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After Song Qingwan finished her meal, she remembered that the princess needed a check-up, so she separated from Lin Wantang and agreed to come back and talk later.

After arriving at the door of the eldest princess' room and being informed by the servants, Song Qingwan first went to the reception room in the eldest princess' courtyard.

After entering the reception room, Song Qingwan discovered that both princes were there. She was about to pay her respects but was stopped by the eldest princess.

"There are no outsiders here, Qingwan, just be casual."

"Thank you princess."

Song Qingwan stopped and glanced at Zhao Huaijin. She found that this guy was staring at her. She resisted the urge to curse and asked about the princess's health.

"I followed your instructions and I feel much lighter. My old injuries are almost healed."

"Then please go to the inner room, Princess. I will check the rest for you."

The eldest princess understood that the two princes were men after all, and some things were indeed not convenient to say.

"Aunt, please go with Miss Song. Jin'er and I will sit for a while." Prince Yu was as considerate as ever.

"it is good"

Coming to the inner room, Song Qingwan asked the princess to lie down. She lifted up her clothes to check her wound, and gently pressed her lower abdomen with her hands.

"Does it hurt here?"

“It doesn’t hurt”

"What about here?"

"Hmm... I don't feel anything either."

"Will it hurt if I use more force like this?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"Okay, Princess, you can get up now."

The princess tidied her clothes and asked Song Qingwan what was going on.

"The care was excellent and the princess is recovering well."

"That's good."

"But Princess still needs to pay more attention to her diet and be careful not to catch a cold. She should also be more careful not to catch a cold during this period."

Song Qingwan gave detailed instructions, saying that the main concern was fever. If there was inflammation, it would be detrimental to the recovery of the wound inside.

The princess called her personal maids and asked them to write down everything, then took Song Qingwan back to the reception room.

"You two princes have been waiting for a long time. The princess is now fine. Please rest assured."

"I feel at ease with you here, aunt. I can vouch for Song Qingwan's medical skills. Do you believe it now?" Zhao Huaijin looked proud.

"Haha, I believe it. How could I not believe in the person recommended by Jin'er?" The eldest princess was also helpless to coax her little nephew in front of her.

Song Qingwan understood. No wonder the eldest princess asked her for treatment. It turned out that it was Zhao Huaijin who recommended her.

Zhao Yujun looked at Song Qingwan in front of him with a scrutinizing gaze. He heard two different versions from his aunt and Song Yunshuang. Out of curiosity, he paid more attention to it today.

He discovered that the Song Qingwan he saw in person was not only beautiful, but also well-mannered and tactful, and seemed to have excellent medical skills.

In comparison, Song Yunshuang, who only knows how to talk about other people behind their backs, seems petty.

Song Qingwan took out a porcelain bottle containing anti-inflammatory medicine that she had prepared in advance, handed it to the eldest princess, and carefully explained the usage and dosage.

"Miss Song's medicine is quite special. It does not need to be boiled into a decoction or made into pills." Prince Yu looked at the porcelain bottle and felt even more curious.

"Your Highness, you may not know that this medicine is made by me in secret, so it is naturally a little different."

Prince Yu nodded and asked no more questions. He knew that doctors all had their own secret recipes, so it was understandable that they were unwilling to tell others.

Zhao Huaijin curled her lips and said, not only does she have this medicine, but it can also make you lie on the ground immediately.

After chatting for a while, the eldest princess felt a little tired. When she went into the bedroom to rest, Song Qingwan and the others left.

"Please do as you please, my Lords. Qing Wan will take her leave."

Before the two men could say anything, Song Qingwan quickly walked away. She couldn't let other girls see her with these two men, otherwise she would soon become a public enemy.

"The person Jin'er loves is this Miss Song?"

"Brother, did you see that?"

"Haha, everything is written on your face, how can I not see it?" Prince Yu looked at his silly brother with some doting.

Although the two were not born of the same mother, they grew up together. In fact, the two princes had a very good relationship, but their mothers did not get along.

Being born in the royal family, they have no control over some things, and they cannot decide whether to fight or not.

Fortunately, the emperor is still young, and the conflict between the two has not been brought to the surface, so they still maintain a superficial harmony.

"Brother guessed right, I...I fell in love with Song Qingwan." Zhao Huaijin lowered his head, his ears red.

"Then I'll ask the emperor to grant my blessing someday and I'll make it complete for both of you."

"Brother, do you think she will hate me?"

Zhao Yujun was speechless. He shook his head and walked away. When did his younger brother become so love-minded?

"Hey, brother...hey..." Zhao Huaijin jogged behind him with dissatisfaction and continued to express his lovesickness.

Song Qingwan looked around but couldn't find Lin Wantang, and no one knew where Song Yunshuang had gone. Everyone dispersed and went to look for their good sisters, or to chat with the young men they had fallen in love with.

After walking for a long time, Song Qingwan found that she had walked into a secluded path with no one around. It was getting late, and Song Qingwan was afraid of getting lost again, so she wanted to go back.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Song?"

Song Qingwan was startled when she saw the servant suddenly appear. She looked carefully and found that the maid seemed unfamiliar.

"Yes, what do you want from me?"

"Miss Lin asked me to inform you that she is waiting for you in the room in front."

"Sister Lin? Why did she come to such a remote place?"

"Oh, Miss Lin accidentally knocked over the teacup just now, and her clothes got wet, so she came to this secluded room to clean up."

"Oh, I see. Lead the way."

"Yes, Miss Song, come with me."

The maid led Song Qingwan through a long corridor and arrived in front of a room. She opened the door and motioned Song Qingwan to go in.

"Sister Lin is in there?"

"Yes, Miss Lin has been waiting for a long time."

Before Song Qingwan could say anything else, the maid suddenly came around behind her and pushed her hard into the house.

"Hey...Hey, what are you doing?"

Song Qingwan was pushed and fell to the ground. She got up and tried to go out but found that the door was locked.

Song Qingwan knocked on the door hard, but there was no sound from outside. What else was there for her to understand? This was a plot against her.

Song Qingwan sat on the ground, wondering who had locked her up here and what the purpose was.

"Beauty, little beauty, my brother is here."

With the sound of a door bolt opening, a man staggered in.

Song Qingwan looked carefully and found that she didn't recognize the person, and he looked like he was drunk or drugged.

"My beauty, I miss you so much, come and let me kiss you."

The man with blurry eyes was about to get close to Song Qingwan.

Qingwan dodged, and the man became angry and embarrassed when he saw that he had missed. He shook his head and wanted to continue chasing her, but Song Qingwan took out a syringe and stabbed the man hard.

"What are you using? An embroidery needle, ha ha ha, is this to add interest?"

Before the man could react, he fell straight down in front of Song Qingwan.