Song Wanqing bought the medicinal materials and went back, where he saw Chen Qinglian waiting in Jingqing Pavilion.
"Qing'er, you're back." Chen Qinglian came up to her with a smile, "I heard Zhiqiu say, did you go to Guangsheng Hall?"
"Yes." Song Wanqing responded and went straight into the house.
Chen Qinglian was not angry even after being ignored. She followed behind and explained, "Qing'er, don't get me wrong. I asked Zhiqiu to get the account book. You also know that Guangshengtang is the largest shop left by your mother. I have to Just be more attentive.”
"Thank you for your hard work, mother." But there was no trace of gratitude on Song Wanqing's face.
For a while, the two of them were silent, but Chen Qinglian obviously had no intention of leaving.
Song Wanqing raised the corners of her lips and asked deliberately, "I wonder how your sister's dowry is being prepared?"
"The preparations are almost complete, and I have spent all my money," Chen Qinglian smiled sarcastically, "Fortunately, Concubine Jing in the palace loves Zhiqiu so much that she subsidized it a little, so I think I can handle it."
"That's good." Song Wanqing glanced at Chen Yu.
Chen Yu immediately went to bring a box and handed it to Chen Qinglian.
"I gave this to my sister as a token of my appreciation." Song Wan said calmly, "It's not a valuable thing. I hope my mother won't dislike it."
Chen Qinglian opened it and took a look, her face suddenly darkened. There was obviously a pile of rags in the box. Song Wanqing was clearly cursing someone by sending these things.
Song Wanqing had a good time, waiting for Chen Qinglian to have an attack, but saw that the other person's face quickly softened.
"Then I will collect it for Zhiqiu first, and then let her come over in person to say thank you." Chen Qinglian gave the box to Hongmei behind her.
Song Wanqing was slightly surprised. It was strange that Chen Qinglian had been very tolerant of her recently.
"Qing'er, I see you have put on a veil again recently. How is the scar?" Chen Qinglian asked with concern.
"much better."
"Let mother take a look." Chen Qinglian came closer, with concern in her eyes.
Song Wanqing hesitated for a moment and then lifted the veil.
"It is indeed much better," Chen Qinglian gently touched Song Wanqing's scar, "It seems that Qing'er's medical skills are indeed inherited from the old Chinese doctor. In a few days, the injury will be healed."
"Thank you for your mother's good wishes." Song Wanqing put on her veil again.
After leaving Jingqing Pavilion, Chen Qinglian gave the contents of the box to Hongmei.
"Madam, this Song Wanqing is indeed a little arrogant." Hongmei was indignant.
Chen Qinglian gritted her teeth with hatred.
She grew up with Song Wanqing's mother, Shen Yue, but from the time she could remember, the things Shen Yue used were thousands of times better than hers.
The Shen family is a medical family, and the generation of the old Chinese doctor is particularly outstanding. The Shen family has both virtue and wealth, and Shen Yue is a proud daughter of heaven.
At that time, Chen Qinglian was jealous of Shen Yue and almost went crazy with jealousy.
However, God is fair. No matter how good Shen Yue was, she would not have married Song Qingshan and died in her hands. The dowry left by Shen Yue also fell into her hands.
From now on, it will be Shen Yue's daughter's turn to be jealous of Chen Qinglian's daughter.
In Jingqing Pavilion, Song Wanqing always felt that Chen Qinglian was a little strange.
She asked Chen Yu, "Is there anything unusual these days?"
Chen Yu shook his head and asked in a low voice, "Miss, could it be that someone in our yard poisoned you?"
Who could that be?
Song Wanqing couldn't imagine that besides the people in the yard, who could interfere with his food, clothing, and daily life?
She couldn't think of a reason for a while, so she went to research the prescription first.
Unexpectedly, early the next morning, something happened to her face again.
"Miss," Chen Yu cried in fright, "What's going on? How did they poison them so quietly? What should we do?"
Song Wanqing looked at the red marks on her face, and she vaguely guessed something.
"It's okay, just let them continue to stare at you for the next few days."
"Yes." Chen Yu wiped his tears and quickly went to find those eyeliners to give them careful instructions.
A few days later, Song Wanqing sent Xiao Jiuan a second batch of medicine, which was still three prescriptions. Lin Dao quickly sent someone to brew it.
Xiao Jiuan saw her putting on the veil again, "The injury on her face hasn't been healed yet?"
"Back to the Ninth Prince, there are always people tampering with me, and the wounds are repeated."
She said this very calmly, which made Xiao Jiuan stunned for a moment, and he looked at her exposed eyes curiously.
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he should be the most carefree and bright, but Song Wanqing's eyes are always like a wave of lake water, very calm, but it also makes people feel that there is a hidden surge under the lake.
During the incident at the Princess Mansion last time, Xiao Jiuan knew that Song Wanqing had been poisoned, but did not come to the rescue. He thought that Song Wanqing would cause trouble afterwards.
In the end, there was nothing. Song Wanqing accepted the incident calmly and continued to detoxify him.
This girl... is really special.
Three bowls of medicine were boiled quickly, and the smell was pungent. When the cold knife was brought to him, his expression was very ferocious.
"Miss Wanqing," he said hesitantly, "are you sure...this thing can cure diseases?"
"These three bowls are all poison," Song Wanqing's expression did not change when he said this, "If you drink the cold knife, you may not survive tonight."
"..." Lin Dao felt that his jaw was about to drop in shock.
"But for the prince, it may be an antidote." Song Wanqing still spoke in a relaxed tone, "Ninth prince, the medicine this time... is very strong. If you drink it, the reaction will definitely be greater than last time. You..."
Before she finished speaking, Xiao Jiuan had already drank the first bowl.
He frowned, obviously disgusted with the taste of this bowl of medicine.
After waiting for a while, there was no response. Song Wanqing signaled that he could drink the second bowl.
Xiao Jiuan quickly drank the second bowl. This time, before he could put down the medicine bowl, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then he fainted again.
Lin Dao quickly supported Xiao Jiu'an. With the experience last time, he did not dare to act rashly this time, but looked at Song Wanqing in horror.
Song Wanqing immediately stepped forward to check his pulse and said, "Help the person to lie down on the bed."
Xiao Jiuan's pulse at this time was strong and strong, but it was disorganized, which was a sign of poisoning.
Could it be that I used the wrong bowl of medicine?
"Miss Wanqing, is our prince okay?" Lin Dao saw that Song Wanqing looked bad and asked her anxiously.
"I don't know." Song Wanqing told the truth.
Lin Dao really wanted to kneel down for her. The little girl was not very old, but she always spoke shockingly. What she said could scare a living person to death!
"I will stay here today until the Ninth Prince wakes up." Song Wanqing added.
"Then I'll bother you, girl." Lin Dao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The two of them were guarding Xiao Jiuan at one side of the bed and the other at the door, but Xiao Jiuan did not wake up until it got dark, and his pulse was still very messy.
Song Wanqing was a little scared. Could it be that he had to live another life and die because of the doctor who killed Xiao Jiuan?
