CHAPTER 116: CHAPTER 116: MO YINHE DEALS A FATAL BLOW TO SONG PIANLAN 2

So, now that the woman who underwent plastic surgery can’t be found, does that prove my mother isn’t a murderer?

Si Mingjing’s grief and indignation were palpable. "Who killed the woman who had plastic surgery?"

Fengjue said, "Song Pianlan. She gave the woman mineral water laced with arsenic, and she died on the spot.

Song Pianlan confessed that the woman who had undergone plastic surgery was a high school classmate of hers from town, named Liang Shimu. Apart from her face, her physique was extremely similar to your mother’s, making it easy to pass her off as your mother.

Moreover, Liang Shimu was once a left-behind child in a rural area, living in the deep mountains a hundred kilometers from town, dependent on her grandmother since childhood. Her parents died in a car accident while working away from home. So, even if something happened to Liang Shimu, the Song Family wasn’t afraid of any trouble from the Liang family.

To this day, Liang Shimu’s grandmother still believes Liang Shimu is working in the Imperial Capital, unaware that her only granddaughter perished without a trace, a mere pawn in a murder case."

These were the details Fengjue had pried from Song Pianlan.

That was the first time Song Pianlan had poisoned someone to death. The memory was still vivid for her; she often dreamt in the dead of night of Liang Shimu returning to claim her life.

Therefore, when Fengjue employed harsh interrogation methods, he quickly unearthed Song Pianlan’s deepest fear—a girl named Liang Shimu—and thus uncovered the entire truth.

Si Mingjing bit her lip tightly, saying nothing.

She grieved for her mother, and also for that girl, Liang Shimu.

Si Mingjing knew Old Master Song was skilled in plastic surgery; her mentor in Prison Star had mentioned it.

Old Master Song’s greatest expertise in the field of traditional Chinese medicine was actually bare-handed plastic surgery.

Unlike Western plastic surgery, which requires incisions, bare-handed plastic surgery in Chinese medicine utilizes a very gentle manual technique. This technique corrects and restores bones and muscles to their proper positions, emphasizing the body’s overall integrity.

The skeletal, muscular, and nervous systems form a unified functional whole, where each part constrains and influences the others. Any morphological or functional change in one part will lead to adaptive changes in the others.

Old Master Song had once studied traditional Chinese medicine with the Zhang Family, a family of physicians, and became obsessed with bare-handed plastic surgery techniques.

Her mentor, Zhang Meimei, had two senior martial brothers. The eldest, Ban Chugang, was a renowned and formidable Poison Doctor, and also Si Mingjing’s mentor.

However, Ban Chugang was eccentric. He passed on all his medical knowledge to Si Mingjing in Prison Star but refused to formally accept her as his disciple. He claimed he didn’t take female disciples, worried that Zhang Meimei would get jealous.

Zhang Meimei would always tease, "Ban Chugang, you old rascal!"

Indeed, when she studied medicine in Prison Star, she had two mentors: one was Ban Chugang, the Poison Doctor, and the other was Zhang Meimei, the Poison Doctor’s junior martial sister.

Zhang Meimei also had another senior martial brother: Old Master Song.

Old Master Song started learning medicine relatively late. He only became a disciple under the Zhang Family name at the age of forty. Originally a migrant worker from the countryside, he had already married and had children there.

At that time, he worked as a security guard at Old Master Zhang’s clinic.

It was likely an inspirational story.

Like a university security guard who, through diligence, overcame their shortcomings and got into graduate school.

Old Master Song was fortunate. His diligence caught Old Master Zhang’s eye, and Old Master Zhang accepted him as a disciple.

Because he was older than Zhang Meimei, she addressed him as ’Second Senior Brother.’ In reality, by order of discipleship, Zhang Meimei was Old Master Song’s senior martial sister.

Old Master Song began studying medicine at forty and only gained some renown after nearly ten years, his specialty being traditional Chinese medicine’s bare-handed plastic surgery.

