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In the end, Song Changqing suffered from intellectual problems due to lack of oxygen to his head due to the peanuts stuck in his throat for too long.

Jiang held the child and knelt in front of Song Qingwan, begging her for help in treating the child. Song Qingwan said that she was powerless, as this kind of damage was irreversible, and she was a doctor, not a god.

"Mrs. Jiang, you should check who gave the peanuts to Changqing. Why would a baby who can't even walk eat something like that?"

"Miss, do you mean that someone wants to harm my son?" Jiang was horrified.

"I can't draw a conclusion on this. I believe Aunt Jiang will make her own decision."

Jiang returned to her yard with the child in her arms, and began to check Song Changqing's diet yesterday.

Finally, I learned from the maid that the second young lady came to see the eldest young master yesterday!

Jiang staggered into Song Yunshuang's yard. Song Yunshuang was already dressed up, and the Meng family would come to pick up the bride soon.

"Are these the peanuts you gave to Changqing?"

"It's me. Song Qingwan is quite capable. She actually managed to save him. She's really meddling in other people's business."

Jiang looked at her daughter in a red wedding dress, with a beautiful face, who looked like a female ghost in red, and she collapsed.

"Why? Chang Qing is your brother, why would you do this? What good would it do you to kill him?"

"Humph, we are both children of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Why can he be loved by you all while I have to marry into such a poor family? Since I can't live well, then you can forget about living well!"

Jiang remained silent. Looking at her daughter's insane appearance, she felt regret for the first time.

If she had not worked so hard to support Song Chengfeng in his imperial examinations but had found someone to marry, would she have lived a happy life?

In the end, Jiang returned to her yard with her child in her arms, feeling heartbroken. She really couldn't send Song Yunshuang off to marry with a smile on her face.

The bridal sedan finally arrived. The matchmaker covered Song Yunshuang with a veil, then went to the front yard to bid farewell to her father and mistress. Pang Shi also said a few words of blessing to her. The formality still had to be done.

In front of the prime minister's residence, Song Yunshuang looked back at the vermilion gate, then turned back and got on the bridal sedan. She would not let today's humiliation go.

Not long after Song Yunshuang got married, Song Qingwan received another invitation from the eldest princess, who specifically instructed Song Qingwan to go there as soon as possible.

Song Qingwan felt a little strange. The princess' illness was supposed to have been almost recovered, and she hadn't heard of anyone else being sick in the mansion.

Song Qingwan was full of questions, but when she arrived at the princess's mansion, she realized that the empress dowager was ill.

When she saw the eldest princess again, Song Qingwan felt much more at ease. The eldest princess was actually very easy to get along with. As long as you didn't offend her, she would not punish you casually.

"I wonder if the princess could explain the Queen Mother's condition?"

"Ah, I feel really bad for asking you for help again this time, but my mother's illness really can't be delayed any longer."

"If Qing Wan is able to help the Queen Mother with her treatment, she will definitely do her best."

Song Qingwan didn't dare to brag. Although she had superb medical skills, she couldn't treat all diseases. There were some terminal illnesses that modern medical technology had not yet conquered.

"My mother has been ill for several years. She started with pain in her left leg. The doctor said it was a sprain and treated her for injuries from falls, but she never got better.

Later, a lump appeared on his leg and the pain became even more severe. No matter how the imperial physician tried, acupuncture was of any help.

Now my mother is in so much pain that she can only stay in bed. The palace doctors have all seen her, but they are helpless. "

Song Qingwan roughly understood in her mind that the empress dowager was probably suffering from a bone disease, most likely bone cancer, which was a very tricky disease.

The eldest princess looked at Song Qingwan who kept her head down and remained silent, and the hope in her eyes faded away bit by bit.

She knew that she couldn't force someone to do something. So many experienced old doctors couldn't cure the empress dowager's illness, not to mention that Song Qingwan was only a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Song Qingwan, if you can cure the Queen Mother, this palace and the Queen Mother can grant you a favor. You can set the conditions."

Song Qingwan knelt down and knocked her head deeply on the ground.

"It's not that I don't want to treat... Princess, to be honest, I only have 70% chance of success."

"I know that the Queen Mother's disease is difficult to cure. Your 70% chance of success is already very high. I will consider it."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your sympathy."

Song Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief. She just wanted to let the princess understand that the empress dowager's illness might not be cured, and if she died, don't blame her.

The eldest princess is naturally a smart person, but after all, it is the Queen Mother's fate. She cannot make the decision alone and still has to discuss it with the Emperor.

She also didn't want Song Qingwan to be punished. Once she started treating the empress dowager, if anything went wrong, she might not be able to save Song Qingwan.

While the two were talking, a servant announced that Prince Yu had arrived.

"Please."

"My nephew came uninvited, I hope you won't blame me, aunt."

Prince Yu walked in in dark red suit. He glanced at Song Qingwan and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Song Qingwan bowed slightly and then stood aside.

"Jun'er, why do you have time to come here today?"

"Yesterday, my mother sent some ginseng and donkey-hide gelatin. I thought you might need it, so I sent it to you after court today."

"You have a heart."

The eldest princess's face was full of smiles. Both of her nephews were very filial, and her years of love were worth it.

"Aunt, are you not feeling well again?" Zhao Yujun glanced at Song Qingwan beside him.

"Oh, no, I feel that I have a good relationship with Qing Wan, so I asked her to talk to me."

"I see."

Song Qingwan lowered her head and remained silent, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible. She didn't want to eavesdrop on the conversation between the prince and the eldest princess.

"It's getting late. I'll take my leave first. Aunt, please get some rest."

"Well, please help me send Qing Wan out."

"Yes"

Song Qingwan hurriedly followed Prince Yu out with her head down. As she walked, she complained in her heart, why did Prince Yu keep looking at her? Was he obsessed with her sister's beauty?

"Bang... Ouch!"

Song Qingwan was so busy with her head down and thinking about something else that she didn't notice that Prince Yu had stopped. She didn't have time to brake and bumped into Prince Yu's back.

"Are you OK?"

"Why don't you stop and say something? How are you going to compensate me for my broken nose?"

Song Qingwan's eyes were filled with tears and her nose was red, and it was obvious that she was in great pain.

Prince Yu suppressed his smile and bowed to apologize.

"My bad, Miss Song is very generous."

"Okay, since you are beautiful, I will forgive you."

Sister? Prince Yu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. It was the first time he had seen such a bold girl. It was true that Prince Yu was beautiful, but no one had ever said it so bluntly.

Most importantly, Prince Yu did not feel offended because he saw pure appreciation in Song Qingwan's eyes.

"Thank you very much, Miss Song, for your generosity."

"Hmph, no wonder so many girls like you. You are such a good-looking man with high emotional intelligence." Song Qingwan muttered softly.

"what?"

"Nothing, I'm leaving now. See you later."

Song Qingwan touched her nose and got on the carriage back to the prime minister's residence. Zhao Yujun stood there and watched silently until the carriage disappeared around the corner.

Song Qingwan, is it really like this?