I insist

Chapter 206: Sowing Discord

Ming Taicheng stood next to Song Miqiu, listening to what the other person was saying, and he felt more and more that something was wrong.

As someone who had been named the Medical Sage for thirty consecutive years, Ming Taicheng could immediately tell something was off about his words.

He looked at the other person in disbelief, clearly not expecting that this was a method that Song Miqiu would come up with.

"Does Imperial Physician Ming feel there is something wrong?" the Empress Dowager asked in a deep voice.

She disliked Song Miqiu from the first moment, so she paid extra attention to certain things.

Seeing that Ming Taicheng's expression was not quite right, the Empress Dowager glanced at Ming Taicheng and Song Miqiu indifferently. Her sixth sense told her that something was wrong.

Ming Taicheng realized what was happening, chuckled dryly, and bowed to the Empress Dowager. "Your Majesty, there's nothing wrong with this matter. I'm just surprised that Physician Song came up with such a brilliant idea."

"Oh?" The Empress Dowager looked at Ming Taicheng suspiciously. She stared at Song Miqiu for a long time, and only after confirming that there was no underhanded dealing between the two did her doubts disappear.

She lowered her eyes to straighten her clothes, adjusted her cloak, and glanced at the Emperor with a faint look.

Seeing this, the Emperor understood the Empress Dowager's thoughts, smiled and waved his hand, letting the two of them leave the Empress Dowager's palace. "The Empress Dowager is tired. Since Physician Song knows how to treat the Empress Dowager's body, he will visit here more often in the future."

Song Miqiu nodded. As she turned to leave, she closed her eyes in anguish. Once she was out of the palace, she patted her chest, following her heart.

I almost gave myself away!

Only when the two of them were completely away from the Empress Dowager's palace did Song Miqiu put a hand on Ming Taicheng's shoulder. She smiled and thanked him, "Thank you so much for not contradicting me earlier, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

Ming Taicheng did not respond. Instead, he shoved Song Miqiu's hand off his shoulder, gave Song Miqiu a disgruntled look, and strode forward.

This left Song Miqiu feeling somewhat bewildered. She strode over, walked around Ming Taicheng, stood in front of him, and looked at him with a puzzled expression, asking, "What's wrong with you?"

"You're asking me what's wrong?"

As if a fuse had been lit, Ming Taicheng angrily questioned Song Miqiu, "How dare you scheme against the Empress Dowager! Didn't you see that the Empress Dowager had already become suspicious of you!"

"If I hadn't helped you out, would you have wanted to die?!"

At this point, Ming Taicheng continued in a huff, "If you don't want to live, just tell me, and I'll tell the Emperor and Empress Dowager what you're thinking!"

Seeing that Mingtai was breathing heavily, Song Miqiu quickly patted his arm and, following his breath, spoke gently about her observations.

She pulled Ming Taicheng's ear closer to her, and Song Miqiu's small mouth moved slightly as she whispered.

"Impossible!" Ming Taicheng raised his eyes in disbelief, staring dumbfounded at Song Miqiu. He frowned and scolded, "There are some things you can't just spout nonsense! If you do, you'll have to watch your mouth!"

"How could I possibly be lying!"

Seeing Song Miqiu's rather aggrieved expression, Ming Taicheng figured that the other party wasn't lying.

He glanced at Song Miqiu suspiciously, then rested his fingers on his chin. "If what you're saying is true, then what do you plan to do?"

Seeing that she had successfully won over Ming Taicheng, Song Miqiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought that winning over Ming Taicheng would be harder than climbing to heaven!

However, this is similar to the previous practice of having Makoto Minta conduct human experiments.

Song Miqiu insisted on telling Ming Taicheng that she wanted to deal with the Empress Dowager in the most complicated way.

However, Ming Taicheng could never understand what kind of hatred existed between Song Miqiu and the Empress Dowager, since she and the Empress Dowager had hardly ever met.

But Song Miqiu refused to tell, so Ming Taicheng had no choice but to give up.

After a moment of contemplation, he finally adopted the most complex method suggested by Song Miqiu to treat the Empress Dowager.

Seeing Song Miqiu's silly grin, Ming Taicheng rolled his eyes helplessly, "It would be best if your observations were consistent with the Empress Dowager's original physical condition!"

A gentleman's word is as good as his bond!

Since Song Miqiu had already said that, Ming Taicheng couldn't say anything more and just let her go.

After the value is set.

Song Miqiu did not rush back home, but went to the teahouse to find Qingzhi.

When she arrived at the teahouse, Qingzhi had not yet returned. The manager led Song Miqiu to a place to sit down. Just then, the storyteller began his tale, so Song Miqiu sat there and listened attentively to the storyteller's tale.

As Song Miqiu listened, a shadow suddenly fell over the side. He subconsciously looked over and saw Qing Zhi smiling down at him. He pointed at the storyteller and asked with amusement, "Was it good?"

"It sounds nice." Song Miqiu nodded, stating her opinion truthfully.

Seeing that the other party still wanted to listen to the storyteller's tale, Qingzhi grabbed Song Miqiu's arm and pulled him up from the wooden stool, leading him all the way to his private room.

"Hey, couldn't you wait until I finished hearing the rest of the story?"

Song Miqiu muttered a complaint under her breath, but Qing Zhi didn't bother to say anything. He poured Song Miqiu a full cup of tea, looked up at her, and asked in confusion, "What do you want with me?"

When Qing Zhi mentioned it, Song Miqiu remembered the purpose of her visit. She said "Oh," strode over to Qing Zhi's side, and whispered her discovery to him.

Qingzhi frowned deeply as he listened to Song Miqiu's words, clearly annoyed.

He never expected that such a period of time had occurred between the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, which explains why he did those things before.

He clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the wooden table, so hard that it punched a hole in it. Song Miqiu, who was standing nearby, was stunned by what he saw.

She leaned closer to the wooden table, ran her fingers over the hole, and exclaimed, "My goodness, you've lost an entire wooden table!"

"It's nothing!" Qing Zhi said nonchalantly. The manager of this private room didn't open it to the public, and only he could come in.

Besides, he owns the entire teahouse, so why should he care about a wooden table? He can just buy another one.

He was furious when he thought of what Song Miqiu had just said, but he couldn't fly directly to the palace to seek revenge on the Empress Dowager and the Emperor.

Thinking of this, Qingzhi sat down on the wooden stool, feeling somewhat dejected.

Frustrated, he looked up at Song Miqiu and said weakly, "How can we get revenge?"

Seeing his disheartened look, Song Miqiu glanced at him, smiled, and patted Qingzhi on the shoulder. "I've thought of a plan. Would you like to hear it?"

As she spoke, Song Miqiu beckoned to Qingzhi with her finger, signaling him to lean forward.

Even though no one was watching them, Song Miqiu still put her hand to the edge of her mouth, opened and closed her mouth, and told Qingzhi her solution.

"Since the Emperor and Empress Dowager are so loving, why don't we sow discord between them and make them kill each other? What do you say?"

“Yes, yes, but can we successfully sow discord?” Qingzhi nodded in agreement, but considering the close relationship between the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, he couldn’t help but raise doubts.

After all, they had to be absolutely certain of success.