Not long after Xiao Jiuan left, Song Wanqing was called to the main room again.
"I've met the concubine." She blessed herself and bowed obediently.
Concubine Chen spoke slowly, "I heard that your medical skills are very good and you have obtained the true biography of the old Chinese doctor?"
"My little girl doesn't dare to be a prince. She just learned a few things from her grandfather." Song Wanqing answered modestly.
Concubine Chen chuckled lightly, "Your mother had excellent medical skills when she was alive. During the days when she was a medical girl in the harem, she was highly praised by all the palaces."
Song Wanqing lowered her head, "My mother has always been my little girl's role model."
"Auntie," Chen Qinglian called softly from the side, reminding Mrs. Chen not to forget about business, "it's better to let Qing'er take a look at your illness. Maybe she can do something about it."
"Yes." Mrs. Chen came back to her senses and waved to Song Wanqing to come forward, "Come and feel my pulse. My body is very unhappy today. Can you see if there is any way to heal it?"
"Yes." Song Wanqing didn't shirk at all. He stepped forward and carefully felt for Concubine Chen's pulse.
After a moment, she spoke slowly, "The Concubine's pulse is slow and slow, her liver is depressed and her spleen is weak, there is phlegm in her body, and her lung energy is unfavorable, so her breathing is difficult and rapid."
Hearing what she said so eloquently, Mrs. Chen was slightly surprised, "Then this disease...can you cure it?"
"Yes." Unexpectedly, Song Wanqing agreed, crisply and confidently.
"Qing'er, this is not the time to talk big words." Chen Qinglian was very satisfied with Song Wanqing's arrogance. Even the old Chinese doctors couldn't cure Mrs. Chen's illness. How could Song Wanqing cure her?
She reminded with a serious face, "The person in front of you is the biological mother of the Ninth Prince, the only living concubine besides the Queen Mother. Do you really know how to treat her?"
"It can be cured." Song Wanqing still didn't hesitate at all.
Chen Qinglian and the old concubine looked at each other.
Chen Qinglian smiled and said, "Auntie, are you willing to let Qing'er try it?"
"That's good. If it can be cured, I will be rewarded greatly." When Mrs. Chen said this, there was no hint of appreciation in her eyebrows, because she also thought that Song Wanqing was a great success.
She added coldly, "If you can't be cured, don't say I won't forgive you, my Lao Jiu will definitely cure you."
"My little girl understands." Song Wanqing was neither humble nor overbearing.
Concubine Chen frowned, "Your unyielding temperament looks more like your mother's."
"Come here," she said loudly, "come with Qing'er to get the medicine. I want to see if this girl's medical skills are as good as her mother's."
Song Wanqing left quickly.
"Aunt, what I said is right, this Qing'er is really too courageous." Chen Qinglian shook her head repeatedly, "How can she possibly cure your disease?"
Concubine Chen was also very disappointed, "I just want to help that child Shen Yue rub her energy."
When Song Wanqing went to write the prescription, Biyun appeared again.
"Little miss, can you really cure the old lady's illness?" She also found it incredible. After all, Song Wanqing's medical skills could not be better than the old lady's.
Song Wanqing stopped writing and said, "Let's try it. Although we are not absolutely sure, there is at least hope."
"Little miss, you really shouldn't be in the limelight at this time," Biyun shook her head, "Chen Qinglian is here every day, and she is worried that she can't find any excuse for the little miss. If you really can't cure the old concubine, …”
Biyun sighed deeply, "Chen Qinglian will definitely make a fuss about this."
Song Wanqing didn't know. She patted Biyun on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Yun. Doctors are kind-hearted. As long as there is hope, I am willing to try. For me, it may just be that I was harmed by Chen Qinglian and lost the Prince of War Palace." This protective umbrella, but if even I give up, the old concubine can only..."
She just felt the old concubine's pulse and found that the old concubine's condition was already very serious. If she was not treated, she might not be able to survive for long.
"If the old concubine knows that you have such filial piety, she will be very happy." Biyun gritted her teeth and said, "It's a pity that because of Chen Qinglian's chewing, the old concubine has a deep misunderstanding of the young lady."
She assured Song Wanqing, "Don't worry, young lady, I will definitely tell the old lady your feelings."
"No need." Song Wanqing smiled, "As long as I can cure the old concubine's illness, all misunderstandings will be solved."
Biyun nodded, "What the young lady said is absolutely true, then let's wait for the good news."
After dinner, Biyun personally prepared medicine and delivered it to Concubine Chen, "Concubine, it's time to drink the medicine."
Concubine Chen looked at the bowl of thick brown soup and frowned, "What's going on? Aren't you going to drink Dean Li's medicine when you have a cough? Why are you getting over it now?"
"Taifei, you have forgotten that this medicine was not first prescribed by Li Yuan, but by Miss Wanqing." Biyun said with a smile, "Maybe Miss Wanqing can really cure Taifei's disease."
"Song Wanqing prescribed it?" Concubine Chen took the bowl of medicine with a sullen face, walked closer to her and poured the medicine out the window.
Biyun's eyes widened in shock, "Toffee, this medicine... won't you drink it?"
Concubine Chen looked back at her, "What? Do you really believe that your former mistress can cure my illness?"
"Taifei, Miss Wanqing really wants to cure Taifei. The servant actually reminded her that she shouldn't interfere in this matter, but she said that at worst she would be hated by you and the Ninth Prince, but she wanted to give it a try. She has this filial piety. …”
"Haha," Mrs. Chen sneered, "She is smart. She knew you would definitely pass the message to me, so she said these words on purpose."
"Toffee, I believe that the young lady is not this kind of person."
"Biyun, have you forgotten your identity?" Mrs. Chen's face was completely cold. "Do you believe it? How old was she when you last saw her? Why do you believe it?"
"..." Biyun knelt on the ground, "I have come to Qingyin Temple to take care of the concubine for five years. I am naturally the concubine's family, but..."
"Okay, no need to say any more." Concubine Chen said coldly, "For Shen Yue's sake, I won't do anything to her, but she can no longer live in Prince Zhan's Mansion."
"Yes, I understand." Biyun knew about Concubine Chen's temperament. Concubine Chen did not trust Song Wanqing at this time, so it would be useless for her to say more.
"Also, no one is allowed to tell me that I have nothing to do with Tang Yao," Mrs. Chen reminded again, "Even Lao Jiu, otherwise, I will definitely not keep you."
"My slave understands." Biyun understood at this time that the old concubine had never thought of treating Song Wanqing from the beginning.
The old concubine had only one purpose, to let Xiao Jiuan drive away Song Wanqing.
Sure enough, early the next morning, Mrs. Chen was bedridden, saying that she had not slept well all night and felt dizzy.
"Do you want the Ninth Prince to invite Chief Li to come over again?" Biyun asked with concern.
Concubine Chen shook her head and said, "Go and call Song Wanqing over. It's because I drank her medicine that I feel so uncomfortable."
"..." Biyun stood motionless, looking in a dilemma.
"Go quickly!"
