Happy Palm: The War King's Favored Little Doctor Consort

"Sir, my mother and I were completely unaware of this matter. It was Su Qingli who was behind this."

Su Qingyu stepped forward, tugged at Mo Yuheng's sleeve, and was about to cry. Coupled with her beautiful face, she looked like a pear blossom in the rain, which made me feel pity for her.

Mo Yuheng suddenly felt pity. "I was wrong to blame you. Su Qingli is truly despicable. Not only did she write this murderous and heartbreaking farewell letter, she also posted it on the jade disk of Lingxiao Pavilion. The students were deceived by her and accused me of being ungrateful."

"Sir, Su Qingli is now hiding in Qingshan Temple. She relies on my grandmother to protect her and doesn't take us mother and daughter seriously at all." Su Qingyu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I'm afraid she doesn't take you seriously either."

Mo Yuheng disliked Su Qingli in the first place, and at this moment his disgust towards Su Qingli reached its peak.

"She won't be so proud for long. She was the one who wanted to cancel the engagement, and now she's acting like this. If she doesn't come to my house and kowtow to me and apologize, I will never forgive her!"

A smile appeared in Su Qingyu's eyes, and she looked even more like a little bird. Mo Yuheng was originally full of anger, but when he saw Su Qingyu's appearance, his anger immediately disappeared.

Seeing Mo Yuheng exchanging glances with her daughter, Madam Lu felt relieved. "Don't worry, Your Highness. We will definitely give you an explanation on this matter. Yu'er, you've recently learned a new piece of music. Why don't you let Your Highness appreciate it?"

"Your Majesty, please."

Mrs. Lu watched Mo Yuheng leave with Su Qingyu, and the smile on her face faded: "Is Concubine Zhao still in Qingshan Temple?"

"Madam, Concubine Zhao is still in Qingshan Temple."

"Tell this matter to Concubine Zhao, and have Su Qingli come forward to explain clearly. We must not allow any rift between Prince Zhao's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion."

At Qingshan Temple, Old Madam Su accompanied Concubine Zhao to pray as usual, without mentioning Su Qingli's presence at Qingshan Temple at all.

When Concubine Zhao saw that Old Madam Su did not mention it, she pretended not to know and maintained superficial harmony.

It was not until someone from Prince Zhao's Mansion came and handed the letter written by Su Qingli to Prince Zhao to Concubine Zhao that Concubine Zhao's face turned dark!

"You ungrateful thing!" She said why did Old Lady Su come here with such eager eyes to cancel the engagement, it turned out that she was waiting for them here.

"Your Highness, the contents of this letter have spread throughout the capital. The scholars and candidates in the capital are all dissatisfied with the Crown Prince. If the situation is allowed to continue, I am afraid it will damage the reputation of the Zhao Palace."

"I thought she was a well-behaved and obedient girl, but I never expected that she was a treacherous person." The more Concubine Zhao thought about it, the angrier she became, and she immediately went to Madam Su's yard.

Because Su Qingli was seriously injured and had a high fever, Old Lady Su asked someone to invite Zen Master Wangyou over, but Concubine Zhao happened to arrive at this time.

"Where is Su Qingli?" Concubine Zhao asked straight to the point.

Madam Su was angry, but she patiently explained, "Please forgive me, Your Majesty. Qingli is not feeling well and cannot pay her respects to you."

"I don't think she is feeling unwell, but she is afraid to see me!" After saying that, Concubine Zhao rushed straight into the Zen room. As soon as she entered, she saw Zen Master Wangyou sitting beside the bed, taking Su Qingli's pulse.

Concubine Zhao walked forward and saw Su Qingli lying on the bed: "Master, what's wrong with this girl?"

"The injury was too severe and caused a high fever. I have already written a prescription to reduce the fever. I will have someone boil the medicine and feed it to you. If the fever can be reduced, there will be no serious problem."

"What if I can't retreat?"

Zen Master Wangyou sighed and recited a Buddhist verse: "I'm afraid it's time to prepare for my funeral."

Concubine Zhao was stunned for a moment. Su Qingli was not pretending to be sick, she was really seriously injured. However, she didn't care whether Su Qingli could survive or not. What she cared about was the reputation of her eldest grandson!

"Madam Su, you've raised a wonderful granddaughter!" As soon as Master Wangyou left, Concubine Zhao began to attack. "I didn't want to cancel the engagement, but you were the one who begged me to do so. Why, are you regretting it now?"

"What does Her Majesty the Dowager mean?" Old Madam Su asked in confusion.

Concubine Zhao asked the nanny to give her the letter written by Su Qingli to the Prince of Zhao: "Look at what your good granddaughter has written!"