Abandoned by the best children? I just take out the space

Wan Shufang frowned slightly. What's this dog-eat-dog thing? What did Yang Caiwei think of them?

"Ms. Yang, I want to confirm one thing, and I hope you can answer truthfully." As her thoughts turned, Wan Shufang suppressed her emotions and asked calmly.

Yang Caiwei looked at Wan Shufang dimly, her tone very calm: "Do you want to confirm the matter of the Gu tribe?"

"No, I want to know what is the relationship between you and Chang Xuewei. Is she still in Yongzhou City now?" Wan Shufang's words caused a huge uproar.

The Eighth Prince and Tu Zhizhi couldn't help but look at her. Seeing that she was serious, as if she was really curious about this matter, they suddenly felt nervous for some reason.

Their eyes all fell on Yang Caiwei, not wanting to miss the slightest change of emotion on her face.

Yang Caiwei twitched the corner of her mouth and said unhappily: "Chang Xuewei and I have no contact. I have no idea where she is now or what she has done."

She spoke quite seriously, as if she really had no idea what Chang Xuewei was doing recently.

Wan Shufang didn't believe it, and smiled coldly: "Really? But if you really don't know where she is, why are you targeting me?"

Yang Caiwei raised her eyebrows and said in an extremely innocent tone: "Targeting you? Wan Shufang, when others call you the general's wife, do you really think you can rely on the title of the general's wife to bully others?"

"There is a smell of medicine on your body. As time goes by, the smell becomes stronger and stronger. This smell of medicine makes me feel very familiar, as if I have smelled it somewhere before." Wan Shufang said with a cold face.

Hearing this, Yang Caiwei smiled and said, "I am a Miao. I have been dealing with medicinal herbs for many years, so I naturally have a medicinal smell on me."

Her eyes turned slightly, she stretched out her hand to hook her hair, and smiled charmingly, "If you don't believe it, you can ask Xia Feng."

"She is a member of the Gu tribe after all. She knows something about my Miao tribe. She knows better than anyone what the smell of medicine on my body is."

Glancing at Wan Shufang, Yang Caiwei said with a half-smile on her face: "If you can't make up your mind, you can always ask her. Why are you making subjective assumptions and saying such things in front of me? Aren't you afraid of offending me?"

She deliberately raised her voice when she spoke the last few words.

The slightly sharp voice cut like a knife and stabbed into the Eighth Prince's heart, causing him to shudder instantly.

"Patriarch Yang, I brought her here at your request, but I had never communicated with her before, so what she said now was her own decision and had nothing to do with me. You can't blame me because of her."

The Eighth Prince quickly distanced himself from the matter and then turned his attention to Mr. Hai standing nearby.

Seeing that he looked calm, it seemed that he had already prepared everything and the Eighth Prince only needed to follow the procedures and not to meddle in other matters.

"Mr. Hai, it's all thanks to you that I can meet Patriarch Yang here this time. Now Patriarch Yang is suspicious of us, don't you plan to say something?"

The Eighth Prince was willing to believe Mr. Hai because Tu Zhizhi had made a promise to him. Now that he had doubts about him, it was naturally because Yang Caiwei's attitude was wrong.

"Eighth Prince, what do you mean?" Mr. Hai did not expect that the matter would involve him, and stared at the Eighth Prince in surprise.

"What else could it mean? He seems to be suspicious of you." Yang Caiwei suddenly laughed, and at the end of her laugh, her eyes became colder and colder, as if she was extremely angry.

"I'm Miss Tu's man." Mr. Hai ignored Yang Caiwei and stared at the Eighth Prince. He sighed helplessly, "Eighth Prince, I know there was a misunderstanding between you and Miss Tu, so you didn't trust the people he recommended. I didn't expect that at this time, you would doubt me in front of outsiders."

He shook his head and said, "How embarrassed you are to do this! Yang Caiwei is the leader of the Miao tribe. She finally approved the poison researched by Wan Shufang and asked me to bring you to see her. But now you do this, I'm afraid she will..."

"Don't say any more." The Eighth Prince's face was extremely cold when he heard him mention Yang Caiwei. He then interrupted him and locked his eyes with Tu Zhizhi, who was frowning and seemed to be thinking about something. "After hearing what he said, don't you have anything to say?"

Tu Zhizhi seemed to be strangled by the neck, her face turned red, and her lips moved for a long time but she couldn't utter a word.

She could only look at Xia Feng, and when she saw her looking away as if she wanted to watch the fun, she was suddenly suffocated by the invisible pressure.

At the critical moment, she pointed her finger at Wan Shufang, her tone so cold that no real emotion could be seen: "If you want to suspect someone, you should suspect Wan Shufang. Why suspect me?"

Without waiting for the Eighth Prince and Wan Shufang to respond, Tu Zhizhi raised her voice and said, "It was Wan Shufang who first suspected that Yang Caiwei had done something to her, which led to all these things."

After she finished speaking, she looked at the Eighth Prince steadily, and said in a very sincere tone: "The words you scolded me yesterday were indeed very irritating, but through that conversation, didn't you and I have a tacit understanding?"

The Eighth Prince's face darkened slightly. "Who has a tacit understanding with you? Stop accusing others with your empty words."

Wan Shufang didn't care about their riddles and immediately said, "Tu Zhizhi, the Eighth Prince's suspicions are well-founded, why are you dragging me into this? Could it be that you and Mr. Hai have already reached a tacit understanding with Patriarch Yang, so you are dealing with me in front of the Eighth Prince?"

The smell of medicine on Yang Caiwei was similar to that of opium. When Wan Shufang first smelled it, she thought she had smelled something wrong.

But when the smell became stronger and stronger and kept going towards her nose, Wan Shufang was sure that it was a modified version of opium.

Yang Caiwei must have a special relationship with Chang Xuewei. Maybe Chang Xuewei can stay dormant in Yongzhou City because of her secret help.

She specifically mentioned Chang Xuewei in front of her just to confirm the matter, but she never expected that a Mr. Hai would be involved, and then Tu Zhizhi would implicate her.

"I didn't." Feeling Wan Shufang's powerful aura, Tu Zhizhi instantly knew that she would not give in on this matter, and her heart was lifted, "It was obviously your attitude just now that was wrong, that's why I doubted you."

Tu Zhizhi said with an unquestionable firmness in her voice: "Today is the day when the Eighth Prince and Patriarch Yang discuss cooperation. What qualifications do you, a prisoner, have to question her?"

"Prisoner?" Wan Shufang's eyes were as sharp as a knife. "So that's what you've always thought in your heart. No wonder you've always looked down on me and Xia Feng. Unfortunately, the Eighth Prince doesn't think so. He brought me here, obviously wanting me to help him."

"Tu Zhizhi, how can a prisoner in this world help the prince do such a thing? Don't be blinded by greed and deliberately say something specious to delay time."

Jiang Xuan, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, quickly agreed: "Wan Shufang is right. Tu Zhizhi, you are not only targeting Wan Shufang by saying so many things, but you are also stalling for time. Humph, what benefits did Yang Caiwei give you? Why did she let you do this?"