Song Wanqing got dressed and lingered for a while before going to Linfeng Residence.
On the way, Chen Yu kept comforting her, "Miss, who is the Ninth Prince? I haven't seen anything before, so don't be embarrassed."
She touched her chin in confusion, "But it's quite strange. The Ninth Prince is not young yet, so why has he never married? I didn't see him having any maids in Linfengju."
Song Wanqing didn't find it strange. After experiencing the dispute in the East Palace in her previous life, she understood the thoughts of the royal family.
Xiao Jiuan was once one of the contenders for the throne, and later became the master of the throne. If he marries a wife and has children, he may not be able to live in the capital with peace of mind.
When they arrived at Linfeng Residence, they saw Lin Dao waiting outside the door.
"Miss Wanqing, you are finally here." He stepped forward with a smile, "The prince is in the study."
Song Wanqing nodded, "Thank you, Master."
"Why are you thanking me? Go and thank the prince properly." Lin Dao clasped his fists in congratulations, "From now on, the girl can live in Prince Zhan's Mansion with peace of mind."
Song Wanqing smiled and went to the study.
At the door, she took a deep breath before entering cautiously, "My daughter has met the Ninth Prince. Thank you very much for today's incident, Ninth Prince, for dealing with the Emperor."
Just now, Concubine Jing sent the reward with a displeased expression. It was obviously the emperor's will, so she knew it must have been Xiao Jiu'an who said something.
"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank your mother." Xiao Jiuan's eyes swept over Song Wanqing's shoes, his face was cold and indifferent, and there was no emotion at all.
"My mother?" Song Wanqing was slightly surprised.
Xiao Jiuan nodded, "Your mother also has some connections with the emperor, but..."
He chuckled, "I've been up there for so long that I probably forgot some things. I just reminded him."
"Thank you, Ninth Prince." At this time, Song Wanqing vaguely felt that Shen Yue seemed to have many stories, but he had never told her.
She assured Xiao Jiu'an sternly, "Don't worry, Ninth Prince, there are still two ingredients left for the third set of medicine. It will be prepared soon. When Ninth Prince can stand up, my daughter will leave immediately."
Xiao Jiuan frowned, "Aren't you used to living here?"
"No, no." Song Wanqing waved her hand quickly, "It's just that I don't want to disturb the Ninth Prince for too long."
"How was the food?" Xiao Jiuan asked again.
Sure enough, the little girl's eyes lit up and she said, "I don't have to choose the chef in the palace. The food and snacks are very satisfying."
"Okay." Xiao Jiuan continued to read with his head down, "Go back and take good care of yourself."
As soon as Song Wanqing left, he called Lin Dao again, "Instruct the kitchen to prepare Jiao Yuexuan's meals according to my order."
"Ah?" Lin Dao was a little surprised.
"You can go if you are told. You don't want to keep that apprentice?" Xiao Jiuan looked impatient.
"Oh, I'll go right away." Lin Dao ran away without looking back.
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After Chen Yipei came out of Prince Zhan's Mansion, he did not return to the palace immediately, but went to Ding'an Hou Mansion.
Chen Qinglian was very surprised when she heard that the emperor not only did not stop Xiao Jiuan from leaving Song Wanqing, but instead asked Chen Yipei to give away many rewards.
"How could this happen?" She looked puzzled, "How did Xiao Jiuan persuade the emperor?"
Chen Yipei gritted his teeth, "It's not because of that bitch Shen Yue."
"..." Chen Qinglian immediately lowered her head and stopped talking.
"Right now, we can only stand still and look for another opportunity." Chen Yipei scolded Chen Qinglian, "Qinglian, I am in the palace and everything is inconvenient. You can't let me down anymore."
"Qinglian understands, please rest assured, Madam." Chen Qinglian slowly raised her head, "Song Wanqing already knows that Shen Yue died at my hands, and she and I...one of us must die."
"This Song Wanqing is really difficult to deal with. You should be careful in the future and find the right opportunity before taking action." Chen Yipei returned home quickly. She should not leave the palace for too long.
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In the following period, Song Wanqing's life became much cleaner.
The Ding'an Marquis Mansion no longer came to call her back, she was in a good mood, the food at the Zhan Prince's Mansion was getting better and better, and her injuries recovered quickly.
Three or five days later, news came from Qingyin Temple asking Biyun to go back.
"Aunt Yun, please go back. I'm almost healed." Song Wanqing personally delivered her to the door of the palace.
"Okay, young lady, I'll go back first. If there's anyone who needs me, I'll have someone send a message to Qingyin Temple." Biyun got on the carriage and left in a hurry.
"Miss," Chen Yu lowered his voice on the way back, "I heard that the Ninth Prince's mother-in-law, Mrs. Chen, lives in Qingyin Temple, and Aunt Yun should be taking care of her."
"I see." Song Wan nodded clearly, "It should be to repay the Ninth Prince for saving his life."
"If you are so anxious to call Aunt Yun back, could something have happened to Mrs. Chen?" Chen Yu murmured in a low voice.
Song Wanqing frowned, "Please pay attention, the Ninth Prince is also kind to us now. If there is really anything that needs help, we should do our best."
"My slave understands."
Song Wanqing's body has almost recovered, and she has actually gained a little weight, but her menstrual periods are becoming less and less frequent.
She didn't take it seriously. She made the medicine herself, drank it every now and then, and adjusted it slowly.
She devoted herself to studying Xiao Jiuan's last medicine.
On this day, the prescription was finally decided. Song Wanqing felt excited and nervous all over, so she hurried to Linfeng Residence.
But only Zhimo was seen.
"Your Majesty is not at home. He went out yesterday." This guy obviously still didn't like Song Wanqing, and his attitude was indifferent.
Song Wanqing frowned, "You went out yesterday? When will you come back?"
Zhimo's expression turned even worse, "When will the prince come back? Will he still have to report to Miss Wanqing?"
"..." Song Wanqing was speechless.
"Master Zhimo, what are you talking about?" Chen Yu is not afraid of him. Zhimo looks delicate and thin, and his martial arts value is probably not half that of Lin Dao. Her young lady has Lin Dao's backing, so why should she be afraid of him?
She frowned and raised her little face, "Our lady has developed the last medicine. Don't you, Lord Zhimo, want your prince to stand up?"
Zhimo twitched the corners of his lips, "Miss Wanqing, don't you want to delay for some more time? Or...this third dose of medicine is useless?"
"Lord Zhimo, what do you mean by this?" Shen Yu was furious, "Do you mean that our lady is deliberately dragging you away and doesn't want to leave?"
Zhimo lowered his eyes and acquiesced.
"You!" Chen Yu stomped his feet, "Miss, this Zhimo is so bad. When you see the Ninth Prince, you must file a complaint against him."
"Okay." Song Wanqing understood that Zhimo did not welcome her, and when she left, Zhimo naturally understood that he was not unwilling to leave.
She asked again, "Lord Zhimo, where did the prince go?"
"No comment!"
"..." Song Wanqing was a little unhappy, "Master Zhimo, on the one hand you want me to leave quickly, but on the other hand you are preventing me from healing the prince's leg. Are you scholars so awkward?"
