Your Majesty, the Emperor is playing your cards again!

Chapter 501 I will give everything for your happiness
Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind struck him with such force that it knocked his face to the side.

Song Shuan was dizzy from the pain and his ears were rumbling.

He pressed his face with his big hands, turned his eyes with difficulty, and did not forget to support his affectionate face and murmured: "Xiao Shu..."

Liang Fei's pretty face was cold and white, as if covered with a thick layer of frost, and her heart was numb and unconscious due to the pain of despair.

It was true that she had been drugged with psychedelic poison, but before leaving for the Great Buddha Temple, she took the cold scented pills sent by Sister Xia, so in fact, she was still somewhat sober.

She remembered everything he said and clearly saw what he did. His sharp knife was pointed at her heart...

Brother An, whom she had been with day and night for ten years, whom she had devoted all her love to, who she loved so much that she was willing to sacrifice her life for him, pointed a sharp knife at her heart...

He insulted her honor, wanted to take her life, and put the Song family in ruins!

Why is he doing this?

Why would he do this?
The Song Mansion has never treated him badly!

The good concubine had many questions in her heart, but her throat felt like it was stuck with a sharp knife, and it was bloody and sweet, so she couldn't say a word.

She knew that now was not the time to ask questions.

The reputation of the emperor, the reputation of the royal family, and the reputation of the Song Dynasty are all in her hands.

She didn't look at Song Shu'an again, calmed down and looked up at the judge above.

He said coldly: "Since entering the palace, the emperor respects me, loves me, and never neglects me. I have never been humiliated, and I have never attempted suicide, and I have never written a letter to Editor Song. Everything is done by Editor Song." It’s just nonsense, sir, please check it out!”

His voice is not loud, but he has a strong voice.

The students all around were in an uproar again. The presiding judge breathed a sigh of relief and asked as usual: "Then why did you run to the top of Bailu Mountain and try to commit suicide? What happened to the letter in Editor Song's hand?"

Liang Fei said coldly: "I originally accompanied the Queen Mother to the Great Buddha Temple to worship Buddha. In a Buddhist hall, Editor Song suddenly appeared and said that he had something to tell me.

He grew up in the Song Dynasty. I have always respected him as my elder brother. If he has something to say, I will naturally listen.

Unexpectedly, he took the opportunity to drug me with psychedelic drugs and abducted me to the top of Bailu Mountain.

While forcing me to jump off a cliff, he made random remarks and insulted my honor, thereby impassionedly stirring up resentment among the students against the emperor and the royal family.

I was controlled by psychedelic drugs, and I couldn't refute even a single sentence at the time. Someone from the hospital could testify for me.

Mr. Yuanzheng has already helped me detoxify. "

After saying that, he looked at Lin Yuanzheng on the side.

Lin Yuanzheng immediately stood up and said respectfully: "Liang Fei is indeed poisoned by a hallucinogenic poison. This hallucinogenic poison can make people lose consciousness and act like a puppet, only following orders."

Just as Lin Yuan finished speaking, Concubine Liang continued: "As for the letter, it was not written by me. It was the evidence that Editor Song copied my handwriting and forged it himself."

Song Shuan looked heartbroken as if his affection had been betrayed, and said in disbelief: "Xiao Shu, after receiving your letter, I will save you regardless of life and death, regardless of etiquette and laws.

I am even, even prepared to risk my life to get justice for you.

You are my little sister, and I will give everything for your happiness.

You, how could you, how could you say that the letter was not written by you!

That is clearly your handwriting!
If it wasn't written by you, then who wrote it? Tell me, tell me! "