Reborn, meet you again!

The next morning, after Song Wan, Jiang Zheng and Liu had breakfast, they went out with Hong Chang.

The carriage was moving slowly on the street, but Song Wan felt a little restless.

This was the first time she faced Yun Zheng and King Huai after her rebirth.

She felt hatred in her heart, but she also knew that with the increasingly prominent status of Prince Huai's Mansion and her current status, she could not do anything to them for the time being.

Come to think of it...

A bit frustrating.

She could only comfort herself and wait.

Wait until the Prime Minister's Mansion recovers and regains its foothold in the court.

Wait until she tells her father everything.

Perhaps, we can also bring Jun Jiuchen in to deal with Prince Huai's Mansion together.

After all, judging from the current political situation, King Huai's party is also an obstacle to the new emperor's control over the government, and they can be said to have reached the same goal through different paths.

The carriage soon arrived at Prince Huai's palace.

After Hong Chang handed over the invitation from Prince Huai's Mansion, the servants of Prince Huai's Mansion immediately welcomed Song Wan to the main hall.

Soon after, a maid came forward with her head bowed politely, handed over the teacup respectfully, and then retreated to the side in an orderly manner.

His behavior and manners reveal his royal noble background.

Not long after, King Huai appeared in Song Wan's sight.

He strode into the main hall with an elegant smile on his face.

"This must be Miss Jiang."

"I've heard that Miss Jiang is a very skilled doctor, but I never expected to see her today and she's still so young."

"It's true that the young are formidable."

However, Song Wan only felt that the smile on King Huai's face made her feel uneasy.

She stood up, concealed the emotions in her eyes, and bowed slightly to King Huai.

"Commoner Jiang Wanqiao greets King Huai."

"They are but trifles, and do not deserve such praise from the King."

Seeing this, Yun Xiao hurriedly asked her to stand up.

"Miss Jiang is too modest. Medicine is a profound and extensive field that affects people's livelihoods. How can it be described as trivial?"

"Now my son's injuries are still there, so I have to trouble Miss Jiang to take care of him."

Song Wan just nodded meekly.

"Of course it should be."

"I just don't know where Prince Yun is injured. Is the situation urgent?"

King Huai just sighed when he heard this.

"Miss Jiang is in the capital, so I'm sure you've heard that my son, feeling guilty, injured himself in front of the Prime Minister's residence a month ago and passed out on the spot."

"Although my son's injuries are no longer serious after the imperial physician's treatment, he has recently ignored my advice and insisted on personally leading the Imperial Guards on errands. His wounds have been torn and are recurring. I am worried, so I asked Miss Jiang to come and take a look."

Song Wan still had a perfect smile on her face.

"I see. Where is the prince now?"

"I'll take a look at it for him."

Yun Xiao also smiled and nodded.

"Okay, I will take Miss Jiang there myself."

Then, he personally led Song Wan towards the inner courtyard of Prince Huai's Palace.

However, Song Wan could clearly feel that the pace of King Huai walking in front of her was very slow.

Before she had to wait too long, King Huai's seemingly casual questioning voice rang out.

"I heard that Miss Jiang has been treating the old lady's eye disease in the Prime Minister's Mansion recently. I wonder if it has been effective?"

Song Wan lowered his eyelids and replied.

"It's gotten much better now. I'll probably be able to see normally again in about a month."

King Huai seemed relieved.

"Then I am relieved. Speaking of which, our Prince Huai's Mansion and the Prime Minister's Mansion were once one family. Unfortunately, now..."

"Forget it, I won't say anymore. It's all fate."

Song Wan listened to King Huai's regretful tone, but did not respond. She just listened quietly and continued to move forward with his footsteps.

And King Huai's voice rang in her ears again.

"By the way, Miss Jiang, have you heard that His Majesty has now handed over the resettlement of the Mobei Army to Prime Minister Song?"

"Now that the national treasury is empty and unable to provide money, I'm sure Prime Minister Song is also in a very difficult situation. I heard that Miss Jiang's family is quite wealthy. I wonder if Prime Minister Song has mentioned this matter to Miss Jiang during his recent visits to the Prime Minister's residence?"

After listening to King Huai's words, Song Wan finally confirmed that King Huai really asked her to come today because of her father's matter.

"Naturally there is."

When King Huai heard the affirmative answer from behind him, his pace slowed down unconsciously.

