Chapter 3: The Defense
As the crowd picked up their hoes to drag Sweetie to the authorities, I stood in front of her.
With a sincere expression, I said: "Everyone, please calm down. Sweetie just fell into a cesspit and ate too much, that's all. When the assassin stabbed her stomach, she got startled and the shock made her vomit out what was in her stomach. That doesn't prove she's a poop demon."
After thinking for a moment, I continued: "At most, it just means Sweetie ate too much in the cesspit and was really full."
This explanation contained way too much disturbing information. A young lady from a prestigious family in the capital had fallen into a cesspit and feasted heartily—not just eating a lot, but eating until she was so full that she vomited when startled.
This was truly horrifying.
But the explanation was somewhat far-fetched. Anyone with a brain wouldn't believe it.
If Sweetie liked eating that, why wouldn't she have servants put it on a plate for her to eat privately in her room? Why would she dive into a cesspit?
I scratched my head. "Perhaps Sweetie prefers buffet-style dining?"
Regardless, Sweetie was still a Song family young lady. The Song family couldn't just sit back and let Sweetie be labeled a poop demon, so they quickly sent for the Royal Advisor.
When the luxurious palanquin symbolizing the Royal Advisor's status slowly approached, the commoners watching the excitement automatically cleared the way.
The palanquin stopped, and a hand as pale as porcelain lifted the curtain. What emerged was a white-haired, handsome young man.
This was the Royal Advisor. He seemed a bit like a charlatan.
When Dominic saw the Royal Advisor, his eyes lit up as he quickly stepped forward. "Royal Advisor, Sweetie is absolutely not a poop demon! Please investigate!"
Seeing Dominic covered in filth, the Royal Advisor frowned and subtly stepped back. "Second Prince, you smell terrible. Stay away from me."
Dominic's face stiffened.
A servant handed over a handkerchief. The Advisor covered his nose and mouth, standing several steps away from Sweetie to observe her.
Finally, the Royal Advisor reached his conclusion: Sweetie Song was not a poop demon. The reason she coughed up excrement was probably due to "personal reasons."
Personal reasons. Those who understand, understand. Basically, she just liked eating it.
Now everyone looked at Sweetie with strange expressions. She was the daughter of the Minister of Revenue—she must have eaten plenty of delicacies, right? With so many gourmet foods available, why would she eat... that?
"I don't understand. These rich families' daughters... When I was young and starving, even when I was nearly dead from hunger, I never thought of eating that. But this Miss Song..."
Sweetie was nearly driven to fainting by these rumors. Her body swayed unsteadily as tears streamed down her face. "No, it's not like that! I don't like eating it at all!"
Seeing his beloved so aggrieved, Dominic pulled Sweetie into his arms and roared at the crowd through gritted teeth: "SHUT UP! All of you shut up! Whoever dares spread more rumors about Sweetie, I'll behead them immediately!"
I, watching the show, almost laughed out loud. "Spreading 'brown' rumors... hahaha! Never heard that expression before!"