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Prince Yu's Mansion Study

"Your Highness, the maid from the Prime Minister's Mansion who delivered the letter is here again."

"Here you are again? Is it that Song Yunshuang again?"

"Yes."

Zhao Yujun put down the book in his hand, rubbed his forehead with his bony fingers, and shook his head helplessly.

He didn't know what was wrong with Song Yunshuang. She had been sending him letters frequently recently. He didn't know this girl at all, so naturally he had no interest in reading them.

Prince Yu, Zhao Yujun, is the only legitimate son of the current emperor and empress. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the next emperor. There are countless noble ladies in the capital who have a crush on Prince Yu.

After all, Prince Yu is handsome, has a gentle temperament like jade, and is very graceful, but he has not yet married.

It was no longer surprising for Prince Yu's Mansion to receive love confession letters from noble ladies in the capital.

But this is the first time I have seen someone as persistent as Song Yunshuang.

"Master, this letter..."

"Bring it here."

"Yes"

Zhao Yujun didn't have any official business at the moment, so he thought it would be nice to kill some time.

After a while, the subordinates took the letter and placed it on Prince Yu's desk.

Zhao Yujun opened it casually, threw the envelope aside, unfolded the letter and began to read.

As he read, the expression on Zhao Yujun's face changed from calm to solemn. Finally, he squinted his eyes and crumpled up the letter in his palm.

Song Yunshuang, haha, interesting!

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After being reminded by Pang Shi, Jiang Jingshu finally stopped focusing on showing off her belly and began to concentrate on dealing with Xia Zhu.

She is now older and the fetus is stable, so she would occasionally have the courage to let Song Chengfeng stay in her room.

But Song Chengfeng was afraid that something might go wrong. If his son died accidentally, all would be lost.

So Song Chengfeng usually used the excuse of being busy with official duties to sleep in the study in the front yard, which annoyed Jiang Jingshu a lot.

"Shuang'er, do you think your father dislikes me?" That day, Jiang Jingshu came to Song Yunshuang's yard with a bulging belly to complain to her.

Song Yunshuang was still annoyed by Prince Yu's delay in replying to her letter, and she became even more annoyed when she saw Jiang Jingshu's useless look.

"You're about to give birth, why do you still want to tie your father to your bed?"

"Men tend to get tired of the old and love the new. I heard that your father often goes to the yard of that bitch Xia."

"She is only three months pregnant and the fetus is unstable. Her father won't do anything." Song Yunshuang said perfunctorily.

"As time goes on, there's no guarantee that your father won't be seduced away by that bitch." Jiang said hatefully.

"If you are worried that your father will be attached to her, why don't you find a way to get rid of Xia's child?"

Jiang Jingshu was a little frightened. She didn't expect her daughter to be so cruel. That was a fetus. If things went wrong, there would be two deaths, but she let her daughter say it so casually.

"What? You can't bear it? Then stop complaining."

Song Yunshuang spoke with sarcasm and disdain, "If he can't even do this, how can he accomplish anything?"

Jiang Jingshu began to fall into deep thought. Although this method was a bit cruel, it might not be the most effective one.

As long as Xia's child was gone, what reason did Song Chengfeng have to continue to spoil her? She didn't think Song Chengfeng would fall in love with Xia's slave.

"what should we do?"

Seeing that her mother had finally made up her mind, Song Yunshuang curled her lips in satisfaction.

"Xia has the habit of getting up early in the morning to go out for a walk and then coming back to eat. We just need to find a way to put the medicine into her food at that time."

"Where can I get this medicine?"

"I can help my mother with this."

"Really? Shuang'er, mother knows that you are smart and capable."

Song Yunshuang sneered in her heart. She would never let Xia Zhu go easily. How dare this bitch betray her!

This matter was accomplished, which gave her a good chance to vent her anger. If someone found out, she could put the blame on Jiang Jingshu.

Jiang Jingshu left with satisfaction, waiting for the right opportunity to drug Xia Zhu to get rid of her child.

