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

Jiang Hexia boarded the carriage and instructed the driver to speed up. Before long, they arrived at Yitianxia.

She found Feng Bai, grabbed his arm, and said urgently, "Dr. Feng, come with me immediately!"

"Who are you? Where am I going with you?" Feng Bai pried Jiang Hexia's hand away and asked her while standing.

"Never mind who I am, hurry up and save your master," Jiang Hexia said.

Upon hearing this, Feng Bai's expression changed. "What happened to my master?"

"We've been bullied!" Jiang Hexia said anxiously. "Let's go quickly. I heard clanging and banging inside. I guess a lot of people are beating up your master."

She told Feng Bai the general outline of what had happened.

Feng Bai calmed down instead, "Those people can't do anything to my master."

He knew his master's martial arts skills best.

Moreover, her master probably doesn't need anyone to fight for her now; what she needs is someone of high status and authority to uphold justice.

Ever since he learned that Song Siyao was his master, he had carefully inquired about the situation of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion and knew that those people in the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion were all wolves in sheep's clothing.

"Someone, go to the Ling Prince's residence and tell the prince that my master is in danger."

After instructing the medicine boy, Feng Bai followed Jiang Hexia to the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.

At this time, the gates of the Zhenbei Marquis's residence were still closed.

"Dr. Feng, what should we do? We can't get in." Jiang Hexia frowned.

They couldn't break down the door with just a few people.

"You all wait here, I'll go in and take a look first," Feng Bai said.

"How do you get in?" Jiang Hexia asked, puzzled.

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Bai used his lightness skill to fly directly onto the roof.

"Is Sister Song's apprentice that amazing? Then how amazing must Sister Song be as her master?" Jiang Hexia asked, both surprised and curious.

Feng Bai walked to the roof of the front hall and was not surprised at all by the scene before him.

He knew that these people couldn't do anything to his master.

Song Siyao stood in the middle, surrounded by fallen men in black.

Song Wenwu clutched his injured arm, blood streaming down his arm.

Minister Song, Song Yu'er, and Old Madam Song stood at a distance, looking somewhat lost and bewildered.

At this moment, Song Siyao spoke up, "Anyone else want to come?"

Her gaze swept across the land like sharp ice darts, and no one dared to meet her eyes.

"If no one else wants to go, then it's my turn."

Song Siyao spoke in a light and casual tone, as if she were going to play some lighthearted and fun game.

She walked up to Granny He, a slight smile playing on her lips, and asked in a low voice, "Granny He, when I returned to the manor, so many people said they wanted to go back to my courtyard. Do you know why I only kept you?"

Granny He shook her head, "This servant does not know."

“Because I never trusted you. I suspected your identity from the beginning. Keeping you here was just a ploy.” Song Siyao stared at Granny He.

Granny He felt a panic running through her heart, as if a thousand horses were galloping wildly. She avoided eye contact and said, "Second Miss, this servant does not know what you are talking about."

Song Siyao's smile deepened, and the golden needle in her hand twirled, accurately piercing He Mama's painful acupoint.

"what!"

Granny He roared to the sky, her voice deafening.

It felt like a million ants were gnawing at my body, and the pain was so intense that my body was spasming.

Her eyes were filled with despair, and she looked at Song Siyao as if she were seeing the Grim Reaper.

When Song Yu'er and the others heard Granny He's shouts, they couldn't help but shrink back, as if the needle had pierced their own bodies.

Feng Bai clicked his tongue twice. He sat on the roof, resting his chin on his hand, and smiled broadly.

His master's technique of torturing people with needles was unmatched in the world; no one could remain silent under his master's needle technique.

"Now do you know what I'm talking about?" Song Siyao's voice was like a pebble thrown into an icy lake, crisp and cold.

"I know, I know, Miss, please spare me. It was the old lady who instructed me to do it," said Granny He.

"Granny He, how dare you frame me..."

Song Siyao's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his arm, a golden needle flew out from his sleeve and pierced the old lady's acupoint for speech.

Before Madam Song could finish speaking, her mouth was still moving, but no sound came out.

She clutched her throat with both hands, her eyes filled with terror.

Song Siyao was a full twenty feet away from her. How did she manage that?

However, considering that Song Siyao had knocked the assassin she had spent a lot of money to the ground and couldn't get up even before using three moves, she wasn't surprised.

After dealing with Old Madam Song, Song Siyao continued to ask Granny He, "Can you write?"

Granny He shook her head. "No."

"Hongshao, come here. Write down every word she says, word for word," Song Siyao instructed.

"Yes, Miss." In that instant, Hongshao seemed to return to the days when she followed her young general and fought on the battlefield.

Song Siyao looked at Granny He and said, "Continue speaking. If you dare to lie, I will make you suffer a hundred times more than you just experienced!"

"Yes, yes, this servant will tell you the truth." Granny He did not hide anything and told the whole story.

“When you returned to the manor, the old lady instructed me to lie in wait by your side and frame you at a crucial moment.”

"Two days ago, you let your dog bite the Third Miss, so the Old Madam told the Third Miss to go to the Old Madam to complain. The Old Madam originally wanted to ask you to come over and scold you, but you didn't go. So the Old Madam came over, and that's when you two had an argument."

"The old lady found an opportunity and said that the family should eat together. Then she asked me to take the opportunity to poison your food. I put the poison in the fish soup and put the rest in your bedroom."

"Second Miss, I've finished speaking. Everything I said is true. Please forgive me."

Song Siyao stopped looking at her and asked Hongshao, "Did you write it down?"

“I’ve written it all down, Miss.” Hongshao handed the paper to Song Siyao. After Song Siyao looked at it and found no problems, she placed the paper in front of Granny He and said, “Sign it.”

After Granny He signed the confession, Song Siyao took the statement to Old Madam Song and said, "It's your turn."

Old Madam Song glared fiercely at Song Siyao.

"Song Siyao, don't push your luck!" Song Yu'er chimed in from the side.

Song Si glared at her coldly, "Shut up, it's your turn soon!"

Song Yu'er wanted to say something, but quickly shut her mouth. Her eyes kept darting around as she tried to find a way to escape.

Song Siyao released the pressure points on Old Madam Song, then, turning the gold needles, she asked coldly, "Will you write it yourself, or should I help you?"

"Song Siyao, this is torture to extract a confession..."

"what!!!"

Old Madam Song slid off the chair and curled up in a ball on the ground.

She gripped her hair tightly with both hands, pulling it off her head in clumps.

She was conscious, but unable to control her actions. The more she tormented herself, the more pain she felt, and the more excited she became.

She's like a madwoman, torturing herself to death.

"Song Siyao, I'll fight you to the death!" Song Wenwu rushed over, but he was sent flying before he could even touch Song Siyao's clothes.

Song Siyao said indifferently, "Overestimating yourself."

Song Wenwu tried to get up, but he couldn't get up no matter what he did.

Looking at Madam Song, Vice Minister Song felt both pity and hatred. He never expected that Madam Song would instruct someone to poison his mother.

"Are you willing to talk now?" Song Siyao asked Madam Song.

Madam Song nodded repeatedly.

Song Siyao pulled out the golden needle, and Old Madam Song began to give instructions...