Seeing that Song Baoling's small palm had turned black, in desperation, Jun Tingsheng grabbed the little guy's fleshy hand, held the wound in her palm, and sucked out the venom inside.

"Little uncle, you can't be...dangerous!"

Seeing Jun Tingsheng save herself regardless of danger, Song Baoling used her remaining consciousness to reject him.

However, before she could finish her words, her vision suddenly went dark and she had fainted in Jun Tingsheng's arms.

Mrs. Song next to her was frightened, and she quickly shouted to Nanny Jing next to her: "Quick, go and ask the doctor to come over!"

"yes!"

Grandma Jing was also frightened, she quickly responded, and then hurried out of the house with the two little maids.

Seeing Jun Tingsheng vomiting out a pool of dark blood, Mrs. Song nervously squeezed the dragon-head crutch in her hand. She was very worried, but she was also afraid of affecting Jun Tingsheng.

It wasn't until the blood spit out from his mouth turned red that Mrs. Song breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Majesty, is Ling'er okay?"

Mrs. Song was trembling and looking at Jun Tingsheng in a panic.

Brother Chuan will be back soon, and he must not be allowed to come back without seeing his own son.

Jun Tingsheng hugged Song Baoling, whose face improved, took out an antidote pill from his arms and stuffed it into her mouth. He watched her swallow it and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please rest assured, old lady, Ling'er is fine!"

"That's good!"

Mrs. Song nodded and immediately turned her gaze to the purse on the table.

"Guard Liang, could you please open this purse and see what's inside?"

Liang Yi glanced at Jun Tingsheng who was sitting beside him, and seeing him nodding, he opened his purse, and a poisonous scorpion suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The small flower hall was instantly in an uproar.

"Oh my god, it turned out to be a poisonous scorpion. Who is so vicious as to hide a scorpion in his wallet?"

"The little lady is so young, she will definitely not hide a scorpion in her purse. Isn't this harming herself?"

"Who is that? The young lady seems to be very concerned about this purse?"

The servants below were talking to each other, but Jing Waner on the side was looking at the purse in fear.

She has a purse for Ling'er, please help her give it to Jun Tingsheng.

But the purse in Liang Yi's hand was clearly not embroidered by himself.

"I understand, this is from cousin Jing to sister Ling'er."

Just as everyone was speculating, Song Lianmu suddenly walked out from behind the curtain. He was so young, with a fierce look on his face that didn't match his age.

"Today by the lake in the back garden, cousin Jing handed a purse to sister Ling'er and asked sister Ling'er to give it to the prince."

"Cousin Jing must have wanted to harm the prince, but in the end she made sister Ling'er the scapegoat."

"Shut up!"

Jun Tingsheng suddenly gave a sharp shout, and a cold light burst out in his eyes.

"Ling'er, be careful now, don't talk nonsense, or I'll have your mouth sewn shut."

When Song Lianmu heard the sound, he was startled and quickly hid behind Li.

"I'm just telling the truth."

Jun Tingsheng ignored Song Lianmu lazily, and cast his cold eyes on Jing Waner, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips: "Miss Jing, is what Song Lianmu said true?"

Jing Waner was already scared, but now with Song Lianmu's testimony, she was instantly at a loss to defend herself.

"Your Majesty, the daughter of the people did give a purse to sister Ling'er, but the daughter of the people did not put poison in the purse. Moreover, the purse Ling'er gave you was not embroidered by the daughter of the people."

"Why did you send the purse to Ling'er?"

Jun Tingsheng squinted his eyes slightly and frowned slightly, thinking of her motives, a flash of disgust flashed in his heart.

Faced with the question, Jing Waner immediately lowered her head and hesitated to say a complete sentence.

"If you can't tell me, I don't mind asking you to go somewhere and let you think about it carefully, and then we'll talk about it after you think about it clearly."

The cold voice, like thousands of years of frost, floated faintly into Jing Waner's heart.

She was so frightened that she picked up her skirt and knelt in front of Jun Tingsheng.

"Your Majesty, please spare my life. It was Wan'er who had a whim and asked your Majesty to spare Wan'er's life. But the purse that Wan'er gave to sister Ling'er was really not like this. Please trust Waner, Your Majesty."

Although Jing Waner didn't say a word about her feelings, her behavior had already proved everything about herself.

What's more, in ancient times, women gave men purses because they wanted to date the men.

Purse is a woman's personal possession. Generally, a woman will only give it to the person she likes. If a man accepts it, it means that the man is also interested in the woman, and it can be regarded as a token of love.

However, most girls from wealthy families would not be able to do such a thing as Meng Lang.

Jing Wan'er really fell in love with Jun Tingsheng at first sight, so she asked Ling'er to hand over the purse to him regardless of her shame.

Who would have thought that something like this would happen.

At this moment, Jing Waner regretted it to death.

Jun Tingsheng did not accept his feelings, and now he has poisoned his sister Ling'er, and his reputation has been ruined. Who will dare to marry her in the future.

Jing Waner cried so hard that she wished she could find a pillar and die.

Jun Tingsheng already knew this, and looked away with a cold expression, looking down at Song Baoling who had not yet woken up in his arms, his eyes softened a lot.

"Miss Jing, the most important thing in life is to be self-aware, and a daughter's family must be reserved. I don't want something like this to happen again in the future. I hope you can remember it."

If it hadn't been for the little guy shouting one after another, Jun Tingsheng would have thrown Jing Waner out of the Xuanping Hou Mansion.

Jing Waner knew she had done something wrong, and she kept crying, but there were so many people in the house, but no one sympathized with her.

"Little uncle..."

Song Baoling opened her eyes and saw a handsome and clear face. She immediately raised the corners of her mouth, revealing two sweet dimples, "This matter has nothing to do with Sister Wan'er. Sister Wan'er did not want to harm you, her purse

There's nothing in it."

Song Baoling tugged on Jun Tingsheng's clothes and looked at him pitifully.

"Don't blame her!"

"Uncle knows!" Jun Tingsheng held the little guy's hand with a look of pity on his face, "Liang Yi, investigate this matter thoroughly. The Third Young Master of Song seems to know a lot about this matter, so why not start with the Third Young Master of Song?"

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Liang Yi glanced at Song Lianmu, who was standing in the corner, and saw the flash of panic in his eyes, and immediately responded: "Yes!"

"Third Young Master Song, could you please tell me what you know?"

Song Lianmu hid behind Li Shi, facing Liang Yi and frowning: "I just said it once, didn't you hear clearly?"

"Third Young Master, please cooperate. My eldest son is also doing this for your own good. If this matter is handed over to the Shuntian Prefecture in the capital for investigation, you may not feel so comfortable."

Liang Yi kindly advised me.

Li suddenly stepped forward with his hands on his waist, which frightened him and immediately took a step back.

"You don't understand my son? He said it was Jing Wan'er who gave Ling'er the purse and asked her to help deliver it to the Crown Prince. Why do you have to say it again?"

Liang Yi naturally knew this, but since he wanted to investigate, he naturally started with the most obvious clues.

"Second Madam, please don't take offense. I'm just doing things according to the rules."
Chapter completed!