I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

Song Wanqing's eyes lit up, and she patted his shoulder with relief. Although he dodged her, she still said shamelessly, "Very good, I admire you very much. You are a conscious and promising young man. Keep working hard!"

Yan Chu:?

One day he will make His Highness divorce this scheming woman!

As if she had noticed Yan Chu's thoughts, Song Wanqing narrowed her eyes coldly and smiled strangely, "I advise you not to have any plans against me~"

When Yan Chu was swept by her gaze, he suddenly felt a chill from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head. He gritted his teeth and interrupted, "Madam Song is so considerate of His Highness, I will naturally not harm you."

"That's good."

"It's just that I have something else to discuss with Miss Song."

"Go ahead."

"In order to protect your safety, I want to stay by your side." Yan Chu handed over the shop deed with a serious look, "The shop is given to you for free, but I have one condition."

"I will be the manager of this store," he said.

"Ha." Song Wanqing chuckled and said indifferently: "Master Yan, I have plenty of money."

Seeing that he was about to speak, she raised her slender hand slightly, interrupted his words, and said: "In today's world, there are not so many feudal rules. If there are, it's because the money is not enough."

Hearing this, Yan Chu's eyes showed surprise. He didn't expect that she could have such an insight.

He had to admit, she had a point.

Song Wanqing's fearless look made Yan Chu secretly tighten his breath. He compromised and said, "If Madam Song lets me stay, I can promise Madam Song one thing unconditionally."

After a pause, he added: "I don't want any wages."

"Ah?" Song Wanqing covered her mouth in surprise. "How can this be possible? Am I the kind of boss who deducts money from his employees?"

"Hey, I am." She blinked her lively eyes, and before he spoke, she added, "But the condition in your last sentence is enough. As long as Master Yan remembers what you said today, I will definitely not treat you unfairly."

"I will buy the shop you own and pay your salary as usual."

"It's just..." She dragged out the last line of her voice, her eyes moving as she said, "You are the manager of this shop in name only, but I am the only one who actually owns it."

Yan Chu's frown relaxed and he said, "Of course."

He owns countless shops and doesn't care about money. He stays here just to stay with His Highness.

"Mr. Yan is straightforward. I wish us a pleasant cooperation." Song Wanqing curled his lips.

Haha, there’s one more person to take care of the child!

At this time, Cheng Qian'an's clear and melodious voice came from outside the door, with a hint of grievance, "Madam, you two have reached an agreement, right?"

"Okay." Song Wanqing walked forward with lotus steps and opened the door, only to see Cheng Qian'an standing against the light, wearing a plain shirt reflecting the spring sunshine, as if a brilliant light enveloped his whole body, the jade pendant on his waist was shining, and he looked cool and handsome.

As bright as the moon between pines, and as melodious as the clear spring in the forest.

This made Song Wanqing absent-minded for a moment.

The next second, she fell into Cheng Qian'an's arms, with the faint scent of sandalwood lingering around her nose.

"Madam, I talked to him for a long time!" I heard his slightly hoarse voice in my ears.

Cheng Qianan complained dissatisfiedly.

"Husband, I'm sorry." She raised her head, her eyes full of apology, which made Cheng Qian'an panic.

"Madam, you're here. What are you talking about?" Cheng Qian'an hugged her anxiously.

Does my wife not want him anymore? Why do you say that?

Song Wanqing's eyebrows gradually softened, and she rubbed his head soothingly, saying softly, "Okay, I'll keep him here."

He added: "I know you don't want him to stay. Although your identity is unknown, there are still many people behind you who want your life. Keeping him by your side can also protect you."

She placed her jade finger on his slightly parted lips and said, "Qian, you must have a lot of doubts in your mind right now, but I can't tell you all of them now. When the time is right, you will naturally know."

Cheng Qi'an's eyes dimmed slightly, then became clear again in an instant, "Okay."

What my wife says is always right!

Song Wanqing curled her lips and looked at his handsome face, with a barely perceptible hint of fondness in her eyes. She lowered her eyes and glanced at Yan Chu who was standing beside her.

Keeping him with Cheng Qian'an was not only to protect him, but she also intended to obtain more useful information from him to turn her situation from passive to active.

On that day, Yan Chu wrote a handwritten letter, which contained the following words.

His Highness has been found, but he behaves like a lunatic now. We still need Mr. Zeng to come out and help.

He released the pigeon and watched it disappear into the endless sky.

Yan Chu's gaze drifted into the distance, landing on the mountains. His Highness's future is full of dangers, and he must help His Highness regain his sanity as soon as possible!

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The matter of the shop has come to an end for the time being, and the top priority is to rescue more suffering people.

Song Wanqing transferred people from Ji Huaichuan and asked them to provide porridge to the people, while she treated the injured refugees around her.

"Help! Help!" A rapid cry came from not far away.

Looking up, Song Wanqing hurried over, pushed through the crowded crowd and came in front of the man.

I saw that the man's legs were blue and black, covered with terrible lines, and looked very scary.

His breathing gradually became rapid, his pupils trembled, and he begged for help incoherently, "Help, help me."

Song Wanqing's heart trembled. She took out the acupuncture bag she carried with her. She placed her slender hand on his leg, avoiding the blood that was spilling out of him, and comforted him, "Don't worry, your leg can be saved. Take a deep breath, calm your mind, and don't speed up the blood circulation."

When the man heard this, he suppressed his inner fear, tried to adjust his breathing, and actually felt that the depression in his heart had dissipated a lot.

Song Wanqing looked calm. The fine needle on her fingertips landed steadily on several acupuncture points on the man's leg, and the terrifying lines on the leg disappeared a lot.

But when she gave the last injection, she was in trouble.

Although he knew all the steps of medical diagnosis and treatment in his mind, he had no chance to put them into practice. The injection required extreme precision. If there was even the slightest deviation, it could cause toxic reflux and result in disability of his legs.

Seeing that her face looked different, the man asked weakly, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

There's nothing wrong with his legs!

"Nothing." Song Wanqing frowned and inserted the needle carefully. As soon as it touched the skin, he subconsciously felt something was wrong.

"Girl, you can insert the needle one minute to the left." At this time, an old man stepped out from the crowd. He looked at them calmly with a casual attitude, as if his words were just insignificant.

But Song Wanqing, who was inserting the needle, had his pupils shrink slightly and quickly inserted the needle according to the old man's instructions.

In just half a breath, the poison dissipated and the man's legs returned to their normal color.

The man's condition had improved a lot, his pale face could not hide his weakness, but he kept praising.

"The girl is really good at medicine!"

The people around also praised Song Wanqing.

"I don't know which family this girl is from. How could there be a woman with such excellent medical skills in Xuancheng!"

"Yeah, she doesn't look that old, even younger than my daughter."

"It seems that we made the right decision to come to Xuancheng!"