Princess Zhaorong knew that she had made a big mistake today. If she was brought back to the house by her father in such a dejected state, she would never raise her head as a human being in her life, and her reputation would be ruined.
She didn't believe that she would get some strange disease for no reason. She had never heard of tinea versicolor or psoriasis!
During the three years of practicing martial arts with her master, her health has been very good, and she has not even had a cold or cough.
So the only way she can save herself now is to find the person who framed her and wash away the shame on herself.
The first person she thought of framed her was Shen Ning, but from the beginning to the end, Shen Ning never came close to her, nor even touched her with a finger. Putting aside Shen Ning's suspicion, the next most likely The possible person is Xiao Ru.
Just now it was Xiao Ru who brought a cup of hangover soup. Although she didn't drink the hangover soup, she touched the bowl with her hand. Maybe the girl applied some medicine on the wall of the bowl and tampered with it.
That must be it!
No wonder my body started to itch after I put down the bowl, so it must be Xiaoru!
There is another possibility that the problem lies in the bottle of honey incense that Shen Ning gave to her, but whether it is honey incense or hangover soup, it is all a trick played by her master and servant!
The more Princess Zhaorong thought about it, the more she was right, and the more she thought about it, the more she hated her. She glanced at Shen Ning fiercely from the corner of her eye.
But this time she learned wisely and knew that if she pointed the finger directly at Shen Ning, her cousin would definitely not stand up to speak for her, so the person she grabbed was Xiao Ru. No matter how much the emperor's cousin liked that woman, he would not be able to speak for her. I won't stand up for a slave.
As long as it is proven that he was framed by that slave Xiao Ru, he can restore his innocent reputation, and he can also pull that vixen little bitch off the throne of the queen.
Princess Zhaorong had made a plan in her mind. She suddenly grabbed Xiaoru's wrist, dragged her to her side, and stared into her eyes.
"It's not you? It wasn't you. Why are you panicking? Why are you so nervous? Why are you so nervous that your whole body is shaking? You still say it wasn't you? You clearly have a guilty conscience! Tell me, what did you do in that bowl of sour plum soup!"
Xiaoru panicked all of a sudden. She tried her best to break free from Princess Zhaorong's hands, but Princess Zhaorong had been practicing kung fu for three years and her hands were very strong, so she couldn't get away at all.
"It's not me, it's really not me, I... I didn't do anything, really, really, I didn't do anything." She was panicking, tongue-tied, and even stammered over her words.
She had never told a lie since she was a child. This was the first time in her life that she had lied. Her face turned red and she was extremely panicked.
Because she did put medicinal powder in the bowl of sobering soup. Now under Princess Zhaorong's aggressive questioning, she felt so guilty that she couldn't help but look at Shen Ning.
Seeing Xiaoru's panicked look, Princess Zhaorong became even more convinced that it was her!
She sneered: "My princess, I see that you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Come here, my princess, give this slave a hard beating until she tells the truth!"
Xiaoru was trembling all over, but she bit her lip tightly, thinking, even if she beats me to death, I will never betray my eldest daughter.
Several wolf-like guards rushed over and grabbed hold of Xiaoru like an eagle picking up a chicken.