Chapter 1672: The Spy Who Doesn’t Act Like a Spy
Chapter 1672: Chapter 1672: The Spy Who Doesn’t Act Like a Spy
Jingshui knelt in front of Song Zhiyuan. She didn’t need Jiang Fula to use any rough interrogation; she quickly confessed to what she had done.
Iron Fortuneteller was arranged by her. From the moment that person shouted that Song Ci was a monster, she knew that a precarious blade was hanging over her neck, ready to fall at any moment.
Now, the blade had indeed reached the edge of her neck, and she had nothing left to hide.
A flash of murderous intent flickered in Song Zhiyuan’s eyes as he looked at the woman on the ground and said, "Who’s your master? The Xia Family?"
"You might as well say I’m with the Ning Family rather than the Xia Family."
Song Zhiyuan’s eyes narrowed slightly. Someone from Cabinet Minister Ning’s side?
Jiang Fula was similarly shocked and said, "The Ning Family has long been extinct. Are you seeking revenge for them?"
"No, they’re not entirely extinct. Didn’t one escape overseas? Has he returned? Was Iron Fortuneteller found using the Ning Family’s remaining information network?" Song Zhiyuan asked.
However, Jingshui answered irrelevantly, "The Prime Minister wields power across the nation and is a man who stands tall and firm. Would you allow these children a peaceful upbringing?"
Song Zhiyuan raised a brow. Before coming, he heard Jiang Fula mention how Jingshui felt about the third son’s pair of twins.
"Are you threatening me? If I don’t agree, you won’t speak?"
Jingshui gave a bitter smile. "This servant wouldn’t dare. I just feel pity for the children and want to fight for them before I die. It hasn’t been in vain to serve as their master and servant. After all, their birth mother always treated them as mere pawns, and their father despised them. Though born into riches, they live worse than a peasant’s child."
Song Zhiyuan said lightly, "Tell me about yourself."
The voice was as cold as frost.
A slight shiver ran down Jingshui’s spine. She lifted her chin slightly and looked at the leg of the table. "This servant became a spy for the Ning Family at the age of thirteen..."
To say she was a spy wasn’t entirely accurate. She hadn’t undergone any inhumane training. The Ning Family pulled her out of hell, simply requiring her to perform the duties of a servant well, serving her master adequately. If her master didn’t ask, she needn’t relay any information, just a quiet and pure servant.
So later, even when she was close to the Bai Family, or when events transpired, she extracted herself safely due to her ’purity.’
She was the least like a spy. Her only tasks were to listen to her master’s orders and be a qualified servant.
The Bai Family perished; she remained inactive. The Ning Family was exterminated; she still did nothing, and over the years, only two messages reached her: wait and find an opportunity to create chaos within the Song Family.
If it were before, Jingshui might have gone ahead immediately, whether seducing Song Zhiqing to throw the Song Family into chaos, or doing something to the women in the inner chambers. There was always a method to be found, but over the years of caring for the pair of children, her emotional balance had shifted.
If the Song Family fell into disarray, these children, already born into hardship, would suffer even more.
She dared not act rashly, and evidently, the other side guessed this and used Song Lingyi to threaten her.
From the moment Song Lingyi called her ’mother’ in private, Jingshui regarded him as her own child and dared not gamble with his life.
When she acted, it was precisely as Song Zhiqing questioned her about that resurrection matter, and she seized the opportunity.
"Actually, if we are to say Madam Song is a monster, it might be more fitting to describe the Prime Minister as achieving his goals. After all, you are a major minister trusted by the Emperor, wielding power across the country. The Song Family is nobly connected by marriage, and both military and political ties are strong domestically. On top of that, you do many charitable deeds every year to win people’s hearts. If it appeared you intended to overthrow the realm, the Emperor would grow suspicious and fearful of you. If suspicion springs between sovereign and ministers, how can the Song Family continue to flourish?"
Jiang Fula broke out in cold sweat upon hearing this and instinctively looked at Song Zhiyuan. If so, the Song Family would invite trouble even without any cause.