"Oh? Then I wonder if Miss Jiang has accepted Prime Minister Song's offer?"

Song Wan did not directly answer King Huai's question.

"Why do you ask this, Your Majesty?"

King Huai's voice still came softly and gently.

"To be honest, Miss Jiang, I've been raising money for the people affected by the earthquake in the south..."

"Originally, this prince and the Prime Minister's Mansion were related by marriage. If the Prime Minister's Mansion had spoken to Miss Jiang, this prince should not have said anything more. However, after all, we must clearly distinguish between public and private matters. After listening to the disaster report from the Ministry of Works, this prince felt really sorry and could not care less."

"If Miss Jiang is willing to help me solve this matter, and others agree to your conditions, I can also do it..."

Song Wan couldn't see the expression on King Huai's face, but she felt her steps become heavier.

It was obvious that King Huai wanted to snatch the person from his father.

But he still spoke in such a high-sounding manner.

Was he such a person in the past, when she couldn't see him?

And... thinking of the last time he met with Song Yan in private, she became a little alert again.

King Huai knew what she had discussed with her father. Was it his own guess, or...

Is there something else going on?

She knew that she might be too suspicious. It was no secret that she often went to the Prime Minister's Mansion. It was possible that King Huai guessed it. Her third sister was the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion. She would prosper and suffer together with the Prime Minister's Mansion. There was no need for her to help outsiders deal with her father.

But because of the arrow that pierced Yun Zheng's heart, he now dared not fully trust anyone except his father.

While Song Wan was thinking, King Huai, who was walking in front of her without hearing any answer, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at her.

"Miss Jiang didn't reply. Could it be that she has already agreed to Prime Minister Song?"

Song Wan also followed suit, met King Huai's gaze, and said affirmatively.

"Not bad!"

"Although I really want to help the people in the earthquake zone, the Jiang family's ability is limited after all. I'm afraid that the Jiang family can only do nothing about this matter."

King Huai still had a smile on his face when he heard this, but that smile no longer reached his eyes.

"Miss Jiang, are you really not going to consider it again?"

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is now on the decline. What I can give to your Jiang family must be much more than what the Prime Minister's Mansion can give."

"The Mobei Army will arrive in Shangjing tomorrow, and Prime Minister Song has yet to report this matter to the court. There's still room for maneuver. After all, this matter concerns the future of your Jiang family. Miss Jiang, you must think carefully..."

Song Wan just continued to look directly into King Huai's eyes and smiled.

"I understand what Prince Huai meant, but it's really a little late for you, Your Majesty."

"Although I come from a humble background, I also know that trust is the foundation of a person's life. Especially for a merchant like me, trust is the very foundation of our lives. Since I have already promised Prime Minister Song, I cannot waver any further."

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Yun Xiao looked at the determination in the woman's words and suddenly laughed a few times.

"Well, well, a man cannot stand without trust. Your father has brought up Miss Jiang very well, which makes me ashamed."

"Since Miss Jiang said so, I won't force you. I suddenly remembered that I have something else important to attend to, so I won't go with Miss Jiang."

"Butler Rong, please take Miss Jiang to treat the prince on my behalf."

The middle-aged steward beside King Huai immediately responded yes and stepped forward.

"Miss Jiang, please."

After Song Wan bowed to King Huai, he followed the butler and left.

King Huai looked at Song Wan's back, but the smile on his face faded.

He put his hands behind his back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Anyone with eyes can see the pros and cons of a merchant family seeking protection by relying on him or the prime minister's residence.

This woman refused so decisively, it seems... the person behind this matter is indeed not just Song Yi.

According to Song Yan, the woman was taken away by Jun Jiuchen when she first went to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

So, Jun Jiuchen... really wants to support Song Yi?

It didn't really matter to him whether Song Yi succeeded in building the Mobei Army or not. After all, the late emperor was dead, and no one in the court would be willing to listen to him anymore. But Jun Jiuchen had already chosen him.

That's a different situation.

Fortunately, the deadline for the Mobei Army to enter the capital has arrived, and Jun Jiuchen deliberately created doubts, saying in advance that if Song Yi fails to accomplish this matter, he will have to guard the imperial mausoleum.

He could use this punishment to thwart their plans.

Although he couldn't touch Song Yi at this critical moment, it was too easy to make a mere merchant family bow their heads...

King Huai thought about it, curled his lips slightly, turned around and went back.