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Beijing, Prince Huai's Palace

"Master, there is still no news."

"Okay, got it, let's go down."

Zhao Huaijin sat upright in the study, playing with a used syringe in his hand, with a hint of disappointment on his face.

After nearly a year of rest, Zhao Huaijin has fully recovered.

That day, he helped his father to do some civil affairs and passed by a place called Songjia Village, where they encountered an ambush.

As the guards were not around him at the moment, he was left alone to fight the criminals to the death.

At that time, Zhao Huaijin was seriously injured and had been stabbed more than a dozen times. On his way to escape, he encountered a tiger and was bitten.

Zhao Huaijin thought he was dead, but unexpectedly he met Song Qingwan who had just traveled through time and was saved by her.

Thanks to Song Qingwan's timely treatment, Zhao Huaijin was able to hold on until reinforcements arrived and was taken back to the capital.

However, Zhao Huaijin didn't know the name of his savior. He asked people to conduct a secret investigation for a long time, but failed to find the young female miracle doctor.

Zhao Huaijin only found this strange needle-like object in his clothes, which should have been left by the girl when she treated his injuries.

He asked the imperial physicians and folk doctors, and they all said that they had never seen such a thing, let alone heard of it.

"Is it really impossible to find it?"

Zhao Huaijin sighed and put the syringe back into his drawer.

He wanted to find Song Qingwan, firstly to repay his gratitude, and secondly to keep her by his side.

If such a talent were discovered by Prince Yu first and became his enemy, the consequences would be disastrous.

Song Qingwan naturally would not have thought that she would make a mistake and drop the syringe containing anesthetic, which was picked up by someone.

She would never have thought that she had been targeted.

Song Qingwan was already planning to leave Songjia Village. She felt that the time was ripe and planned to leave here and open a clinic.

"Qing Wan, where can you go as a girl? Stay with your parents."

Liu wiped her tears. After so many things happened, she also developed some real feelings for Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan naturally would not agree. She knew that Liu had changed, but wasn't it because of her money?

Now she can only stop hating the Liu couple, but it is impossible for them to be her relatives.

"Mom, I will come back to see you when I have time. Take care of yourself and Dad."

Song Qingwan had just gone out with her package when she suddenly saw a group of people coming towards her. Before Song Qingwan could react, those people arrived at her doorstep.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Qingwan?"

The old man in the lead blocked Song Qingwan's way.

Song Qingwan looked the old man up and down. Although she didn't know much about ancient clothing materials, she could feel that the clothes he wore were very luxurious.

"Excuse me, who are you? What can I do for you?"

"You are Miss Qingwan. Great! I finally found you!"

After hearing Song Qingwan's answer, the old man pulled Song Qingwan to get on the carriage.

"Hey, hey, why are you pulling me? Who are you?"

Song Qingwan broke free from his pull and frowned with some dissatisfaction.

"Oh, blame me, blame me. Miss, please forgive me. I am the housekeeper of the Prime Minister, Mr. Song, and I have come to take you home."

"Go home? What prime minister? I don't know him."

Song Qingwan gave the old man a cold look and was about to leave. She was just an ordinary country girl and didn't know any prime minister.

"Miss, please stay! Are you the adopted daughter of this family?"

The old man stood in front of Song Qingwan, looking somewhat excited.

"Yeah, I heard it was picked up."

"That's right. Miss Qingwan is the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion who was abandoned by the common people. This time I came here to take Miss home."

"what?"

Song Qingwan felt like God was playing a huge joke on her. She went from being a country girl to the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister?

Sitting in the carriage back to the capital, Song Qingwan still felt like she was dreaming.

The luxury of this carriage made her, a modern person, speechless. How much would such an exquisite carriage cost?

The space in the carriage is very spacious, and the body is made entirely of solid wood, with exquisite carvings and extreme luxury.

"It turns out that no matter what era it is, rich people can live a good life."

Song Qingwan sighed, and she began to feel a little uneasy about the life she was about to face.

She had been missing for fifteen years, so why did they choose to take her back at this time? It was obvious that it was easy for the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion to find her.

Does this prove that we knew she was in Songjia Village from the beginning?

"We're here, Miss."

The driver's voice outside interrupted Song Qingwan's thoughts, and she stopped daydreaming.

Who cares! He won't eat her anyway.

When Song Qingwan got out of the car, what came into view were two vermilion doors with a golden plaque hanging on it with three big characters inscribed on it: Prime Minister's Mansion.

Song Qingwan sighed in her heart, what a grand occasion! Prime Minister Song and his wife were already waiting.

"Qing Wan, you are Qing Wan? My daughter!"

A beautiful middle-aged woman in luxurious clothes rushed over, hugged Song Qingwan in her arms, and burst into tears while holding her.

Song Qingwan was a little out of breath and didn't dare to move. She guessed that this might be the Prime Minister's wife.

"Madam, calm down and don't scare Qing Wan."

Prime Minister Song Chengfeng came over. His face was as pale as water, and he did not show any welcome for his daughter's return.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Qingwan, come and let mother see."

The Prime Minister's wife wiped her tears with a handkerchief, let go of Song Qingwan, stood still, looked at her carefully and said

"As expected, she is the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Her demeanor is not inferior to that of the noble ladies of the major families in the capital."

Song Qingwan stood there in a daze like a puppet, not knowing how to react for a moment.

"Mother, is this the eldest sister?"

A clear and tender voice was heard. Song Qingwan turned her head and saw a pretty girl with an innocent face walking up to her.

"Sister, I'm Yunshuang, nice to meet you, elder sister."

The girl performed a standard salute, and Song Qingwan hurriedly helped her up.

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite."

"Thank you, big sister."

Song Qingshuang stood up, a hint of disdain flashing in her innocent big eyes.

Haha, she is indeed a country girl, and her speech is extremely vulgar!

Song Qingwan saw it all, and she understood that not everyone welcomed her back.

"Come in first. Qing Wan just came back and must be exhausted from the long journey. Go in and rest first."

Prime Minister Song spoke, and his wife nodded, taking Song Qingwan's hand and entering the mansion.

Along the way, Song Qingwan listened to Prime Minister Song and Madam Song nagging about how much they missed her over the years, and she often lost her appetite.

Haha, how true is this?

Song Qingwan did not show it on her face, but pretended to be extremely moved. She said that she was satisfied to be able to return to this home, and thanked her father and mother for their years of searching.

Isn't it just being an actor? As if everyone can do it!

I have to say that the Prime Minister's Mansion is indeed large, with three courtyards, pavilions, towers, gardens and kitchens, it has everything you need.

For the first time, Song Qingwan had an idea of ​​the powerful and wealthy families in ancient times. They were so luxurious.

Mrs. Song took Song Qingwan to a yard, and it was obvious that the yard had just been swept.

"This is your yard, Wan'er. If you need anything, just tell your mother."

"Thank you mother."

"I am sorry for you. If you had always been by my side, why would you have to live such a hard life?"

The Prime Minister's wife felt distressed again and began to cry again.

Although Song Qingwan had no feelings for this lady, she could feel that she really welcomed Song Qingwan back.

Song Qingwan coaxed her mother with soft words, and the Prime Minister's wife seemed to remember something.

"You don't have any maids in your courtyard. Mother will transfer some to you."

"No need, mother, I'll just let Chun Ya follow me."

Song Qingwan insisted on taking Chun Ya with her when she left. When Widow Li knew that her daughter was going to work in the Prime Minister's Mansion with Song Qingwan, she naturally agreed.

Who wouldn't want their children to go to a better place? Besides, Widow Li was absolutely confident in Song Qingwan.