While Jiang and Xia were busy vying for favor, Song Qingwan and Pang were able to spend their days in leisure.

That day, someone came to the Grand Tutor's Mansion with a letter, saying that the Grand Tutor missed his daughter and granddaughter, and hoped that Pang would bring Song Qingwan back to see them.

"It's my negligence. Wan'er, you've been back for so long, but you haven't gone to see your grandfather yet."

"My daughter will accompany her mother back and will go to meet her grandfather now."

"Good boy."

Pangzi asked someone to prepare the carriage, and the mother and daughter set off immediately.

Song Qingwan didn't bring Chunya with her and asked her to stay at home to look after the house. The little girl looked unhappy.

"Be obedient. If there is any movement in the mansion, report it directly to me and mother."

"What do you mean, miss?"

"I am afraid that some people cannot restrain their desire to do evil."

If Song Qingwan's guess was correct, as soon as she and her mother left, Song Yunshuang would probably take action against Xia Zhu immediately.

"I understand, young lady, go as soon as possible and come back as soon as possible."

Song Qingwan and Pang Shi changed into casual clothes, got on the carriage and headed towards the Grand Tutor's Mansion.

The Grand Tutor's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion were only one street away, and they arrived there in a short while.

Song Qingwan helped her mother get off the carriage, and there were servants waiting at the door to greet them.

"Miss! The eldest lady is back. Quick! Go and tell the master that the eldest lady is back with Miss Sun!"

Butler Wang ordered the servant to go in and announce the good news. He personally took the luggage and invited the two men into the house.

Along the way, Butler Wang reported to Madam Pang about the Grand Tutor's recent health condition.

The more Song Qingwan listened, the more she felt that the Grand Tutor's illness did not seem like a toothache.

When they entered the flower hall, Grand Tutor Pang Chunzhi was already sitting there waiting. When he saw his daughter and granddaughter come in, he burst into tears of joy.

Master Pang is now over sixty years old, with gray hair. He lost his wife at a young age and has only one son and one daughter.

The eldest son Pang Min led the army to war at the age of sixteen and eventually died in the battlefield, leaving only his daughter Pang Lingyan by his side.

Song Qingwan stepped forward to greet him, and Master Pang personally helped her up and pulled her to his side to look at her carefully.

"Well, like you, Yan'er, this child looks exactly like you back then."

"My daughter thinks so too, she looks like me."

"Hahaha, now that Wan'er can come back to you, I am relieved."

After the three of them exchanged greetings, they sat down. Song Qingwan asked, "When did grandpa's toothache begin?"

Master Pang thought for a moment and replied, "It has been several years since I started to suffer from this disease. I have consulted many famous doctors but none of them could cure it. They have almost pulled out all my teeth, but it still doesn't work."

"Can Qing Wan take a look?"

Master Pang was a little hesitant. He looked at his daughter with a questioning look. Can this child treat illnesses?

"Father, to be honest, it was Wan'er who cured my daughter's illness a while ago."

"I see. Then Wan'er, take a look."

Master Pang nodded. He didn’t have much hope. So many experienced old doctors couldn’t help. How could a little girl be cured?

Song Qingwan carefully looked at Master Pang's mouth and found that there was no lesion, so she knew what was going on.

"When you have an attack, do you feel pain in your entire face, forehead, and cervical spine?"

"Yes! Wan'er, you are right!"

"Then grandpa, this is a problem with the facial nerves, not a toothache."

"Wan'er, do you have any treatment methods?" Master Pang's eyes lit up. When this disease flared up, it tortured him so much that he almost wanted to die.

"There is a way, but it requires the gods to do it personally."

"immortal?"

Pang Shi hurriedly told her father how Song Qingwan treated her, and said that all she needed to do was to have a good sleep.

Master Pang thought for a moment and decided to accept Song Qingwan's treatment. Since it had come to this, he might as well give it a try!