Chapter 35 Blackening of the printing hall

Half an hour later, Song Muyang and Song Qinghe rushed over. Pushing open the door of the hospital room, they saw Song Qingpeng slumped on the ground. Song Muyang's expression changed immediately, and he looked up, "Mr. Ye, this matter is on me. I was overly cautious and considered too much, which led to Mr. Ye suffering so much." Song Muyang gestured towards Song Qinghe. Song Qinghe, who was prepared, walked over with a pot of prepared medicine and poured a cup for Mr. Ye, also taking out silver needles to apply acupuncture. "Unexpectedly, there is someone proficient in medicine among the younger generation of the Song family," Ye's mother observed coldly. "Qinghe has followed a master for some years and learned some miscellaneous arts," Song Muyang said with an embarrassment, "Actually, the whole matter was just a misunderstanding that we feared, which is why we didn't bring the antidote earlier. It played right into Chu Chen's hands. However, we should thank Chu Chen. If not for him, our excessive caution would have only made Mr. Ye suffer more." The medicine and silver needles were merely for show. The key to truly neutralizing the poison of the Black Witch Spirit Snake was the blood of the snake's master. Song Qinghe discreetly smeared his own blood on Mr. Ye's wound, removed the needles after a moment, and turned around, "The snake poison in Mr. Ye has been removed." Ye's mother was overjoyed and stepped forward quickly. Mr. Ye's fingers twitched slightly, feeling the numbness fading from his body. After about five minutes, Mr. Ye sat up and looked at the Song family members with a grim expression. "All of you get out," Ye's mother waved. After Song Muyang and the others left, Mr. Ye continued with a stern face, "I suspect that black snake was raised by them." "But where is the evidence?" Ye's mother said, "Regardless, they cured the snake venom in you, so we have no reason to trouble them at this time. However, we will remember this debt. Moreover, if you act against them now, wouldn't it fit right into Chu Chen's hands?" A cold gleam flashed across Mr. Ye's eyes. Chu Chen! This name intertwined throughout the event from beginning to end. And ultimately, only Chu Chen benefited. A gratitude payment of one hundred thousand and the tripartite project. Oddly, from the moment he was bitten by the snake until now, Chu Chen seemed to stay out of it, even the phone calls were Mr. Ye calling Chu Chen. "The discord within the Song family will lead to trouble sooner or later," Ye's mother said, "If we kick the Song family out of the tripartite cooperation, we will suffer some losses. Now letting them rejoin is just getting the cooperation back on track. After all, it's their own dog-eat-dog situation that resolved your poisoning so quickly." "I think what's more troubling for the Song family now are the rumors between young Master Xia and Chu Chen," Ye's mother said cheerfully, "I am truly interested in the Song family now. To let them fight internally and tear each other apart is far more entertaining than if we had to intervene." Mr. Ye pondered for a moment and then slowly nodded. "Son, what you should focus on now is the opening ceremony in Jintan City," Ye's mother said seriously, "Your father has also been preparing for this ceremony these past few days. The Ye family will have two teams participating in the Qiang Qing, one of which will be led by your brother's master." At this, Mr. Ye was overjoyed, "With no less than eight hundred martial arts schools in Chancheng, anyone who dares to defy should sprint to Thunder Martial Sect, Thunder Datong!" With Master Thunder Datong himself taking part, the Qiang Qing celebration was as good as won. "Go back and recuperate well, rest for a few days," Ye's mother said, "The business world of Chancheng has always been led by the Huang family; our Ye family has not been developing slowly over the years, but we still fall short compared to the Huang family. I heard that the winner of the Qiang Qing festival will receive resource rewards from the Huang family, and everyone is eager, fully committed. Our Ye family must obtain it." Back at the Song family villa. Song Muyang and his sons returned with grim expressions. "When you were bitten by the spirit snake, it was only Chu Chen and Song Yan who saw it, right?" Song Qinghe asked with a stern face. Song Qingpeng nodded, his teeth clenched, "From the angle at which that video was taken, it definitely was Chu Chen who recorded it." "Record the video, report it to the Ye family," Song Muyang said coldly, "As the son-in-law of my eldest brother, he is quite clever." "Not just clever," Song Qinghe said solemnly, "he actually knew that I could cure the poison of the Black Witch Spirit Snake." As his words fell, Song Muyang's pupils suddenly shook, staring at Song Qinghe, "You mean..." "My Black Witch Spirit Snake wouldn't lose contact with me for no reason," Song Qinghe's eyes flickered with sharp light, "I have suspected that someone has interfered." "But Chu Chen..." Song Qingpeng frowned; he didn't believe that Chu Chen had such ability, "No, it may not necessarily be Chu Chen, it might be Song Yan, after all, Taoist Zhang has been with the Song family for five years, and it's quite possible that he taught something to Song Yan." "Whether it's Song Yan or Chu Chen, we'll know if we find a chance to test it," Song Muyang took a deep breath, "Qinghe, how are the preparations for the Qiang Qing festival in Jintan City?" "Song Qiu is as good as dead," suddenly, a voice came from outside, and a burly figure strode in. Song Qingpeng looked over, "Third brother, you're back." Song Muyang's third son, Song Qingying. "The Qiang Qing festival, a hundred lions vying for the crown," Song Qingying said solemnly, "According to the rules, each family can send two teams to compete. With my second brother and I joining forces, it will be easy to kill Song Qiu inadvertently amidst the chaos. I wanted to have Song Xieyang personally kill his son with a long whip, but unfortunately, it was discovered." Song Muyang's eyes flashed with dark malice, "For decades, Song Xieyang has always been ahead of me in everything and even took the position of the head of the Song family that should be mine." "Once Song Qiu dies, Song Xieyang's only heir will be gone, and he will go mad," Song Qingying sneered, "Back then, for the position of the family head, Song Xieyang killed our mother; I will surely make him pay, leaving him with nothing." Song Muyang clenched his fists suddenly, his eyes surging with hatred, "From the day your mother died, Song Xieyang and I were no longer brothers." "I'm back." Another voice came from outside. Song Muyang's eldest son, Song Qinglong, strode in with an excited expression, "I've got good news for you. Tonight, Xiuxiu has invited our family to have tea at the Imperial Court Hotel." Song Qingpeng's eyes lit up, "Big sister-in-law is inviting us to tea?" Song Qinglong laughed heartily, "I went to the Huang family today, and Huang Wuye seemed to think highly of me." Song Qinghe suddenly stood up, looking at Song Qinglong, and lightly calculated with his fingers, furrowing his brow, "Big brother, there's darkness at your brow, something doesn't seem right."