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When will we be able to get her to hand over the antidote...?

The implication of those words caused Su Ling's cold smile to freeze abruptly, and a bad premonition rose in her heart.

"Wan Liang!" Song Qingning's eyes darkened, and she coldly ordered, "Take this man to the imperial prison!"

Imperial Prison!

That was a place where serious criminals were imprisoned. Anyone who entered the imperial prison would be severely injured, if not die.

Is Song Qingning going to torture her to force her to hand over the antidote?!

The excruciating pain in her arm filled Su Ling with fear. "Song Qingning, you can't!"

"Why can't I?" Song Qingning chuckled, a clear murderous intent lurking in her eyes.

The murderous intent was chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.

"You framed the Princess, implicated me, and attempted to poison the Princess. Which of these isn't a serious crime punishable by imprisonment?"

"You're courting death, so I'll grant your wish!"

After Song Qingning finished speaking, she didn't give Su Ling a chance to speak again.

Wan Liang signaled the guards to quickly step forward and tie up Su Ling. Su Ling struggled and cursed, but to no avail, and was soon taken away.

The silver notes in the box were scattered all over the ground, and not far away, the man's body lay in a pool of blood.

The glaring red made Song Qingning frown.

Today is a joyous occasion at the Prince's residence, and bloodshed should not be involved, but Su Ling's intentions are far too malicious.

"I'm sorry, the wedding got bloody!" Song Qingning looked at Cui Xinlan.

Cui Xinlan naturally knew why Song Qingning wanted to kill this man.

If Su Ling takes this man with her, Rou An's innocence will likely be in jeopardy.

"Your Majesty, you're overthinking it. The blood on the ground can be washed away easily." Cui Xinlan met Song Qingning's gaze.

Their eyes met, seemingly in perfect sync.

Knowing that Song Qingning was going to the imperial prison, Cui Xinlan took the initiative to take care of Xie Rouan, saying, "If you have something to do, please go ahead and do it. Xinlan will take good care of Rouan."

Song Qingning could tell that Cui Xinlan was insightful, and she felt at ease letting her take care of Xie Rouan.

Xie Rouan got off the carriage, and Song Qingning glanced at her wrist.

On my wrist, the dark purple area around the wound is getting bigger and bigger.

Song Qingning frowned.

Xie Rouan didn't want her to worry too much, so she smiled, relaxed and optimistic, "Fourth Sister-in-law, it just looks scary, it doesn't hurt. Su Ling also said that this poison won't kill you anytime soon!"

"Besides, I believe that Fourth Sister-in-law can get Su Ling to hand over the antidote."

Xie Rouan had always unconditionally trusted Song Qingning.

"Fourth Sister-in-law will definitely get the antidote!" Song Qingning said firmly. "You wait for me at the manor!"

……

Even during the day, the prison was dark.

The prison was like an impregnable fortress; the stone walls alone were enough to send chills down the spines of those inside, not to mention the instruments of torture that were everywhere.

Su Ling had never seen such a scene before.

She cried out for her release, but no one paid any attention. The jailer, annoyed, gagged her with a rag.

Song Qingning arrived shortly afterward.

She came alone.

Dressed in magnificent robes, he exuded a murderous aura.

She entered the room without immediately asking Su Ling for the antidote, or even glancing at Su Ling. Instead, she sat down on the large black chair in the torture chamber, still fiddling with the hairpin that had injured Su Ling outside the palace.

The more she acted this way, the more uneasy Su Ling became.

"Mmm..."

Su Ling shouted at Song Qingning, her eyes seeming to be cursing.

Song Qingning ignored her shouts and curses as if she hadn't heard them.

Suddenly, a scream came from the next torture chamber, followed by countless screams that reached Su Ling's ears. Her gaze fell on the instruments of torture, and she could almost imagine what kind of torture those screaming people were being subjected to.

She knew that Song Qingning was deliberately trying to scare her, but she still couldn't help feeling afraid.

The cursing subsided somewhat, but the occasional shouts were still trembling.

Seeing that it was about time, Song Qingning finally got up and walked towards her.

"The antidote!" Song Qingning walked up to Su Ling.

The meaning is quite clear from those two words.

But Su Ling gave a cold laugh, "Hmm..."

The only sound coming out was still an indistinct "mmm" sound. Song Qingning ripped the gag out of her mouth, and the next instant, her angry curses came out clearly:

"Antidote? Song Qingning, do you think I'm stupid?"

"If I give you the antidote, you will kill me afterward. You brought me to the prison to force out the antidote, but let me tell you, Song Qingning, give up. No matter what you do to me, even if you kill me, I will not give you the antidote."

"At worst, we'll both die. If I die, Xie Rou'an will die too!"

"Heh, heh heh..."

Su Ling's maniacal laughter echoed through the torture chamber.

Song Qingning listened, disgust in her eyes, and sighed, "You're so stupid!"

She called her stupid again.

Su Ling snapped out of her daze and was about to curse again when she heard Song Qingning's voice continue:

"Su Ling, do you know how much blood is on my hands?"

"I would cut off the enemy's head without batting an eye. I have never been a kind person, but I would not make things difficult for women."

"You poisoned Princess Yu, so fifty strokes of the cane are your punishment. If you behave yourself, you can save your life. Today, you falsely accused me of having an affair with Prince Li, but I don't care much about that!"

"But you actually poisoned Rou'an!"

"If you want to live, and want to use Rou'an's life to save your own, then if you follow our previous agreement and cure Rou'an's poison, I might spare your life."

"Unfortunately... you had thoughts you shouldn't have had!"

Su Ling felt a tremor in her heart when she thought of her previous plan to ruin Xie Rou'an's reputation.

Song Qingning…how did she know?!

She said she had cured Xie Rouan of the poison and that she could spare her life. Was she really serious?

A glimmer of hope ignited in Su Ling's heart, but then a bucket of cold water was poured on it.

"Therefore, you must die! Someone like you doesn't deserve my mercy!"

Must die? !

Su Ling's head went blank.

Coming to her senses, she arrogantly reminded him again, "If I die, Xie Rou'an will die too. Don't you even care about Xie Rou'an's life?"

"Of course I'll protect her life, but your life isn't tied to hers! You have no right to!"

Song Qingning said.

Then, seeing the questioning look in Su Ling's eyes, she raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Do you know that there are things in this world far more terrifying than death?"

"I experienced it in my past life; it was truly worse than death!"

Past life?

Su Ling seemed to realize something. "You...you were talking about your past life..."

"Yes, in my past life!"

Song Qingning glanced at the jade bracelet on Su Ling's wrist. She had been observing Su Ling's physical condition, Xie Xuanjin's reaction, and Xie Yunli's actions over the past few days and could roughly guess some of the reasons behind it.

"I used to have a second aunt and a cousin. Guess how they made me wish I were dead in my past life?"

Song Qingning spoke calmly.

But in her eyes, there seemed to be a raging storm.

The words "past life" kept echoing in Su Ling's mind. Her speculations, accompanied by shock, surged like a tide, and the blood in Su Ling's body seemed to freeze at that moment.

Hearing Song Qingning's words, Su Ling swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she asked:

"For example, how?"