"It... it was Aunt who summoned me," Song Qingshu said tremblingly, imitating Jia Baoyu's manner of speaking.
Jia Sidao suddenly fell silent and calmly sat down in a chair. "Tell me everything that happened today, from beginning to end."
"Today, Xue Pan came looking for me at home, so Feng Ziying, Liu Xianglian, and I..." Song Qingshu deliberately played dumb, but Jia Sidao impatiently cut him off.
"I already know all that. Start from what happened after you separated."
"Oh." Only then did Song Qingshu roughly recount how he had followed the eunuch into the palace, been led by a palace maid into a hall, and then had Li Yuanzhi throw herself at him. He portrayed himself entirely as an impulsive young man whose hot blood had gone to his head.
"Hmph, what a vicious scheme!" Jia Sidao said through gritted teeth, his face twitching. Even Song Qingshu, a transmigrator from a later age, could see the conspiracy at work. How could a powerful minister like Jia Sidao, who had spent his entire life immersed in political struggles, fail to see that someone was plotting against him? Besides, he knew his sister would never do something so brainless.
Song Qingshu was currently playing the role of Jia Baoyu, so naturally he did not want to say too much and invite trouble. He kept his mouth shut and shrank into a corner.
Jia Sidao gave him a sidelong glance and said heavily, "From now on, stay in your room. Without my personal permission, you are not to take a single step outside." With that, he rose and headed out.
Wanting to know what Jia Sidao intended to do next, Song Qingshu could not help asking, "This time... will I... die?"
Perhaps Song Qingshu's acting was too convincing. Jia Sidao stared at