I thought Song Weixin could live a little better, but the next day, news came from the palace that the emperor personally ordered Su Jinhuan to treat Song Weixin.
It was the head of the Song family who came to the palace to ask for the order.
When Su Jinhuan took the medicine box to the inn, she was stopped by Song Zhe.
Song Zhe pointed at her and yelled.
"Su Jinhuan! It's all your fault! My sister is seriously ill now, and it's all because of you! You are a disaster!"
"Master Song, are you wasting your time?"
"Stop being so glib!" Song Zhe stepped forward, lifted Su Jinhuan's collar, with a sly smile on his lips: "However, if you agree to marry me now, I can consider interceding for you. My father listens to me very much, do you want to give it a try?"
Su Jinhuan pushed him away with disgust in her eyes: "Get your dirty hands off."
"Su Jinhuan! Don't be ignorant."
"It's not like you don't know what your sister did! She deserves it!"
After saying that, Su Jinhuan stepped into the inn, Song Zhe smiled coldly and followed.
In the inn room, Su Jinhuan met the head of the Song family for the first time.
The man looked upright and had a bit of majesty between his brows. He did not look like someone who came from an ordinary businessman's family, but looked like the aura that a high-ranking and powerful person should have.
His momentum is no weaker than that of the military attache in the court.
Su Jinhuan guessed that he should have been a military commander in the past, and his arms were still thick and powerful.
"Are you Su Jinhuan?" Song Li, the head of the Song family, looked at Su Jinhuan coldly.
Su Jinhuan nodded.
"Show it to my daughter."
Su Jinhuan stepped forward and felt Song Weixin's pulse.
Compared with last night, her condition has improved a lot. Without her medicine, Song Weixin might have died last night.
Huo Siyu's kick was really powerful.
Su Jinhuan took out the silver needle and pierced Song Weixin's body densely, then wrote a prescription and asked someone to prepare the medicine.
Song Li looked at Song Weixin with a worried look on his face and asked, "Master Su, how is my daughter?"
"All the internal organs have been severely damaged and need a good rest. During this period, you cannot get emotional or get out of bed. Otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted and recovery will never be possible."
Before Song Li could say anything, Song Zhe was the first to get angry: "In your Fengdu, my sister was beaten like this. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
"Xin Xin's behavior is clearly caused by someone who knows martial arts!" Song Lidao.
Su Jinhuan glanced at them and packed her things with an indifferent expression: "If you want to ask for an explanation, go to the Yamen, or meet the emperor directly and say goodbye!"
Song Zhe directly grabbed Su Jinhuan's arm and refused to let her go.
"Master Su, the Emperor has ordered you to cure my sister. If you leave, who will be responsible if something happens to my sister?"
"What do you want?"
"Master Su, please stay at the inn these days!"
Song Zhe said.
Looking at his expression, Su Jinhuan knew that Song Zhe had no good intentions.
Song Li also said: "Yes, the emperor has agreed. Mr. Su, you can stay here."
"Don't you want to use me to blackmail the emperor into sending someone to help you investigate how Song Weixin got injured?" Su Jinhuan crossed her arms and looked at the two people coldly.
Song Li stopped pretending and said bluntly: "Mr. Su, you are a smart man, and I will not do anything to you! My daughter was so seriously injured, and I must find the murderer! But this is in your Fengdu city. It’s difficult for me to do things in our territory, so we can only ask your people to find it for us.”
"I can stay here, but my daily food and clothing are not cheap!"
She is not here to do charity, she must choose the best.
Song Li agreed without even thinking about it, and immediately asked someone to book the best room in the inn.
After Su Jinhuan went in, she found that the windows were very large and radiant. Facing the sun, the room was very bright.
The beds are comfortable and soft, and the environment is comfortable.
"You want such a nice room, don't you want it just for me?"
Song Zhe walked into the room and looked at Su Jinhuan with a half-smile.
Su Jinhuan almost gave him a big slap in the face.
Why are some people so thick-skinned!
"Song Zhe, don't you have a mirror in your room?"
