In the back mountain courtyard of Qingyin Temple, Song Wanqing's medicine was indeed effective. Within a few days, Mrs. Chen was able to get out of bed and walk, and even took a walk in the yard.
On this day, after Song Wanqing accompanied the old concubine for a walk, someone from the Ministry of Punishment sent a message saying that Chen Qinglian wanted to see Song Wanqing.
"What does she want to do with you?" Concubine Chen is now very dissatisfied with Chen Qinglian, "I'm afraid she will beg for mercy again, Xiao Qing'er, don't pay attention to her."
Song Wanqing asked the person who sent the letter, "Has anyone visited her recently?"
The man nodded, "Yesterday, Concubine Jing went there with Prince Chu's concubine, but there were no others."
Song Wan nodded clearly, "Okay, I'll pack up and go back with you."
"Xiao Qing'er is leaving?" Concubine Chen said with a look of reluctance. After a few days of contact, she found that although Song Wanqing's personality was not like Shen Yue's, she was still the same at heart, a good child with a kind heart.
The old concubine even vaguely hoped that if Shen Yue had been as calculating and temperamental as Xiao Qing'er, she might not have died so early.
"His Majesty, your health is almost healed. I have also left the prescription. I will visit you often." Song Wanqing planned to go down the mountain.
"Well, it's really hard for you young people to stay in this boring mountain." Mrs. Chen agreed to let them go. "Then you can go back. Remember to come and visit me, an old lady."
"Don't worry, Concubine." Song Wanqing went to change her clothes, packed her things, and then went to say goodbye to Xiao Jiu'an.
"Are you going to see Chen Qinglian?" Xiao Jiuan frowned, "Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes." Song Wanqing nodded, "There are some things that I still have to hear her admit in person before they can be settled."
"Forget it, go ahead." Xiao Jiuan raised his hand.
After Song Wanqing left, Xiao Jiuan was called by Mrs. Chen.
"How long do you plan to stay on the mountain?" Unexpectedly, Mrs. Chen looked disgusted and started to chase people away. "I am tired of seeing your expressionless face every day."
"..." Xiao Jiuan said speechlessly, "Concubine, I only spend half an hour with you every day. If you want to drive me away, just say so."
"It's good that you know." Mrs. Chen said angrily, "I was lucky enough to be cured by Xiao Qing'er this time, but what about next time? Who knows if I will have such luck?"
Xiao Jiuan had already guessed what she was going to say and remained silent without answering.
Concubine Chen said to herself, "Lao Jiu, how old are you? When can you marry a princess to serve me? I am not young anymore, and I also want to hug my grandson."
Xiao Jiuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sure enough, once a person is no longer sick, he has a lot to think about."
"You unfilial son, what do you mean?" Concubine Chen stared, "Who wants to take care of you? I am the only mother who has no worries."
"Okay, okay, my son knows." Xiao Jiuan comforted the old lady, "Don't worry, my son will work hard."
Concubine Chen said thoughtfully, "You are seven years older than Xiao Qing'er..."
She looked at her son thoughtfully, "Besides, there is a big gap in seniority. Otherwise, Xiao Qing'er's mother really likes him."
"..." Xiao Jiu'an was speechless, "Concubine, why do I think that in your eyes, I have become a bad old man?"
"Almost!" Mrs. Chen snorted dissatisfiedly, "Don't always think how young you are, look at that little Qing'er, that's what you call young and fresh!"
After coming out of the main room, Lin Dao glanced at his prince's ugly face from time to time.
"Ling Dao," Xiao Jiu'an finally couldn't help but ask, "What? Do you also think this king is very old?"
"No, no," Lin Dao hurriedly shook his head, "The prince is in his prime, not old at all, not old at all."
Xiao Jiuan was still not satisfied, "Compared with your disciple?"
"..." Lin Dao was silent.
"explain!"
Lin Dao subconsciously took a step back, "Compared with Miss Wanqing, the prince is indeed a little old."
"You're looking for death!" Xiao Jiu'an was sitting in a wheelchair. The silver bone fan was like a swimming dragon with eyes, chasing the cold knife and beating him violently.
On the other side, Song Wanqing arrived at the Penal Department Prison and met Chen Qinglian.
At this time, Chen Qinglian was neatly dressed and sitting dignifiedly in the corner, looking as if she was still the beautiful mistress of the Hou Mansion.
After the jailer and others retreated, Chen Qinglian smiled at Song Wanqing, looking very happy, "I didn't expect you would really dare to come."
"It's not me who did the wrong thing, so why didn't I dare to come?" Song Wanqing took a few steps closer and asked coldly, "To this day, do you regret killing my mother with poison that day?"
Chen Qinglian also stood up and walked over, asking puzzledly, "I have never understood what happened back then. I did everything right. You were only seven years old at the time. How did you know the truth?"
Song Wanqing gritted her teeth and stared at her, "If I said that my mother gave it to me in a dream, would you believe it?"
"Haha..." Chen Qinglian chuckled twice, "It doesn't matter. Song Wanqing, I know you want revenge, but it's a pity that what happened back then is unfounded. This time, even if I can't go out immediately, I can only stay for three days. Five years..."
She looked at Song Wanqing provocatively, "You will never be able to avenge your mother."
"Stay for three to five years?" Song Wanqing twitched her lips, "Then I really congratulate you in advance. I thought Concubine Jing came here with Song Zhiqiu yesterday to listen to her last words."
When Chen Qinglian was exposed, her expression immediately changed, "Song Wanqing, so what if I die, do you think you can really avenge your mother?"
Song Wanqing looked at her coldly, waiting for her to continue.
"Back then, your mother regarded me as her best sister. Even if she was alive, she would do no harm to me." Chen Qinglian looked at her with a sinister look, "I have no reason to kill her, so what really wants her is Order..."
She sneered, "You can never kill."
"Is it Concubine Jing?" Song Wanqing looked at Chen Qinglian without blinking, paying attention to her expression, "Or is it the one from Fengyi Palace?"
Chen Qinglian's eyes clearly flashed with pride, "Then I have no comment."
She slowly walked back to the corner, sat upright again, and closed her eyes slightly, "I have finished what I want to say, you can go back."
"Chen Qinglian, listen carefully," Song Wanqing was about to leave, "No matter who it is, I will definitely avenge my mother!"
She turned around and walked out, but unexpectedly met Chen Yipei at the door.
Song Wanqing was blessed with a blessed body, "My little girl Song Wanqing has met Concubine Jing!"
"Why are you here?" Chen Yipei looked unwelcoming.
At this time, someone suddenly rushed out of the prison and said sternly, "Come here, take down Song Wanqing! Chen Qinglian was poisoned to death, and Song Wanqing is the biggest suspect!"
