"It was... Eunuch Fang... who killed the man... Eunuch Fang... made deceive Her Highness the Empress Dowager..."
Li Sangruo had already heard from Wei Zheng, but she wasn’t particularly concerned about the cris committed by Fang Fucai.
She just wanted to wrap this matter up quickly.
"How badly is he hurt?"
Song Shou’an’s death would be best.
However, Wei Zheng gave her a disappointing answer.
"Before I ca to Xinzhou, the Great General was carefully tending to his wounds. His face and... below were ruined, but the rest were just external injuries, nothing serious."
Li Sangruo didn’t hear clearly.
"What did you say? What’s ruined?"
Wei Zheng glanced at her, picked up a small porcelain jar beside the torture rack, and presented it to Li Sangruo with both hands.
"The Great General gave this to . He instructed to personally deliver it to the Empress Dowager..."
Li Sangruo still didn’t react, "What is it?"
Wei Zheng glanced at the half-dead Song Shou’an, "It’s Song Shou’an’s... thing. The Great General had it cut off and preserved in salt. With this weather, it shouldn’t have spoiled..."
Li Sangruo’s mind exploded with a bang.
Her gaze moved slowly from Song Shou’an’s face to the jar, where the salt-pickled object had discolored, exceptionally hideous...
A wave of nausea overwheld her.
"Ugh..."
Suddenly, she covered her chest, retching, and extended her hand to Wei Zheng.
"Help out, quick! Get out of here."
Wei Zheng took her arm and looked back at Song Shou’an, who was struggling and groaning on the torture rack.
"What about this thing?"
Li Sangruo gave him a fierce glare without looking back.
"Throw it to the dogs."
Wei Zheng sneered inwardly and whispered, "What about the man nad Song? He colluded with Fang Fucai, deceived the Empress Dowager, his cri is atrocious..."
"Let him die. Let him go to hell." Li Sangruo gritted her teeth, thoroughly disgusted, not willing to stay for half a step longer, leaving Song Shou’an to howl in agony.
The door was shut heavily once again.
Wei Zheng said, "According to what I said, Song the traitor can’t die just yet..."
Li Sangruo shot him a fierce look.
"What did you say?"
Wei Zheng said, "I believe that Song the traitor is an important witness in the case against Fang Fucai; he can’t die yet."
Li Sangruo never had the intention of dealing with Fang Fucai.
Firstly, Fang Fucai was loyal to her, easy to command, and she didn’t care about the little money he embezzled. Who didn’t covet sothing? If soone else took his place, he might not be as useful and could be even more corrupt.
Secondly, the dog-eat-dog fight between Wei Zheng and Fang Fucai had not just begun. It was rely a contest for favor. She had seen plenty of conspiracy and framing and didn’t really want to crush Fang Fucai just to please Wei Zheng.
Them biting each other was what Li Sangruo wanted.
No absolute loyalty, but absolute enemies. Their hatred for each other allowed her to maintain balance...
She had learned this from the Emperor of Xifeng.
Otherwise, how could the fragile Emperor manipulate Pei Chong and Pei Jue father and son, making them charge into battle for him?
She had learned a lot from that prematurely deceased man.
All taught by him, all of it...
Li Sangruo walked briskly, her arm a bit stiff, as if chased by ghosts.
"As for Fang Fucai, I will reprimand him, you need not intervene, leave that to . The most urgent case for the Imperial Cavalry Division right now is to find out who is behind the troublemakers in Andu County... They’re ruining my reputation, and yours as well..."
At this, Li Sangruo seed to suddenly realize sothing and pressed her lips together coldly.
They were only attacking her.
Even the affair between Wei Zheng and Luo Yue had been exposed...
Damn it!
She chuckled lightly and gave Wei Zheng a dark look.
Her suspicions of him grew anew.
Wei Zheng seed not to notice, still trying to convince her as he held her icy arm.
"Your Highness, if small evils are not addressed, greater evils will beco incurable."
"Do you follow your advice or mine?" Li Sangruo grew impatient, her face as white as a ghost’s.
Wei Zheng just realized that her complexion was very poor.
"Your Highness, are you feeling unwell? Should I summon the Imperial Physician?"
"No need..." Li Sangruo’s words were cut off as another bout of turmoil churned in her abdon, as if soone was rummaging through her viscera.
Each ti Song Shou’an’s thing flashed through her mind, the nausea increased.
After another bout of vomiting, she caught her breath.
"Enough, summon the Imperial Physician."
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