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The journey would have taken five days, but Zhao Huaijin managed to arrive in three days. Only after entering the capital city did Zhao Huaijin feel relieved.

When Song Qingwan returned to the prime minister's residence, she found that Pang Shi had fallen ill. She had cried until her tears dried up, and Song Yunshuang, whom she had not seen for a long time, actually came back.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Baocui, what happened?"

"Miss, you don't know that there is a rumor in the capital that you and Prince Huai were infected with the plague in Jiangnan. Madam... Madam... can't bear it for the time being..."

"Is this true? Where did the news come from?"

"The Imperial Palace, I heard that Lord Lan, the governor of Gusu, submitted a memorial early in the morning, and Imperial Concubine Yu in the palace also fell ill."

Baocui also started crying. The lady had not eaten or drunk for several days, and the second young lady had made the house a mess.

Song Qingwan understood. It was probably when she and Zhao Huaijin were trapped in Gusu City that Lan Chengan submitted the memorial.

Damn Lan Chengan, just wait for me!

There was nothing wrong with Pang's body, she just suffered a great blow at that time. After Song Qingwan came back, she gradually recovered.

When Song Yunshuang heard that Song Qingwan had returned, her joyful mood fell to the bottom again.

She heard from the Meng family that Song Qingwan died in Gusu City. She was so happy that she ate an extra bowl of rice and went straight back to the prime minister's residence with Xier.

Her life is not easy now. Song Yunshuang, who was used to a luxurious life in the prime minister's mansion, has to cut down on expenses in the Meng family. The monthly allowance is not enough for her to squander.

She didn't know how to manage the shop that Pangshi gave her as a dowry, so she didn't make much money. Just when she was arguing with Meng Fanyu because they didn't have enough money, she heard the news that Song Qingwan had died.

She was planning to take Pang's dowry. If Song Qingwan died, Pang's dowry would naturally be hers, because Pang had no other children.

"She is not dead, she is not dead!"

Song Yunshuang was grinding her teeth in the room. Song Qingwan came back and all her wishes were dashed.

"I'm not dead. Is my sister extremely disappointed?"

Song Qingwan walked into her room slowly and glanced at the furious Song Yunshuang.

"What are you talking about, elder sister? I am so happy that you have returned safely."

"Well, that's really touching. Now that I'm back, my sister can go back without any worries."

Song Yunshuang suddenly turned her head and stared at Song Qingwan with a fierce look, as if she wanted to poke a hole in Song Qingwan's face.

"Are you really Song Qingwan? Who are you?"

"Sister, don't you know whether I am Song Qingwan or not?"

Song Qingwan met Song Yunshuang's gaze frankly. She knew that Song Yunshuang suspected her, but she was not afraid.

"No, you are not her. Although I don't know who you are, I am 100% sure that you cannot be Song Qingwan."

"I think my sister is confused. I advise you to stay well in the Meng family and don't dream of what you don't deserve."

After Song Qingwan finished speaking, she stood up and walked out of Song Yunshuang's yard. She knew that Song Yunshuang had not given up. Ha, how could a reborn vengeful spirit admit defeat so willingly?

Song Yunshuang did suspect Song Qingwan. If at first she thought that it was because Song Qingwan came back early that there were so many differences from the previous life, after so many things happened, she had to doubt.

She is skilled in medicine, and is favored by the eldest princess and the queen mother. She is proposed to by King Huai, and even the emperor wants to make her his concubine.

The Song Qingwan she knew definitely did not have such ability. Could it be that Song Qingwan was also reborn?

At this moment, Song Yunshuang seemed to have discovered something extraordinary. She stopped making a fuss and got up and happily returned to the Meng family.

Song Qingwan didn't care what Song Yunshuang thought of her. She would fight against the enemy with her own hands and cover the water with earth. She was originally a lonely soul from another world. What was there to be afraid of?

When Zhao Huaijin returned to the palace, he found that a mourning hall had been set up and his tablet had been prepared.

Zhao Huaijin was so angry that his nose was crooked. He immediately ordered his servants to remove all these and then hurried into the palace.

Concubine Yu has been ill for more than half a month. Ever since she saw Lan Cheng'an's memorial, she has been crying almost every day, and no one's advice can help.

"Mother concubine, mother concubine!"

Zhao Huaijin almost ran into Concubine Yu's Yuqi Palace, and without waiting for the servants to report, he went straight to Concubine Yu's bed.

"Mother, please look at me, I am Jin'er!"

Concubine Yu slowly opened her eyes and saw her son in front of her. She closed her eyes in disbelief, then opened them again.

"Jin'er, is it really you? Am I dreaming?"

"Mother, I am back. You are not dreaming! I am unfilial and have made you worried."

Zhao Huaijin grabbed Concubine Yu's hand and placed it on his face. Concubine Yu carefully touched it and felt the warmth from her hand before she believed that her son had really returned.

"Jin'er, you're still alive. That's great! That's great!"

Concubine Yu struggled to sit up, and finally a smile appeared on her face. She held Zhao Huaijin's hand tightly and was reluctant to let go.

"Mother, I am fine and have not been infected with the plague."

"Quick! Tell your mother what happened? Why did they say you were dead? How did you escape?"

Zhao Huaijin recounted how he and Song Qingwan entered Gusu City to treat the people, were imprisoned in the city, developed drugs to save people, and then captured Lan Chengan.

Concubine Yu listened and nervously clutched the handkerchief in her hand from time to time. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the two people came out safely.

"Good boy, I am proud of you. Bring Song Qingwan to me in a few days."

"Yes, you will like her."

Originally, Imperial Concubine Yu had some complaints about the Emperor's arranged marriage. Like everyone else, she felt that Song Qingwan came from the countryside and was afraid that she would not be able to marry into a noble family.

But because her son liked her, she just agreed. Now, hearing Zhao Huaijin praising Song Qingwan, she couldn't help but feel a liking for Song Qingwan.

It is Zhao Huaijin's blessing that such a girl marries him!

When the emperor heard that Zhao Huaijin had returned, he summoned him after the morning court session.

"It's good that you're back. Your mother is about to cry herself blind."

"I am an unfilial son. I should have sent someone to deliver the letter earlier."

"You did a good job this time. I am very pleased. This is your first time handling such a big matter. I didn't expect you to be able to do so well."

"Thank you for your praise, Father. I was able to return safely this time, and the people of Gusu were able to defeat this plague. Song Qingwan has made an indelible contribution."

"Oh? How do you say this?"

"Lan Cheng'an, the governor of Gusu Prefecture, embezzled the relief funds from the imperial court and enriched himself, leaving the people without food to eat and medicine to use.

If Song Qingwan had not developed medicine in time to save the remaining people, I am afraid that the entire Gusu City would have been burned down by Lan Chengan. "

"Is this really true?" The emperor was shocked.

"It is absolutely true. Lan Cheng'an has been captured by me and brought back to the capital to await his fate."

"Call Shen Jingyi here and interrogate him. Is a mere prefect of Gusu Prefecture really going to heaven?"

The emperor's rage was like thunder, and the eunuchs hurried to summon Shen Jingyi. But when it came to Shen Jingyi, it would be worse than suicide!