Song Zhiyuan looked at Jiang Fulai, who immediately retreated.

"What did the third brother tell you?"

Jingshui said Song Zhiqing again.

"That Master Zhong Tian, ​​did you arrange it?"

Jingshui shook her head: "I don't know, I am only responsible for the Iron Banxian."

Song Zhiyuan leaned in the big chair, chuckled and said, "This is a bit unreasonable. Since the other party has the ability to find this Iron Banxian to deal with my Song family, why bother to expose you in one go? They can accomplish it themselves, right? They are willing to do it. It is not easy to bury a deep chess, but it can be abandoned."

"If I say that all this is followed by the command of the Third Master, you will believe it. Isn't it possible to cover them up? Besides, sacrificing me is better than exposing them? Moreover, a chess piece is out of control, so how can it be used to keep it backfire?"

Song Zhiyuan was silent.

Jingshui said: "It is actually not easy to make a fuck with a tiger. I don't have the ability. Compared to those who are shameful, I am more willing to believe that the prime minister can protect the fifth young master and the others."

Song Zhiyuan sneered: "You are kind and loving to your son, but unfortunately he is just your little master."

Jingshui heard the ridicule inside, and was not annoyed. She just lowered her eyes and said softly: "The Prime Minister has not passed through hell, so naturally he will not understand. People in hell are greedy for warmth."

Song Zhiyuan chuckled lightly and said, "I only ask you, what role does the third brother play in this matter? Does he know?"

Jingshui smiled slightly: "He has the heart to kill evil and suppress demons, what about the prime minister?"

This reply was a bit ambiguous.

"You can figure it out. If you say it, you will kill him directly. In this way, Xiao Wu and the others will lose their father."

"Does the Prime Minister think that the Fifth Young Master and the others have a father now?" Jingshui's voice was extremely cold.

How can such a ruthless person be worthy of being a father?

Song Zhiyuan squinted his eyes and looked at her.

"The Prime Minister should not think that I am trying to sow discord. Compared to the fact that I only let the grandma's reputation be tainted and fell into public opinion, the third master has a desire to kill evil. The back house is lush, why is it to kill evil? Isn't the Prime Minister unaware of it?"

Song Zhiyuan's eyes turned cold.

"How many more detailed works like you are in the capital? Or how many are there in the palace?"

Jingshui grinned, "Your Majesty must keep your promise and let the fifth young master and the others grow up safely."

Song Zhiyuan stood up, and after taking a step, he saw a wisp of black blood overflowing from the corner of Jingshui's mouth, and slowly fell down.
Chapter completed!