"Hey! Buddha's heart is indeed indestructible!"
Looking at the cakes that were returned, Song Wan sighed.
She didn't see He Yuzhang for several days, and all the cakes she sent to please him were returned.
My already worried heart was now even more uneasy.
If this continues, Song Qingyi will definitely regard herself as an abandoned son.
What will happen to my little brother’s illness then?
"Auntie, Aunt Zhao is here to deliver soup."
Qinghe's voice sounded outside.
Song Wan Ning frowned slightly, "Come in."
She originally thought that Song Qingyi would find a way to punish her because of the incident last time, but she didn't show up in the past few days, and the chicken soup was delivered on time every day.
Even being on time made her a little suspicious.
"Aunt Lan, drink."
Aunt Zhao placed the chicken soup in front of her.
"I have to trouble Aunt Zhao to run again today."
Song Wan Ning said politely, holding the soup bowl and drinking it all under the other person's gaze.
"Aunt Lan, you don't have to be polite. This chicken soup is the most nourishing. Auntie looks particularly radiant these days."
Song Wan Ning smiled lightly and reached out to put the soup bowl, but accidentally placed it on the edge of the table. The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and broke everywhere.
"Yeah, I was careless."
"Qinghe, please clean up."
Aunt Zhao waved her hand, "It's just a porcelain bowl. Don't worry about it, Aunt Lan. I will leave now so I won't disturb your rest."
After Nanny Zhao left with a group of people.
Song Wan Ning quickly picked up a piece of the bowl with the ginseng soup left on it, and whispered: "Qinghe, you go out tomorrow to buy some silk thread, and then show the ginseng soup to the doctor outside."
"Didn't my aunt say that the young lady won't poison you?"
Qinghe quickly put the things away.
Song Wan Ning lowered her eyes, feeling a little painful in her chest, and frowned slightly.
"It won't be poisoned, maybe..."
In order for her to successfully seduce He Yuzhang, Song Qingyi went to the Western Regions to seek secret techniques, and asked her to soak herbs every day and forcefully ripen the body of one of her boudoir daughters to produce juice.
The strong fragrance makes people want to stop smelling it.
But... I have been feeling extremely painful these past few days...
So she suspected that this chicken soup was...
"Qinghe, don't worry about the rest. Just ask the doctor if there is anything wrong with the chicken soup and if it will affect someone who has just given birth."
Just gave birth?
Qing He didn't understand, but seeing Song Wan Ning's serious expression, he didn't ask any more questions.
After lunch, Song Wanning took the Buddhist scriptures to study.
The so-called knowing yourself and your enemy means you will be victorious in every battle.
But the more I looked at it, the more dizzy I felt, so I fell on the bed and wanted to sleep for a while.
This sleep lasted four or five hours.
Song Wanning was awakened by Qinghe's cry.
She felt that her eyelids were very heavy and her head was dizzy. She wanted to speak, but found that she could not control her body at all.
The whole person felt light and airy.
"Auntie, don't scare me!"
Qinghe watched Song Wanning weakly open her eyes and kept crying.
"I..." Song Wanning struggled to squeeze out a word.
She just felt very uncomfortable all over her body.
"Auntie, you have a fever. I went to ask the young lady for help. But, the young lady said that the doctor has gone to the old lady's yard to serve you, and she is not willing to hire another doctor for you."
"Auntie, what should I do? This slave, wuwu, this slave is afraid."
When Qinghe was a child, he saw people being burned to death due to fever.
She was afraid.
But being isolated and helpless in the Hou Mansion, she didn't know what to do.
Song Wanning wanted to speak, but a wave of dizziness hit her and she fainted again.
Qing He touched Song Wan Ning's hot forehead and felt his heart tighten.
Suddenly I thought of someone.
"That's right. Crown Prince!"
After saying that, he turned around and rushed out of the door.
He Yuzhang had just turned off the lights and was about to go to bed when he suddenly heard a noise outside the hospital.
"What's the fuss about at night?"
When Qinghe saw He Yuzhang coming out, he knelt down in front of him and cried: "Your Majesty, please save my aunt. She has been having a fever and has passed out."
Hearing this, He Yuzhang frowned slightly.
"If you have a fever, go to the government doctor to see him. What's the use of calling me?"
What tricks is this woman playing?
Qinghe shook his head, "I have already gone to invite you, and the doctor has gone to the old lady's courtyard."
"Your Majesty, please, please go and save my aunt."
Qinghe was afraid that He Yuzhang would reject him, so he kept kowtowing.
My forehead was bleeding.
"okay."
He Yuzhang waved, frowned and said, "I'll go take a look."
Qinghe was delighted and quickly took He Yuzhang to the side yard.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he smelled a strong milk fragrance, and He Yuzhang felt his mouth was a little dry.
He Yuzhang quickly stepped into the room and looked at the pale man with closed eyes on the bed, his heart tightened.
He thought it was this woman's trick, but he didn't expect that she was really sick.
"Why is it so hot?"
He reached out and probed Song Wan Ning's forehead, and He Yuzhang was immediately startled.
"Yuanbao, go to the grandmother's hospital and ask for the doctor."
As he finished speaking, his arm was suddenly held by a pair of weak, boneless hands.
Looking back, he saw the woman half-opening her eyes, looking at him weakly.
"No, no doctor, no, no..."
