Reborn, meet you again!

After Song Wan walked into Song Yi's room carrying the medicine box, she did not bow as usual, but sat down directly next to Song Yi.

He reached out and touched his forehead, and after confirming that he didn't have a fever, he asked all the questions.

"Does the Prime Minister feel better?"

Song Yi looked at Song Wan's behavior and was stunned for a moment.

This Miss Jiang had always been quite well-behaved in the past, but today... she seemed a little too intimate with him.

But at the moment, Song Yi didn't think about it any further and just forced a smile.

"Much better. Thank you, Miss Jiang."

What Song Yi didn't expect was that the next moment, Miss Jiang actually grabbed his hand and started to remind him about his injuries one by one.

Looking at his eyes...

There was also a bit of heat in it that he couldn't understand.

Song Yi's expression suddenly changed.

Although Miss Jiang is a doctor and he is old enough to be her father, but...

If it were someone else, Song Yi might have turned hostile directly, but he didn't know if it was because he always felt that the little girl in front of him was particularly kind, or because she had just saved his life.

Song Yi just coughed dryly, and while trying to pull his hand back, he spoke with some seriousness.

"Although Miss Jiang is not particular about small matters, as the saying goes..."

But before Song Yi could finish his words, he felt a warm tear suddenly fall on the back of his hand. He raised his eyes in surprise and met Song Wan's eyes which were already filled with tears.

Even his voice sounded aggrieved.

"Father, please don't call me Miss Jiang anymore."

"Do you know how upset I feel every time I go to the Prime Minister's Mansion and hear you and Grandmother politely yet unfamiliarly call me Miss Jiang?"

Hearing the word "father", Song Yi's heart was shocked.

He didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and just looked at Song Wan with some hesitation in his eyes.

"Miss Jiang...you..."

Song Wan just held back her tears and continued to hold her father's hand tightly.

But my thoughts seemed to jump out of the scene in front of me and drift to a faraway place.

"My father always told me to keep warm in the spring and not to seek coolness, but he couldn't even tie his own coat properly."

"The first time you brought me into the palace, I accidentally plucked one of the late emperor's favorite flowers. The palace maids' expressions immediately changed, and I was terrified. I didn't know what to do with the flower, but my father calmly hid the flower in my sleeve and said he wanted to perform a magic trick with me..."

"Under the third floor tile by the west window in my father's study is the memorial you wrote to my mother. Every time on the anniversary of my mother's death, you would take it out and read it over and over again..."

Song Wan's voice continued to ring in Song Yi's ears, one by one, all the known and unknown pasts of the father and daughter.

Song Wan's hot tears fell drop by drop quietly on the back of Song Yi's hand, causing Song Yi's eyes to gradually change from initial surprise to shock.

Then, the voice of the woman in front of him finally stopped slowly and fell on the last sentence.

she says.

"Father, do you still remember why you reduced the amount of coptis root in the imperial physician's prescription by 30% when I fell ill at the age of seven?"

The hot tears fell on the back of Song Yi's hand again, burning his heart.

Then, the corners of his mouth seemed to move, but he seemed too excited to make any sound. The hand that was about to pull away suddenly held Song Wan's hand tightly.

After a moment, a trembling voice sounded.

"Because Xiaoyue said... the medicine was so bitter that the moon wasn't even round..."

How could he not recognize it?

Obviously.

She had come to his side a long time ago...

She had the same medical skills as Wan'er, and when he first saw her, he was even dazed for a moment.

When she said, "I admire the Prime Minister as a person," her eyes were filled with the same admiration as when Wan'er looked at him.

How could he...

I didn't recognize my own daughter...

When Song Wan heard Song Yi say this, she could no longer hold back and cried out "Father" in a tearful voice.

She buried her face in Song Yi's palm and burst into tears.

It was as if he wanted to suppress all the grievances and confusions that had been suppressed in his heart since his rebirth.

He vented out all the despair of having Yun Zheng's sword pierce his heart and almost never seeing his father again.

Outside the cabin, the moonlight gradually became brighter, shining on the surface of the river, creating silver ripples. As the crying gradually subsided, the voices of the father and daughter's conversation became louder and lowered.

Half an hour later, Song Wan had explained to his father everything that had happened after his rebirth.

About Ningyuan Marquis Mansion.

About Prince Huai's Palace.

about……

Song Yan and the fake "Song Wan".

When Song Yi heard his daughter talking about Song Yan's private meeting with King Huai, his eyes were filled with complex expressions.

Although he knew that his daughter was a little sensitive, she had been well-behaved and obedient over the past ten years. Apart from accompanying her grandmother, she stayed indoors all day, diligently practicing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and needlework, and had never done anything that violated the rules.

Moreover, like Jing'er, she has always respected him as a father.

He always thought that as long as he didn't take anyone else into the house, the inner courtyard was clean, and Wen was Wan'er's aunt, the person his wife had personally chosen to take care of her daughter, those dirty things... would not happen to him.

who knows……

As Song Yi thought about it, he felt his mood getting heavier, and his face turned a grayish color.

Although he has always known that human hearts are more dangerous than mountains and rivers, and more difficult to understand than the weather.

But he still left a piece of pure land for himself.

That was the Prime Minister's residence, his home, his family. Only towards them did he let down his guard.

Can be biased.

This only pure land is now infested with termites.

It may also harm Wan'er.

And he was completely unaware...

He's truly failed as a father...

Song Wan naturally understood his father's feelings. In order to support the Prime Minister's Mansion, his father had already given up a lot, both his character and ambition.

But for a father, the word "family" is the hardest to give up.

Although her father treated Song Jing and Song Yan less well than she did, but...

They are also his biological children, and have always respected and loved him, and their father has loved them sincerely.

The most painful thing in the world is always a stab in the back.

Thinking of this, Song Wan held his father's somewhat cold hands with both hands.

"Father, don't hurt yourself because of other people's mistakes. You taught me that. Whether it's Yun Zheng's calculations or Song Yan's possible betrayal, this... is not our fault."

"Now that we've noticed it, Wan'er and father will face it together."

"You still have me..."

Song Yi looked at his daughter in front of him, and the momentary turbidity in his eyes gradually turned clear.

Yes.

No matter what, Wan'er returned to his side.

This is the greatest gift God has given him.