The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

Twenty strokes of the cane, followed by three days of starvation—this is not only going to kill Song Siyao, but to torture her to death!

Upon hearing the order, the maids and servants rushed towards Song Siyao. Song Siyao's eyes flashed with cold light. In the blink of an eye, five or six maids and servants fell to the ground, wailing loudly.

"my leg!"

"My arm!"

Song Siyao returned to her original spot, clapped her hands, and said, "Anyone else coming? Let's go!"

The servants were terrified upon hearing this and all backed away, hoping not to be discovered by their master, as they did not want to lose an arm or a leg.

Song Yu'er had witnessed Song Siyao break Meng Zhanting's arm, and she thought it was just that Meng Zhanting was caught off guard, allowing Song Siyao to succeed temporarily.

I never expected Song Siyao to be so amazing.

However, Song Siyao regained her intelligence after the wrestling match. Not only did she regain her sight and hearing, but her martial arts skills also improved.

Before Song Yu'er could think further, she continued to shout at Song Siyao, "Second sister, are you going to disobey your grandmother? Insubordination is a great act of filial impiety!"

"Guards, seize her and beat her severely!" The old lady was determined to teach Song Siyao a lesson today; she needed to establish her authority.

At her command, the servants, though terrified, had no choice but to go forward; this time, the number was more than double that of the last time.

However, just like last time, they all fell to the ground without even seeing how Song Siyao did it, and each of them was injured.

Song Siyao's gaze swept over the old lady, the old lady, Minister Song, Song Yu'er, Song Wenwu and his family one by one.

They swallowed hard, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Song Siyao.

"It's your turn. You can all come up together." Song Siyao said in a nonchalant tone.

"Song Siyao, what are you going to do? Are you going to kill us?" Vice Minister Song asked, pointing at Song Siyao.

“Father, she wouldn’t dare!” Song Wenwu, who had been silent all along, stepped forward.

Song Wenwu is Song Yu'er's twin brother.

He looked at Song Siyao with contempt in his eyes. "Song Siyao, let's make this clear first: I will not be responsible for any injuries or serious disabilities you may suffer. Have you thought it through?"

"Come on, enough talk!"

Song Siyao had heard Hong Shao say that Song Wenwu, relying on the old lady's doting affection for him, had always liked to snatch things from her brothers since childhood.

He was beaten black and blue every time, and then he would go to the old lady to complain, and the old lady would scold the Marquis of Zhenbei.

"Song Siyao, you asked for this. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Song Wenwu clenched his fists and charged forward, looking like he was going to beat him to a pulp.

Song Siyao remained standing still. Just as Song Wenwu's fist was about to reach her, she reached out and grabbed his fist, then twisted it. With a crack, her arm broke.

"what!"

The sudden, sharp pain made Song Wenwu cry out; his face turned pale and he was covered in sweat.

"Want to keep hitting me? I wouldn't mind crippling your legs too!" Song Siyao said provocatively.

"Wu'er!" The old lady grabbed Song Wenwu's arm; this was her precious son. "Someone, quickly call a doctor!"

"Song Siyao, I'll fight you to the death!" The old lady put down Song Wenwu and pounced on Song Siyao.

With a gentle push, Song Siyao sent her sprawling backward to the ground, her bottom nearly bursting open.

"Who else? Come on!"

Wherever Song Siyao's gaze fell, no one dared to meet her eyes; everyone fell silent.

The fire had been extinguished, but the crackling sound of the firewood was deafening in the quiet night.

"You've all seen this clearly. Even all of you combined are no match for me. Don't mess with me in the future, or your fate will be even worse than today!" Song Siyao stared at Song Yu'er. "Especially you, my dear third sister, using such despicable means to frame me. You're not even worthy of being my opponent!"

Just then, Yu Xiang returned, saying, "The Prefect of the Capital has arrived."

Although Song Yu'er said not to report it to the authorities, Yu Xiang still went.

Song Yu'er was prepared. Yu Xiang was stopped at the gate by the servants she had arranged. However, Yu Xiang was skilled in martial arts and knocked the two servants unconscious before leaving.

Now, Song Yu'er looked at the two servants standing next to Yu Xiang, their faces bruised and swollen, and felt both angry and panicked.

"I have received a report that criminals have set fire to the Zhenbei Marquis's residence and committed atrocities, nearly resulting in deaths. What exactly happened?"

The Prefect of Jingzhao was Chen Jiang, who was known throughout the capital for his incorruptibility and impartiality.

"Lord Chen, I am Song Siyao. Yu Xiang, who just went to report the case, is my maid." Song Siyao stepped forward and greeted Chen Jiang.

When Chen Jiang saw Song Siyao, he thought of her father and brothers who had died on the battlefield, and he also thought of his younger brother Chen He who had died on the battlefield.

Chen He is also his only relative. Like Song Siyao, he is now all alone.

“Lord Chen, it’s so late and you’ve gone to all this trouble. This is a small matter that my household can handle itself. Why don’t you come with me and have some tea and rest?”

As Song Shilang greeted them, he also gave them a look, signaling the servants who had been beaten and were lying on the ground to leave quickly.

"The Prefect of the Capital is ordered by the Emperor to safeguard the peace of the capital. Whenever someone reports a crime, no matter when or where, he must be on the scene and the case must be solved. Does Minister Song mean that I should disobey the Emperor's orders?"

Chen Jiang spoke seriously, and Vice Minister Song quickly waved his hand with a smile. He was not worthy of such a serious charge. "Lord Chen, you misunderstand."

"Miss Song, tell me what happened?" Chen Jiang asked Song Siyao.

It was only natural for Song Siyao to question her after she had reported the case.

However, in Song Yu'er's and the others' eyes, Chen Jiang was deliberately favoring Song Siyao.

“Lord Chen, my third sister was imprisoned in the ancestral hall when it suddenly caught fire. She said someone deliberately set it on fire and burned her to death. The servants also found a purse in the weeds by the roadside. I thought this matter was no small thing. If we don’t report it to the authorities and catch the culprit, what if the culprit commits more crimes in the future? So I reported it to the authorities,” Song Siyao said.

“That purse is yours! Second sister, why don’t you admit it?” Song Yu’er asked loudly.

"What makes you think the purse is mine?"

"The purse has the character '摇' embroidered on it, isn't that yours?" Song Yu'er said matter-of-factly.

Song Siyao took the purse and looked at it, then handed it to Chen Jiang. "Lord Chen, this purse was newly embroidered today. The stitches are rough. The person who embroidered this purse was in a hurry and injured their hand. The blood from their hand got on the purse and left a mark."

She calmly and composedly told Chen Jiang about her discovery: "This sachet has a special fragrance called plum blossom scent. This fragrance has a unique characteristic: once you get it on you, it can last for several days without dissipating."

Chen Jiang immediately understood. "Someone, check everyone in the manor. See who has an injured hand? And who uses plum fragrance?" "Yes, sir."

Chen Jiang continued, "The rest of you, follow me into the ancestral hall."

Song Yu'er couldn't stop Chen Jiang from handling the case; her heart was in her throat.

Less than half an hour later, Chen Jiang came out after inspecting the scene. "The murderer isn't Miss Song, it's..."