The Emperor's heart is won, she sits on the Phoenix Throne! The Divine Physician's Eldest

When Song Siyao walked out of the palace gate, the sky was already filled with fiery red sunset clouds.

Night is about to fall.

She boarded the carriage and began her journey back home.

Back in her courtyard, Hongshao greeted her and offered her a cup of tea. "Miss, you're back. Did the Emperor see you alright?"

"It's nothing serious. I asked about his future plans and the treatment of Prince Ling's leg."

Song Siyao took the teacup and took a sip. Seeing the joy on Hongshao's face, she asked, "What's making you so happy?"

"As for the eldest son's family, when the master returned and learned that the old lady had locked the third young lady in the ancestral hall, he went to plead for her, but he was scolded and kicked out. The third young lady is still locked up in the ancestral hall," Hongshao said with a smile.

“Miss, I never expected that the old lady would be more reasonable than Minister Song and Madam Song in this matter,” Yu Xiang said with emotion.

"She is not reasonable; she is only concerned with protecting her own interests."

Song Siyao explained, "Song Yu'er is the most talented woman in the capital, and her appearance is also quite good. She has a good reputation and is also known as the third young lady of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion. As long as she doesn't make any mistakes, she will definitely be able to find a good marriage in the future, at least no worse than the General's mansion."

"Now that Song Yu'er's reputation is ruined, the old lady's lifelong scheming has come to naught. In addition, such a big thing happened in the manor and she was completely unaware of it. She feels that her position has been usurped, and that is the real reason for her anger."

"As for her kicking my uncle out, it was just a means for her to establish her authority; she wanted to regain her rightful place."

Hongshao added, "I've been growing up in the manor with Miss since I was little. Sister Yuxiang, you don't know, the old lady is the most cunning. Back when the old master was still alive, she flattered him so much that he disliked the Marquis and consequently the young masters and ladies. She's really awful."

“My wife and Miss’s mother are so close. I used to come here often with my wife, but I’ve never heard Miss’s mother say anything like that,” Yu Xiang said.

“My matriarch is upright and filial. Even if the old lady does something wrong, she will tolerate it as much as possible, and if she can’t tolerate it, she will point it out to her face.” Hongshao’s eyes reddened when she mentioned the Marquis’s wife. She was worried that it would upset Song Siyao, so she held back her tears.

“Miss, those people in this mansion may seem like your relatives, but they are actually wolves and tigers. You must be more careful from now on,” Yu Xiang said with concern.

If it weren't for the hateful war, Song Siyao would still be the young lady of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion.

Now the war has taken away all her relatives, leaving her all alone to survive.

Song Siyao listened quietly to their conversation. She didn't remember much about the past that Hongshao and Yuxiang were talking about. Since the people from the main branch of the family were so heartless, she would not hold back when she took action.

"They won't be arrogant for long. Yu Xiang, go and buy some men tomorrow. We don't have enough manpower."

"Yes," Yu Xiang replied.

Hong Shao reported, "Miss, after you entered the palace just now, some of our former elders came looking for us, saying they wanted to come back."

"Who are they?" Song Siyao asked.

“Apart from Granny He, they were all people who used to do rough work in the second branch of the household, including cooks, gatekeepers, and cleaners. They were all people from the various courtyards of the second branch. After the old lady passed away, the first branch dismissed or sold off people under the pretext of saving expenses. Granny He was from the old lady's courtyard,” Hong Shao explained.

"My aunt hates my mother so much, how could she be willing to keep the people in my mother's room?" Song Siyao asked, somewhat puzzled.

“This servant also finds it strange. Could it be that the Old Madam is doing this on purpose to make outsiders think that she is very virtuous?” Hongshao asked.

"If she had thought of this, she wouldn't have blocked me at the gate today." Song Siyao's voice was cold and gloomy. "I don't want anyone else, I just want this Granny He."

"Yes, ma'am."

By candlelight, the three of them talked intimately until they fell asleep late at night.

The next day.

Song Siyao was eating breakfast when Granny He came over.

She walked up to Song Siyao and knelt down with a thud. "Miss, I have finally met you. Seeing you is like seeing the deceased old lady again."

She spoke while crying, and she looked really heartbroken.

"Get up, Granny." Song Siyao looked Granny He up and down, her tone indifferent. "My mother would be very happy if she knew you had such loyalty."

"It's all what I should do. The old lady is very good to me. From now on, I will do my best to serve you well, Miss," Granny He assured her.

Song Si nodded. "You used to be one of my mother's servants, so you're familiar with the rules here. From now on, you'll follow Hongshao, take care of her, and help her manage the courtyard."

"Yes, ma'am."

Song Siyao glanced at Hongshao, who immediately said, "Granny, come with me."

Granny He bowed to Song Siyao and left with Hongshao.

After finishing breakfast, Song Siyao went to the Ling Prince's Mansion.

"I've met the prince."

"Miss Song, please don't stand on ceremony, please sit down." Shen Pei looked at Song Siyao and saw that she was wearing a white dress and only had a wooden hairpin in her hair, which made her look even more elegant and otherworldly.

He knew that Song Siyao's mother had passed away just over a month ago, and she was still in mourning, so her attire should be simple and plain.

However, the more beautiful something is, the less it needs to be decorated.

Song Siyao had a face that made it impossible to look away.

At the same time, Song Siyao also looked at Shen Pei.

Shen Pei was still dressed in black, his whole being cold and aloof, devoid of any human warmth, like a towering mountain standing between heaven and earth, majestic and proud, with an unapproachable aura.

Their eyes met, and it was as if two icebergs had collided. In an instant, a crack appeared in the iceberg in Shen Pei's heart.

Song Siyao remained calm and composed. "Your Highness, let's begin."

Shen Pei felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. "Should we go somewhere else?"

“Okay.” Song Siyao assumed that Shen Pei had something he couldn’t say, and as a doctor, she had to respect her patient’s privacy.

Upon arriving at Shen Pei's bedroom, Shen Pei asked, "Would you like to get into bed?"

Song Siyao sensed something was off about what he was saying, but Shen Pei looked completely serious and innocent.

"No need, just sit down."

Wei Xin helped Shen Pei take off his shoes and socks, and Song Siyao squatted down and reached out to touch Shen Pei's leg.

The two were very close, so close that Shen Pei could smell the fragrance of Song Siyao's hair.

The fragrance was unique, and Shen Pei's agitated heart instantly calmed down.

"Your Highness, your leg has been poisoned," Song Siyao said.

"Poisoned?" A look of shock flashed in Shen Pei's eyes.

“Miss Song, could you be mistaken? My lord’s leg was injured on the battlefield. I saw it with my own eyes. It wasn’t poisoning.” Wei Xin was a little anxious. He was suspicious of Song Siyao.