"What did you say?" Mrs. Chen coughed immediately without even taking a breath, "Cough cough cough..."
"Taifei, don't be angry, don't be angry." Chen Qinglian quickly brought the tea and said, "Drink some to relieve yourself, relieve yourself."
The old lady was very frightened when she coughed, and her face turned red, as if she was going to faint at any moment.
Chen Qinglian couldn't help but be afraid, and carefully served the old lady to drink tea. She was relieved when she saw that the old lady finally stopped coughing.
If Concubine Chen died because of what she said, then Xiao Jiuan would definitely kill her.
"Qinglian, please tell me carefully, what is going on?" Chen Taifei was obviously very concerned about this matter, and she immediately took Chen Qinglian's hand and asked her to explain clearly.
So, Chen Qinglian told the matter in an easy-to-understand manner.
Concubine Chen frowned, "This girl said she can cure Lao Jiu's leg?"
"That's what I said, but..." Chen Qinglian twitched the corner of her mouth, "Although she has practiced medical skills with the old Chinese medicine for a few days, in the end she is just a teenager. Can she really be cured..."
She shook her head and sighed, "Who knows?"
"You said Lao Jiu brought her to Qingyin Temple?" Mrs. Chen asked again, her tone obviously unhappy.
"Yes, I saw it when I came here." Chen Qinglian looked at Mrs. Chen's expression with her peripheral vision. Seeing Mrs. Chen's frown deepening, she continued to pinch the old lady's legs with satisfaction.
"Qinglian, send someone to call that girl." Sure enough, Concubine Chen wanted to see Song Wanqing, "I want to see what this girl is capable of."
"Don't worry, Princess. I'll ask Hongmei to call her." Chen Qinglian glanced at the eldest girl Hongmei.
Hongmei lowered her head and quickly turned around and went out.
After a while, Song Wanqing came to the main room and met Mrs. Chen.
"My little girl Song Wanqing has met the Dowager Empress."
"Raise your head!" Mrs. Chen said coldly.
Song Wanqing slowly raised her head and saw the old lady looking at herself, so she also looked at the old lady.
The old lady's complexion was a little pale, but it was not serious. Her eyes were blue, as if she had not slept well. From the appearance, it was not obvious that there was anything seriously wrong with her.
Song Wanqing was confused. Xiao Jiuan had already moved here. Logically speaking, Mrs. Chen should be very ill.
"You are indeed a little beauty," Mrs. Chen said calmly, "your appearance is somewhat similar to your mother's."
"The Concubine has great eyesight." Song Wanqing looked respectful.
Concubine Chen snorted, "I heard that you moved into Prince Zhan's Mansion?"
"yes."
"You said it can cure Lao Jiu's leg?"
Song Wanqing lowered her head, "My little girl will do her best."
Concubine Chen snorted again, clearly not trusting her words, and she asked coldly, "Then I ask you, what's wrong with the cure? When can I, Lao Jiu, stand up?"
Song Wanqing was silent for a moment. She remembered Xiao Jiuan's instructions that he must not mention the treatment process to anyone before he could really stand up.
She could only say apologetically, "Back to the concubine, there is no progress yet, but don't worry, the concubine..."
"Don't worry?" Mrs. Chen suddenly patted the soft armrest, "With a girl with evil intentions like you clinging to my Lao Jiu, how can I feel relieved?"
"..." Song Wanqing lowered her head and said nothing. She knew that this was Chen Qinglian's handiwork, and it was useless to explain herself.
"You should move out of the palace immediately and go back to the Marquis Mansion," Mrs. Chen said in a domineering tone, "A little girl who has not yet left the palace can actually move out of the house. How can she behave like this?"
"My dearest concubine," Song Wanqing said slowly, "You want me to move out of the palace, that's fine, but if I move back to the Ding'an Marquis' mansion, I will not be able to obey."
"Girl, do you still have any deep hatred for your parents?" Mrs. Chen looked like she hated iron. "You look very similar to your mother, but your character is far different."
Song Wanqing still stood upright and had no intention of letting go.
At this time, someone came in from outside and spread the word, "To Concubine, the Ninth Prince is here."
Soon, Lin Dao was seen pushing Xiao Jiu'an into the house. Xiao Jiu'an glanced lightly at Song Wanqing who was standing next to him.
"Lao Jiu, come here." Concubine Chen's tone softened significantly and she waved, "Come to Concubine Mother."
Xiao Jiuan motioned Lin Dao to wait aside, then moved his wheelchair forward, "Is my concubine feeling better today?"
"No." The old lady said angrily, "Is this girl living in your house?"
"Yes." Xiao Jiuan responded, his eyes sweeping over Chen Qinglian.
Before he came, he knew that Chen Qinglian had been running here recently, and he also knew what Chen Qinglian had in mind.
However, the old concubine lived here alone. She was very happy that someone was willing to come see her and talk to her, so Xiao Jiuan did not stop her.
"What are you talking about?" Mrs. Chen said with a straight face, "Ask her to move out when we get back."
"Okay." Unexpectedly, Xiao Jiuan agreed immediately.
Lin Dao hurriedly looked at Song Wanqing, and felt heartbroken when he saw the little girl still standing there with her head pressed against her head.
He winked wildly at Xiao Jiu'an, but Xiao Jiu'an didn't look at him at all.
Concubine Chen was very satisfied with her son's obedience and added, "Also, let her go down the mountain immediately. I don't want to see her."
"This... I'm afraid it won't work." Xiao Jiu'an looked a little embarrassed, "Song Wanqing went up the mountain to pray for her mother. She has to pray for at least seven days..."
He turned to look at Song Wanqing, "Really?"
"Back to Concubine, Ninth Prince, yes, the people in the temple said that if there is an interruption, it is unlucky." Song Wanqing noticed something just now. Concubine Chen seemed to like her mother very much.
She knelt down on her knees and said, "Please allow the concubine to pray for the little girl for seven days. The little girl will leave obediently."
Although the old concubine was reluctant, she still nodded, "Okay, then I'll allow you to stay for another seven days. After seven days, you can go down the mountain and move back to Prince Zhan's Mansion."
"My little girl understands."
The old concubine waved her hand, "Okay, you can go down. You are not allowed to wander around here without my summons."
"Yes." Song Wanqing lowered her head and left obediently.
As soon as she went out, someone grabbed her arm. When she looked closely, she turned out to be Biyun.
"Aunt Yun?" When Song Wanqing first entered, she was still wondering why she didn't see Biyun. "Aren't you responsible for taking personal care of the concubine?"
"Yes, but when Chen Qinglian came, I hid." Biyun pulled Song Wanqing aside. It turned out that she had just gone to report the news to Xiao Jiuan, and Xiao Jiuan came so quickly.
"I knew from the first day Chen Qinglian showed up that she wanted to drive you out of the palace through the old concubine." Biyun gritted her teeth, "Fortunately, the Ninth Prince is here, otherwise her evil plan will succeed."
"That..." Song Wanqing couldn't laugh or cry, "The Ninth Prince has agreed to let me move out of Prince Zhan's Mansion."
She shook her head helplessly, and when she turned her head, she saw an acquaintance coming towards her.
