Chapter 1660: Chapter 1660: Song Family’s Reverse Scale

Hearing Song Zhiyuan question him, Jiang Fula was well-prepared and respectfully answered, "I’ve investigated, it’s a common folk in Qingping, usually setting up stalls in various towns to tell fortunes, known as the Iron Half-Immortal. He only came to the capital because of disasters back home, but..."

"Who is in his family?"

Jiang Fula shook his head, "This Iron Half-Immortal has no children, he is alone."

"That’s impossible. If he’s being driven by someone, there must be benefits for him to spread rumors at the cost of his life; otherwise, could it be he’s truly ’pleading for the people,’ falsely accusing my Song Family?" Song Zhiyuan mocked coldly.

Jiang Fula was silent for a moment. Indeed, the Iron Half-Immortal didn’t hesitate at all to commit suicide, demonstrating a resolve to die. But in these times, are there truly such heroic people, willing to use their own life to spread a rumor that an old lady is a monster just to protest injustice?

The action of the Iron Half-Immortal suggests one: he is being blackmailed or bribed into this; or two: he’s an enemy of the Song Family?

"Could it be a political enemy of the Song Family or someone who harbors deep hatred?" Jiang Fula hesitated to say.

Song Zhiyuan has been in office for many years; having enemies is not uncommon.

"Investigate," Song Zhiyuan said indifferently: "Regardless of who, managing to find someone to bear false witness also indicates effort."

As long as someone recognizes that madman as the Iron Half-Immortal, oh, wouldn’t that add credibility to the rumor that Song Ci is a monster?

Song Zhiyuan closed his eyes briefly, then suddenly asked, "Where is the third elder now?"

Jiang Fula froze slightly; why suddenly shift the focus to the third master? His mind was sharp, and upon hearing this, a fleeting thought flashed in his mind, too quick for him to grasp.

"Still at Yuzhu Estate, practicing Taoism with Heavenly Master Zhong every day," Jiang Fula swallowed, cautiously asking, "Prime Minister, do you suspect?"

Song Zhiyuan sneered, "He’s practicing Taoism there, and here comes a disaster followed by a rumor of a monster. What do you think? He might believe I’m the one who ruined him, so he’s fervently seeking evidence. With such a mindset, what’s strange about wanting a bit of revenge?"

Jiang Fula gasped for breath, "How dare the third master!"

That is his stepmother. Though Song Ci is not his biological mother, she has provided him education and necessities for years, never hindering his future prospects, and has been kind.

If he doesn’t appreciate this and seeks revenge against his stepmother based on unfounded suspicions, how is he any different from an ungrateful child?

Moreover, what about the absurdity of claiming a ghost has possessed her?

If he truly harbors resentment, the blame should be directed at the Prime Minister as the monster, not her!

He glanced at Song Zhiyuan but did not dare voice this thought. Song Zhiyuan seemed to see through him, laughing lightly without mentioning the dream.

If this is truly some trick by Song Zhiqing, then perhaps he indeed had a dream remarkably similar to mine. Otherwise, why abruptly ask if I believe in resurrection?

Given such a dream, it’s easy to conjecture that Song Zhiqing has gone mad, believing in the dream, thinking he should be the one in the dream, but now everything has changed, because of whom?

The one the rumor targets is the one responsible.

Song Zhiyuan pinched his fingertips, a trace of dark light crossed his eyes, his thoughts unclear, then when he looked up, his eyes were clear and indifferent.

No matter what, Song Ci, none shall touch. She is the Song Family’s inverse scale, who touches?

Who dies!

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