"You got better quickly."
Suddenly, a cold female voice came from the door.
Song Wanning was stunned, and quickly led Qing He forward to bow her knees and salute.
"I've met the young lady."
Song Qingyi's disdainful gaze passed over the woman, waved her hand, and said coldly: "Get up."
"You all get out."
Qinghe glanced at Song Wanning worriedly, but followed Nanny Zhao out.
"How did you feel last night?"
Song Qingyi stared at Song Wanning and said in a cold tone.
Hearing this, Song Wan Ning frowned slightly and understood the purpose of Song Qingyi sending people to deliver chicken soup these days.
Her body was forcibly ripened and could secrete juices like a mother who had just given birth.
But her juice is not for children to eat, but to seduce men's desire.
The chicken soup Song Qingyi sent must have something to promote lactation, so she often felt bloating and pain in the past few days.
There was too much juice and it was clogged, causing her to have a fever.
"Young Madam, I wonder what Yun Ning did wrong?"
Song Wan Ning knelt on the ground, lowering her eyes.
Song Qingyi took advantage of the woman's lowered eyebrows. She stepped forward and lifted the woman's chin, forcing her to raise her head.
His cold eyes fell on the woman's breathtaking face.
His pupils shrank and he threw the woman away unhappily.
"Song Wanning, I sent you to the Marquis Mansion to ask you to find a way to make the prince give up practicing Buddhism, not to threaten my position!"
He took out a purse from his arms and dropped it on the ground.
Little brother!
This is her birthday gift to her little brother!
Song Wan Ning was startled, took her purse, knelt forward, grabbed Song Qingyi's skirt, and looked at her with pleading eyes, "Young Madam, if I make you unhappy, I can hit or scold you, but please don't hurt me. , he is also your brother."
"Is a bastard born from a lowly maid worthy of being my younger brother?"
Song Qingyi sneered and kicked the woman away.
"Song Wan Ning, please learn the tricks of your bitch mother to seduce people. Once the three months is up, if your stomach still hasn't moved, don't blame me for being rude."
Song Wan Ning lowered her head, bit her lip with a pale face, and clenched her hands in her fallen sleeves.
He nodded patiently, "Yes."
Song Qingyi snorted coldly, stood up and left.
"Auntie, what's wrong with you?"
As soon as the person left, Qinghe immediately ran in. Seeing Song Yuning lying limply on the ground, he helped the person up worriedly.
Song Wanning shook her head, "It's okay."
"I asked you to check the chicken soup yesterday, so there is no need to check it."
"The young lady will not send chicken soup again in the future."
Qinghe's eyes were full of doubts, but he still nodded.
Song Wan Ning pinched the purse in her hand, her brows filled with worry.
"Qinghe, did nothing really happen last night?"
Qinghe shook his head and suddenly thought of something, "By the way, the prince wanted to ask the doctor for my aunt last night, but you refused, and... my aunt smelled so good last night."
Hearing this, a blush flashed across Song Wanning's face, she coughed slightly and waved her hand.
"I'm a little tired. You go down and do your work. I want to take a rest."
Qinghe went out in response.
Song Wanning put away her purse and sat in front of the dressing table. She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her face a little pale, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she looked like a sickly beauty.
Why isn't my brother-in-law moved?
Qinghe said that she was not allowed to call the government doctor last night because she was afraid that the government doctor would find out something by checking her pulse. If He Yuzhang knew that she used the secret skills of the Western Regions on her body, it would be to seduce him.
I'm afraid I'll be disgusted to the extreme.
But...did nothing really happen last night?
Obviously she feels like...
Is it a dream?
