When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

Jiang Song stood up, took out a silver ingot from his purse, handed it to the clerk who had stopped what he was doing, and looked at the shop owner on their side.

Xiuyun quickly squatted down to help clean up the debris on the ground, apologizing repeatedly, "I'm so sorry, my wife didn't mean it..."

The shopkeeper looked at the silver that Jiang Song handed over, and estimated that it was far more than the value of those bowls. Naturally, he didn't say anything more, and quickly took it with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, Madam, take care, and come again next time!"

Jiang Song nodded slightly and left the wonton stall with Xiuyun.

"Young Madam, why did you just..."

"It's okay, just creating an alibi."

Mu Yuntao had an argument with Jiang Song in Baiweizhai today. Although the incident happened in his own villa, Jiang Jun is very likely to target her.

Now Jiang Song accidentally dropped a bowl at the wonton stall and was seen by everyone. He also paid compensation and the store owner testified. This way, he had solid evidence of his alibi.

Even if Jiang Jun wanted to stir up trouble and pin this false accusation on her, she would have a basis for rebuttal.

Jiang Song was thinking in his mind, but he did not stop and walked towards Xie Mansion with Xiuyun.

*

Yunmiao Immortal Palace, Library.

There were ancient books piled in front of Jiang Song. She was flipping through them one by one, her brows furrowed, as if she was looking for some key information.

Xuetuan was holding a brush in his mouth and occasionally looked up curiously at his busy master.

Nowadays, in Lingyun Pavilion, all kinds of magical medicines that are beneficial to pregnant women and fetuses, as well as various basic pregnancy-maintaining medicines and tonics have been developed. The only thing missing is a medicine that can relieve the pain of labor and help with difficult labor.

Many women in this world die due to difficult childbirth or suffer irreversible physical damage.

For female cultivators, conceiving a spiritual fetus is an extremely dangerous matter. The higher the level of cultivation, the stronger the spiritual power contained in the spiritual fetus, and the pain and risks during childbirth will also double.

For his own sake and for the purpose of Lingyun Pavilion, Jiang Song is determined to develop this magical medicine so that female cultivators around the world can suffer less pain during childbirth.

She flipped through one ancient book after another, from "Bai Cao Jing" to "Ling Tai Mi Ji" and then to "Fu Ren Liang Fang", reading each book carefully and not missing any possible clues.

"Xuetuan, why is there no record of this in the Thousand Herbs Spiritual Classic?" Jiang Song rubbed his temples and muttered to himself tiredly.

Xuetuan seemed to understand. He put down the brush in his mouth, jumped lightly onto the table, and rubbed her hand gently with his head, as if to comfort her.

Suddenly, Jiang Song's eyes lit up. She noticed a yellowed, seemingly inconspicuous ancient book on the top shelf of the bookshelf. The cover was inscribed with "Fragments of the Ancient Pharmacopoeia".

She stood up, tiptoed, carefully took the book off, and gently opened it.

As the pages of the book turned, Jiang Song's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

She flipped through the pages one by one, her eyes sharp, afraid to miss any details.

At this moment, a line of words jumped into his eyes: "For difficult labor, you can take the heart of the Tianshan Snow Lotus, mix it with placenta and thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum... and refine it into a 'labor-inducing pill'. Taking it can relieve labor pain and help a smooth delivery."

Jiang Song suddenly became alert and continued to read, but there was no specific method for refining the labor-inducing pill.

This book seems to only mention this concept, but is vague about the specific details and steps.

"It's so frustrating!" Jiang Song couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

Xuetuan was barking beside her, seeming to be worried about her as well.

But he finally found the direction, and Jiang Song felt a little comforted.

She decided to write down the recipe first. After finding the direction, Jiang Song felt a little comforted.

She carefully put the "Fragments of the Ancient Pharmacopoeia" back on the bookshelf, took out her notes, and carefully wrote down the recipe for the labor-inducing pill.

Every word was written neatly, for fear of missing anything.

"A Song, why are you still reading? It's late, it's time to rest."

Xie Changyan's gentle voice came from outside the door. He removed the restriction and walked in. Seeing Jiang Song still writing at his desk, he couldn't help feeling distressed.

Jiang Song raised his head and looked at Xie Changyan, a smile flickering in his bright eyes. "Ah Yan, you're here. I was looking for a recipe for a labor-inducing pill, and I just found some clues."

She spoke softly, the pen in her hand did not stop, still recording carefully.

"A Song, you're always like this. Once you get busy, you forget the time. It's late. Let's wait and see tomorrow. Your health is more important."

As Xie Changyan spoke, he walked to Jiang Song, gently took the pen from her hand, and gently helped her up.

"Hey, hey, Ayan, please don't interrupt me, I'm almost there." Jiang Song said coquettishly, trying to snatch the pen back from Xie Changyan.

Xie Changyan smiled helplessly and held the pen high up, preventing Jiang Song from reaching it. "Song, be obedient and take a rest first. It's not too late to continue tomorrow. It's not good for the child if you stay up late like this."

"Yes, kid..." Jiang Song paused, then sighed softly and compromised, "Okay, go and rest!"

Xie Changyan smiled as he picked her up by the waist, walked out of the library and headed towards their living room.

"Ayan, have you finished your work?"

These days, Xie Changyan still goes out early and comes back late, busy all day settling the old account of stealing the Tianyantu many years ago, and dealing with a series of subsequent issues implicated by this incident.

Although Jiang Song knew that Mahayana cultivators were invincible, his old injuries had not yet healed, and he had to take care of many affairs of the Tianyan Sect, so he couldn't help but feel worried.

"Almost done," Xie Changyan replied softly, walking steadily through the corridor. "I'll take care of the rest as soon as possible. I won't keep you waiting too long."

The twenty-seven sects involved have all received the punishment they deserved, and the criminals who participated in the siege have also been liquidated one by one, either brought to justice or escaped to unknown corners, unable to cause any more trouble.

However, there are more than a dozen cunning evildoers from the Netherworld Sect, Thunder God Temple, Xuantian Sect and Fire Demon Sect who have escaped out of the domain by unknown means and cannot be hunted down for the time being.

But Xie Changyan has laid a tight net, and as long as they dare to set foot in Xuanpin Lingzhou (the continent where the protagonists are located) again, they will never return.

However, Xie Changyan did not mention these potential threats to Jiang Song so as not to worry her.

Xie Changyan placed Jiang Song on the bed, gently placed his fingers on her wrist, took her pulse, and confirmed that she and the child were fine before sitting down beside the bed with peace of mind.

"Ayan, don't worry. I'm running Lingyun Pavilion myself, and I'll naturally take good care of myself and the child."

No matter how late Xie Changyan was busy, he would always remember to come back to accompany her. His daily routine was to take her pulse and transfer spiritual power to the baby in her womb.

"I know, but I just want to spend more time with you and see our children more."

Xie Changyan's eyes were so gentle that they seemed to ooze water. He gently stroked Jiang Song's bulging belly, his face filled with joy and anticipation of becoming a father.