Later, Old Master Song performed plastic surgery for a man named Chen Tianhua. In doing so, he offended someone powerful who was seeking revenge on Chen Tianhua, forcing him to hide back in his rural hometown.

It wasn’t until his grandson, Song Tengfei, became a live-in son-in-law of the Si Family that Old Master Song found a new patron. No longer fearing that powerful individual, he emerged from seclusion.

Si Mingjing had considered countless scenarios where her mother might have been a murderer, but she never imagined that Old Master Song had been the one to transform Liang Shimu into her mother’s spitting image!

Tears welled up in Si Mingjing’s eyes.

She wept for the injustice of her mother’s tragic life.

Si Mingjing gently wiped the corner of her eye. Staring at the utterly terrified Song Pianlan, her phoenix eyes were cold and detached as she asked, "Did she confess anything else?"

Fengjue shook his head. "No, nothing else."

Regarding the Huo Family and Miss Bai, Song Pianlan didn’t utter a single word.

Song Pianlan dared not mention them; if these names came up, it wouldn’t be Si Mingjing seeking revenge, but Mo Yinhe himself!

Therefore, unless there was absolutely no other way, Song Pianlan wouldn’t utter a single word, even if she were beaten to death.

Suddenly, Song Pianlan lifted her head, her shattered gaze fixed on Mo Yinhe, the man she worshipped.

She desperately explained,

"Mr. Mo, everything I did was to stand by your side! I’m not a malicious woman; I just wanted so badly to be your woman... Do you know how much I love you? I just wanted a noble status; I hoped I could be worthy of your notice... My birth was just a little humble, but I’m no worse than those women born into prominent families, you know?"

Song Pianlan continued to pour out her woeful tale.

If she didn’t speak now, she’d never get another chance.

Mo Yinhe looked down at the self-absorbed Song Pianlan, not even deigning to offer a sneer.

Yes. Complete indifference.

His indifference was like this winter night, chilling to the bone.

Such disregard turned all of Song Pianlan’s sorrowful pleas into a buffoon’s farce.

Unwilling to accept this, Song Pianlan kept shouting, "Mr. Mo, you heard me! Please remember me, remember Song Pianlan, a woman who loved you deeply..."

Mo Yinhe felt disgusted listening to her. He finally glanced at Song Pianlan, his eyes filled with utter disdain. "Falling for a married man? You truly are cheap!"

That sentence, like a vicious slap, struck Song Pianlan hard while she was still trying to express her sorrow.

Indeed, the first time Song Pianlan saw Mo Yinhe was five years ago, and Mo Yinhe already had his beloved by his side.

The more Song Pianlan tried to make Mo Yinhe understand the depths of her love, the more Mo Yinhe found such a woman—one who aggressively pursued a married man—to be utterly contemptible.

Song Pianlan was stunned, her eyes brimming with tears.

Then she burst into laughter.

She was laughing at herself for becoming a joke in Mo Yinhe’s eyes.

"HAHAHA..."

"Am I cheap? You actually think I’m cheap..."

"Mo Yinhe, I love you so much, yet this is what you think of me?"

"Love doesn’t care who comes first! I just love you too much! What did I do wrong?"

The night air filled with Song Pianlan’s indignant questions.

She remained unrepentant, even now believing she had done nothing wrong. She only believed in one saying: "My fate is in my own hands, not dictated by the heavens."

This was probably the most egregious misuse of that saying.

Fengjue bowed slightly beside Mo Yinhe. "Your Excellency, how should we deal with Song Pianlan?"

Mo Yinhe glanced at Si Mingjing, letting her decide.

Si Mingjing suppressed the rage in her heart and said, "Send her back to the police station. Tell the police everything she confessed. I want the police to reinvestigate my mother’s case..."

But then, unexpectedly, a sudden BANG shattered the tranquil night. A bullet struck Song Pianlan squarely between the eyebrows.