"Song Wanqing," Song Qingshan warned her in a low voice, "Don't mess around!"
"Back to the Ninth Prince, as I said yesterday, if the little girl can't heal the Ninth Prince's leg, let the Ninth Prince do whatever he wants!" Song Wanqing leaned down and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Song Wanqing!" Song Wanqing was so angry that he raised his hand to hit someone.
"Ling Dao," Xiao Jiu'an said coldly, "send Marquis Ding'an away."
"Ninth Prince..." Song Qingshan wanted to say something else, but Xiao Jiuan looked at him and shut up in fear.
"You can take care of yourself!" He had no choice but to glare at Song Wanqing and leave obediently, thinking that when Song Wanqing went back at night, he would teach her a lesson.
"Aren't you going to see a doctor? Why are you standing still?" Xiao Jiuan's voice was slightly impatient when he saw Song Wanqing standing still.
Song Wanqing quickly stepped forward and felt Xiao Jiuan's pulse carefully.
Her expression changed slightly, and when she retracted her hand, she added, "The little girl needs to check the prince's legs, and I would like to ask the prince for his convenience."
Xiao Jiuan sat still.
"Ninth Prince?"
"Do you want me to stand up and take off my pants?"
Song Wanqing immediately blushed. Seeing Lin Dao coming back, she quickly asked him to help.
Lin Dao secretly checked to see what his master meant. When he saw the other party nodded, he helped Xiao Jiuan take off his shoes and rolled up his trouser legs to his knees.
"Miss Song, please!" He stood aside and looked at Song Wanqing curiously.
Song Wanqing squatted half-crouched, pressed her delicate and slender fingers on Xiao Jiuan's leg, and inspected it very carefully.
Xiao Jiuan's skin is extremely white, even whiter than some women, and her legs are straight and slender. Although she has been disabled for nearly three months, she can still feel the strong muscles and the lines are excellent.
Song Wanqing finished the inspection and slowly stood up straight.
Lin Dao quickly helped Xiao Jiuan put on his pants and looked at Song Wanqing nervously, "How is it? Can it be cured?"
"Ninth Prince," Song Wanqing looked at Xiao Jiu'an, "Can you temporarily exclude others?"
A look of surprise appeared in Xiao Jiuan's eyes, he raised his hand, and Lin Dao led the others out.
His eyes were extremely dark and deep, and when he stared at someone, he seemed to be sucking him in.
Song Wanqing didn't dare to look at him, lowered her head and whispered softly, "The Ninth Prince's legs are due to poisoning."
"Song Wanqing, do you know what you are talking about?" Xiao Jiuan put one hand on the table and clasped the edge of the table with two fingers.
"My little girl, don't dare to speak nonsense." Song Wanqing's head lowered.
Xiao Jiuan asked her again, "Why did you let everyone else go out?"
"The Ninth Prince is the pillar of the Yong Dynasty. Anyone who dares to poison you..." Song Wanqing did not dare to say any more.
Xiao Jiuan chuckled, "You are more effective than the old Chinese doctor."
He had indeed been poisoned.
After returning to Beijing, countless imperial doctors came to the mansion to treat him. Most of them did not dare to tell the truth, and those who dared to tell the truth did not dare to treat him.
Xiao Jiuan guessed that if the old Chinese doctor was here, he would definitely dare to speak and treat it, because he couldn't guess who was behind it.
At this time, the little girl in front of him had obviously made some vague guesses.
"Do you dare to treat it?" Xiao Jiuan asked not whether he could treat it, but whether he dared to treat it.
Song Wanqing then raised his head and looked over.
"Ninth Prince," she suddenly knelt down, "please help my daughter cancel her marriage to Prince Chu."
Xiao Jiuan smiled and said, "You haven't started to treat this disease yet, and you are making conditions?"
Song Wanqing looked pitiful, "My little girl has put forward conditions, so of course... she wants to exchange with the Ninth Prince."
She later realized that she was a little timid. She huddled up into a small ball and looked at Xiao Jiuan with hope.
"Can't help!" Unexpectedly, he refused.
"Rin Dao..." He even wanted to see off the guests.
"Ninth Prince," Song Wanqing knelt on the ground, climbed a few steps forward, and tugged at the hem of Xiao Jiu'an's clothes, "This is all a matter of your words. I will definitely be able to cure your leg."
Xiao Jiuan looked at the little hand, "Weren't you quite smart just now? If I hadn't wanted to marry you, how would I have helped?"
Song Wanqing stopped talking.
Indeed, when she found Xiao Jiuan, she only thought that Xiao Jiuan might be able to change the emperor's mind, but she never thought about how Xiao Jiuan would intervene in this matter.
She was lost in thought, could this road not work?
Xiao Jiuan bent down and gently lifted Song Wanqing's chin with the silver bone fan in his hand, "Could it be that...you want to marry me?"
For unknown reasons, Xiao Jiuan is still unmarried.
The little girl wears a tender pink veil, and the scars on her face are looming. This delicate pink color makes her exposed forehead extra white, and her eyes are so clear that they are filled with tears at this time, and there is actually a struggle inside. mood.
Xiao Jiuan almost laughed and took back his fan, "I have no interest in a yellow-haired girl like you."
Song Wanqing bit her lip angrily.
"Didn't I hear that you like Xiao Yi very much?" Xiao Jiuan asked casually, "Why don't you want to get married?"
"I was blind before. I didn't want to marry that coward." Song Wanqing was not in a good mood at this time, and her brain was not very clear, so she dared to say anything.
Mainly, she wasn't worried about Xiao Jiuan suing.
Xiao Jiuan was immediately amused. This was the first time he heard someone dare to say that Xiao Yi was timid, but that she was a girl with no hair.
He closed the fan and tapped his palms, "As for my leg, do you want to treat it?"
"Treat!" Song Wanqing stood up and sniffed, "But the poison of the Ninth Prince is difficult to cure, and my medical skills are limited. The Ninth Prince..."
"Don't let you die easily." Xiao Jiuan said the next words for her.
Song Wanqing's careful thoughts were exposed, and she spat out her pink tongue, "The poison of the Ninth Prince is indeed difficult to cure."
After leaving the palace, she at least got a death-free medal. As long as Xiao Jiuan was willing to protect her, she would not die.
It's just that she had to think of other ways to break off the engagement.
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When Song Wanqing returned to the Hou Mansion, she saw a luxurious carriage parked at the door, and a trace of hatred appeared in her eyes.
"Miss, you are finally back." Chen Yu didn't know how long he had been waiting, and he was sweating profusely.
"What's wrong?" Song Wanqing asked calmly.
"Miss, Luo Yan was made to kneel for two hours by the Marquis. He can no longer walk."
No wonder the little girl is scared.
Song Wanqing sneered in her heart, she liked this kind of dog-eating-dog drama the best.
"Miss, His Royal Highness Prince Chu is here. He is in the front hall right now," Chen Yu lowered his voice, "The Marquis said that if you come back, you should hurry over."
Song Wanqing took his time and went back to change his clothes.
"Miss, shall we go there right away?" Chen Yu was extremely anxious.
"I won't go." Who knew that Song Wanqing actually sat down and read a book, with no intention of going over to see the King of Chu.
"Miss...if you don't go, you will offend the King of Chu, and I'm afraid..."
Before Chen Yu could finish speaking, a call came from outside.
"His Royal Highness the King of Chu has arrived!"
People are coming to your door!
