Chapter 1659: Furious Wrath

Before locking the Palace Gate, Song Zhiyuan dragged his weary body out, and Jiang Fula, who was waiting beside the gate, quickly came forward with an urgent expression on his face.

“Prime Minister, something has happened.”

Song Zhiyuan furrowed his brows, walked toward the carriage, and asked, “What?”

Jiang Fula walked up to him, his voice low and nearly inaudible, yet just enough to reach the master’s ear.

Song Zhiyuan abruptly stopped, his eyes turning sharply towards him, a fierce chill flashed in his eyes, as sharp as a blade, carrying a cold murderous intent.

Beads of sweat dripped down Jiang Fula’s forehead, his back completely drenched in sweat.

He was aware of the rumors circulating lately, but never expected them to be aimed at Song Ci; how malicious!

Demon?

Every time Jiang Fula thought of this word, he wished to drag out those slandering his family’s Madam and hack them into a thousand pieces, just to see if their hearts were black or covered in filth.

His family’s Madam, just as her name implies, is so compassionate and kind-hearted; the charity she has done, the silver she has given, is enough to support many ordinary households. She even established a charitable school to specifically nurture unsupported orphans, giving them a future to rely upon.

Now, those who have passed through Song Ci’s Charity School, every holiday and festival, send gifts to Song Ci, even if it’s just a bag of candy, it’s their expression of gratitude.

Such a person, a demon?

In this world, who else could be a demon besides his family’s Madam?

Jiang Fula thought of Song Ci’s frail present state, and his eyes grew sour.

Such an old lady, her health declining day by day, who knows how long she can still live, yet she still worries about the disaster and those affected, willing to expend her efforts.

But those with dark hearts tarnish her reputation with such venomous intent.

Jiang Fula wiped his moist eyes, took a deep breath, and said, “Upon receiving the news, I’ve already had several of those spreading it fervently captured, but many people had already entered the city at the time, so the rumor spread, and families involved are intertwined.”

The rumors have long arisen, and now, targeting Song Ci, would the political enemies of the Song Family not seize this opportunity to attack?

Among those involved are the Fan Family, Prince Zhou Mansion and Prince Xiao’s Mansion, and their relatives.

The talk naturally not only accuses Song Ci of being a demon, but suggests her temperament over the years is unrecognizable, possibly hinting she’s possessed by malevolent spirits, otherwise how could such a transformation occur!

Song Zhiyuan’s finger joints cracked loudly as he boarded the carriage without a word, then said, “Get in and tell me in detail.”

Jiang Fula then jumped into the carriage, leaning against the door, and patted the wall of the carriage. As the vehicle moved, amid the sound of wheels turning, he detailed the rumors and the handling process.

Song Zhiyuan sat in the carriage with his eyes half-closed, his hands resting on his knees, his face hidden in the shadows within the carriage, making it hard to discern his true emotions.

Yet Jiang Fula, who had been close to him for many years, was tense all over, cold sweat streaming down.

He knew the master was angry, and the consequences were severe.

Anyone hearing such venomous and absurd rumors would be upset, especially when they concern one’s own mother.

Song Zhiyuan’s respect for Song Ci is known by all, top to bottom, and now that others are slandering her, his respect measures his anger.

“Has the identity of the madman been clarified?” Song Zhiyuan’s voice was ethereal.