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The two did not return to the Meng family until late at night. Meng Fanyu was intimate with Xier for a while before he reluctantly got off the carriage and returned to his own yard.

Xier spent a long time tidying up her clothes before she dared to return to Song Yunshuang's yard with her head down. If Song Yunshuang discovered anything unusual about her body, all her efforts would be wasted.

"You're back? Why are you so late today?"

"My dear, my son-in-law is drunk. He is going back after he sobers up. The driver is driving slowly on the road, and he is afraid that my son-in-law is not feeling well."

"Humph, what does it matter if he's comfortable or not? Just come back earlier next time to avoid that old witch causing trouble again!"

"Yes, Miss, I understand."

"Go down and continue to follow him tomorrow. I'm a little busy recently, so you don't have to wait on me."

"Yes, the servant knows."

After Xier left the room, Song Yunshuang began to write again. Now that Concubine Wan was already pregnant, she had to speed up the process and make Concubine Xiang pregnant as well.

Recently, she got some fertility-aiding drugs from her master, and she has to deliver them to Concubine Xiang tomorrow.

Only when Concubine Xiang is also pregnant with the dragon fetus can the next part of the matter be carried out.

Song Yunshuang never imagined that while she was so busy plotting against Song Qingwan, a fire would break out in her own backyard.

Ever since Meng Fanyu and Xier had an affair, he tasted the sweetness. Xier was a virgin and had been raised in the prime minister's mansion since she was a child. Naturally, her looks and skin were not comparable to those girls in brothels.

So Meng Fanyu began to go out every day to have an affair with Xier under the pretext of going to Chunfeng Tower. Seeing that Meng Fanyu had taken the bait, Xier took the initiative to find Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan was very satisfied with Xier's speed, which was even faster than she expected.

"Congratulations first, Miss Xier. You will be out of trouble soon."

"But he still doesn't want to give me a name, what should I do?"

Although Meng Fanyu was dissatisfied with Song Yunshuang in many ways, he did not dare to take a concubine against her wishes, not to mention that Xier was her maid, so every time Xier mentioned this matter, Meng Fanyu hesitated.

"This is easy. The one the Meng family wants him to take in a concubine the most is Old Madam Meng. As long as you get pregnant and tell Old Madam Meng, she will naturally make the decision for you."

"Didn't the young lady tell me about a way to help this slave get pregnant quickly?"

Song Qingwan took out the ovulation-stimulating medicine that she had prepared long ago, and handed two small blue pills to Xier.

"Start counting from the first day of your period, take the medicine on the fifteenth day. Try to get this blue pill to Meng Fanyu as well. It will probably work."

"Thank you, miss."

Xier happily took the medicine back home, and Zhao Huaijin came out from his hiding place.

He has been busy investigating the men in black recently, so he doesn't have much time to spend with his wife.

Today, Song Qingwan went out, and he insisted on following her no matter what, for fear that Song Qingwan would think he was deliberately ignoring her and become angry and ignore him.

"Why can't I understand Awan's intention?"

"The reason why Song Yunshuang is so fearless now is because she is staying in the Meng family's backyard. No one can take the initiative to go to the Meng family to find trouble with her, but if she is kicked out, that may not be the case."

"My beloved concubine is extremely wise. I admire her very much."

"I have noticed that the prince has lost a lot of weight in recent days. Does he need to take some supplements?"

"No matter how delicious the supplements are, they are not as delicious as the princess's beauty."

"Oh? Why don't you try it now?"

Zhao Huaijin was defeated and raised his hands in surrender. It was broad daylight and there were no houses nearby. Where could he eat?

Song Qingwan winked mischievously, stretched out her hand and pulled Zhao Huaijin into the space.

Don't eat at this time, but when will you wait!

For the next few hours, Zhao Huaijin could only lie obediently on the Simmons bed in the space and accept Song Qingwan's favor.

The two of them didn't return to the palace until dark. As soon as they entered the door, Awu ran over in a panic.

"Master, my cousin is injured. He encountered an assassin just after leaving the capital."

"Where is the man?"

"I am in your bedroom now, and I have not disturbed anyone."

"Well, well done. Strengthen the guards of the palace and don't let the news leak out."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Zhao Huaijin explained everything, he took Song Qingwan to their bedroom.

As soon as I entered the room, a strong smell of blood hit me. I saw Yan Yu lying on the ground, his purple robe had been stained red with blood.

"Ayu! What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Huaijin stepped forward, lifted up Yan Yu's body, and called him anxiously.

But Yan Yu's eyes were closed and his face was pale, and he had obviously fainted.

"Ajin, put him down and go out to guard him. Don't let anyone in."

"Awan, please save him, he can't die!"

Song Qingwan looked at the panicked Zhao Huaijin and nodded solemnly. She had never seen Zhao Huaijin so scared.

"Leave it to me, I'll do my best!"

Zhao Huaijin obediently walked out of the room and stood outside.

Song Qingwan didn't dare to delay and quickly brought Yan Yu into the space and cut off Yan Yu's clothes with scissors.

How cruel! Yan Yu was stabbed more than a dozen times, almost every one of them hit a vital part, and one of them was only a few centimeters away from the heart.

This is intended to kill Yan Yu. Such a serious injury is even more serious than the one Zhao Huaijin suffered back then.

Due to severe blood loss, Yan Yu’s vital signs were disappearing.

Song Qingwan immediately hung up the blood bag and gave Yan Yu a blood transfusion first, and then cleaned the wound, sewed it, and bandaged it.

After several hours of hard work, the bleeding finally stopped, Yan Yu's physical indicators gradually stabilized, and Song Qingwan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She covered Yan Yu with a thick quilt to keep him warm and put an oxygen mask on him.

After doing all this, Song Qingwan walked aside and began to write the next treatment plan. Yan Yu could not go out for the time being and needed to stay here for a few days.

Zhao Huaijin, who was standing outside the door, felt his heart in his throat. He and Yan Yu grew up together and were closer than brothers. He didn't dare to think about how he would accept it and how the Yan family would accept it if Yan Yu really died.

Early the next morning, Song Qingwan finally came out of the space. She opened the door and found Zhao Huaijin sitting on the ground with red eyes.

Seeing her come out, Zhao Huaijin quickly stood up and walked up to her with a nervous look on his face.

"Awan, Ayu?"

"He's still alive, and the bleeding has stopped."

"That....."

"I'll take you in to see him."

"it is good"

Song Qingwan moved her mind and took Zhao Huaijin into the space. Zhao Huaijin couldn't believe it.

"Awan, this..."

At this time, Yan Yu had tubes inserted all over his body, an oxygen mask on his face, fluids in his hands, and strange numbers flashing on the machine next to him.

"He's injured too badly. If not, he would have died. Don't worry. He will wake up in a few days."

Although Zhao Huaijin didn't quite understand this operation, he trusted Song Qingwan's medical skills very much.

After three days of anxious waiting, Yan Yu finally woke up. He looked at the strange house with wide eyes in surprise.

Yan Yu was about to speak when he found a strange mask on his mouth. Where was this? Was he dead?

"You are not dead, you are alive and well."