Unable to hold on any longer, Song Gu went to find Xuanyuan Yichuan once more.
However, he was told that Xuanyuan Yichuan had already left.
An hour passed, the banquet had not yet ended, and Song Gu couldn’t bear it anymore. He sent soone to find General Song.
When General Song heard this, his expression changed drastically. However, since the Emperor and the Princess were happily conversing, General Song thought for a mont, his face extrely grim, yet he still said, "Your Majesty, I have sothing to report!"
His voice was not quiet and carried seriousness.
The smile on the Emperor’s face hadn’t faded, and he was in an excellent mood. He looked over, "What is it?"
General Song’s expression changed, and eventually, he glared at Marquis Xuan Yuan, saying, "Today, for so unknown reason, my son and Young Master Xuan Yuan had a dispute. After being graciously dismissed from the hall by Your Majesty, their grievances remained unresolved, and to my surprise, Young Master Xuan Yuan even poisoned my son!"
As soon as these words fell, many people’s expressions subtly changed.
Marquis Xuan Yuan stood up directly, angrily saying, "You’re talking nonsense, how dare you fabricate such rumors? My son’s character is upright, and how he truly is, I believe General Song has heard a bit. For such a person, he probably hasn’t even seen what poison looks like, so how could he possibly poison your son?"
General Song snorted coldly, "That’s hard to say; many so-called righteous gentlen are nothing but hypocrites."
Marquis Xuan Yuan was infuriated, "You... you’re spouting nonsense!"
General Song stepped forward, saying, "Your Majesty, my son is outside the hall. If you don’t believe it, you can send soone to bring him in!"
Marquis Xuan Yuan was not to be outdone, saying, "Yichuan’s character is known to Your Majesty, and Yichuan would never do such a disgraceful thing, not to ntion, Little General Song is always known to be highly skilled in martial arts and renowned. Although my son is skilled, he’s simply no match for Little General Song. How could he possibly force Little General Song to consu poison? I urge Your Majesty to investigate thoroughly!"
On such a joyous and auspicious day, the Emperor really didn’t want to deal with such matters.
Listening to their words, the Emperor just felt annoyed.
But Little General Song indeed is a formidable man, courageous, and of noble character.
Although he’s sowhat indulgent, with a reputation that’s a bit unsavory, he is also a talent for governance. With so proper guidance and nurturing, he might not be beyond redemption.
Upon hearing this, the Emperor finally said, "Let him be brought in."
"Yes!" The Eunuch beside the Emperor imdiately complied, "Summon Little General Song, enter the hall!"
"Summon—Little General Song—to enter the hall—"
The voice transmitted layer by layer, and soon, the disheveled Song Gu walked in.
When Song Gu had just arrived, he was wearing a pristine white robe as gentle as the breeze, but now he was covered in dust and dirt.
He knelt in front of the hall, saying, "Greetings to Your Majesty."
His voice was hoarse, as if it was sawing through wood one stroke at a ti, very grating to the ears.
Mo Shu raised an eyebrow, feeling secretly satisfied, and asked Sao Zha in his heart: Is he really poisoned?
Sao Zha: [Yes, this poison will damage his vocal cords and make him mute.]
Mo Shu raised his eyebrows in surprise, saying: That’s quite sothing. Just don’t know who did it.
Mo Shu’s hearing was always extraordinary. Even though Song Gu’s provocative words with Xuanyuan Yichuan below were very, very soft, Mo Shu heard them clearly.
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