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

The body of the Duke of Huguo was placed at the main gate of the Duke of Huguo's mansion, so that Emperor Changlong could see it as soon as he entered.

He saw drag marks on the ground, indicating that the Duke of Huguo's body had been moved from elsewhere and placed at the gate as if it were specifically for him to see.

He continued walking in, and all he could see were corpses and bloodstains.

All of the more than one hundred people in the Duke of Huguo's mansion perished.

Emperor Changlong was heartbroken as he looked at the corpses scattered throughout the front hall.

This was a retaliatory massacre; not a single person in the Duke of Huguo's mansion had a complete corpse—they were in two, three, four pieces…

Completely destroyed!

Horrible!

Emperor Changlong watched as the coroner stitched up their corpses, tears streaming down his face...

……

Even though more than a decade has passed, Emperor Changlong's voice still trembles when he recalls the past.

He looked at Song Siyao with a face full of guilt. "Yaoyao, I often dream of your father. He asks me if I have any clues about the murderer. Every time, I am ashamed to face him. So many years have passed, and I don't even have a single clue about the murderer. But I have never given up. I have been investigating all these years."

“Your Majesty, you have already done too much for your father. There is no need for you to blame yourself,” Song Siyao comforted Emperor Changlong.

She looked at Emperor Changlong's grief-stricken expression, an expression that didn't seem fake, but rather a heartfelt expression of sorrow and self-reproach.

"Lord Protector, heed my command." Emperor Changlong's expression suddenly turned serious.

"The minister is here."

"From this moment forward, I command you to thoroughly investigate the case of the Duke of Huguo's mansion, not as the daughter of the Duke of Huguo, and to bring justice to the Duke of Huguo's mansion," Emperor Changlong ordered.

Song Siyao bowed and accepted the order, "Your subject obeys!"

"Yaoyao, the murderer's methods are extremely cruel. Now that your identity has been exposed, you must be careful and protect yourself," Emperor Changlong instructed.

"Yes, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty." After finishing her business with Emperor Changlong, Song Siyao bid farewell to him and returned directly to the Zhenbei Marquis's residence.

lobby.

Mu Zhaozhao sat down with Song Nianze. When Song Siyao returned, Song Nianze slid off the chair, ran towards Song Siyao with her little legs, grinned, and sweetly called out, "Auntie, Auntie."

He ran over and hugged Song Siyao's leg, tilting his head back with bright, sparkling eyes.

Song Siyao squatted down and looked into Song Nianze's eyes, as if she were seeing her older brother. Her heart was filled with warmth.

She picked up Song Nianze and rubbed her face against his little cheek. "My little Zeze, did you miss your auntie?"

"I've thought about it." Song Nianze cupped Song Siyao's face in his chubby little hands and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I haven't seen Auntie in so long."

“From now on, we can live together and see each other every day,” Song Siyao said to Song Nianze with a smile.

Song Nianze's little head was moving like he was pounding garlic; it was incredibly cute.

"Sweetie, let Aunt Hongshao play with you for a while while I talk to your mother, okay?"

"it is good."

"Young Master." Hong Shao walked over, and Song Nianze stretched out his hands and threw himself into her arms.

"Sister Mu, welcome home." Song Si looked at Mu Zhaozhao with a faint smile.

"Thank you, Yaoyao, thank you, little sister." Mu Zhaozhao held Song Siyao's hand, her eyes brimming with tears.

She looked around; she used to come here often.

"Sister Mu, let me take you for a walk," Song Siyao said.

"it is good."

Song Siyao took Mu Zhaozhao to Song Pingwei's courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, the sweet fragrance of flowers wafts towards you.

Since Song Siyao returned to live here, she has instructed the servants to clean all the courtyards in the mansion.

Her parents' yard and her brothers' yards have all been kept as they were.

Song Siyao stood at the courtyard gate, waiting for Mu Zhaozhao to enter the courtyard first, and then she followed behind.

Looking at every plant and tree in the courtyard, tears welled up in Mu Zhaozhao's eyes.

She said to Song Siyao, "Yaoyao, your brother and I planted that peach tree together, do you remember? We planted the tree and you were drawing next to us."

“I remember, the painting is still there. I also remember my brother saying that you like peach trees, and that this yard is too small. In the future, he will plant a peach grove for you,” Song Siyao replied softly.

"Unfortunately, he broke his promise. Although he failed to keep his word, I am still proud of him."

Mu Zhaozhao approached the peach tree, which was growing very well. It was March, and the peach blossoms were in full bloom.

That year, in this very place, Mu Zhaozhao's cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, and Song Pingwei gazed at her with tenderness.

The peach blossoms are still red today, and Mu Zhaozhao smiles, for the person who once gave her tenderness is no longer there.

Mu Zhaozhao reached out and gently stroked the peach blossom petals, closing her eyes as if caressing her lover's face.

She silently murmured in her heart, "Pingwei, I'm back. I've brought our son back."

She opened her eyes and turned to look at Song Siyao. "Yaoyao, thank you for taking such good care of them."

Seeing these flowers and plants made her feel that Song Pingwei was still by her side.

"Sister Mu, the flowers are still here, but my eldest brother will never come back."

Song Siyao said, "Although it is inappropriate to say this here, you have done more than enough for my elder brother and for the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion. My elder brother in heaven would also hope that you are happy."

"Yaoyao, what do you want to say?" Mu Zhaozhao asked Song Siyao.

“Sister Mu, you are still young and have a long future ahead of you. You have the right to pursue your own happiness. I will recognize you as my sister. If you meet a good man in the future, I will prepare a generous dowry for you, and you will be able to marry into the Zhenbei Marquis’s mansion in a grand and glorious manner.”

Song Siyao hopes Mu Zhaozhao will be happy, even if that happiness is not given by her older brother.

"I refuse." Mu Zhaozhao's expression was firm. "I belong to your elder brother in life and in death. I will never marry again in this life!"

"Sister Mu, would you be willing to have a wedding with my eldest brother? Be the mistress of the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, and raise Ze'er together?" Song Siyao asked.

"Hold a wedding?" Mu Zhaozhao's eyes lit up. "Of course I'm willing."

“Okay, I’ll take care of this. You get some rest and get ready to be a beautiful bride,” Song Siyao said.

"Thank you, sister." Mu Zhaozhao looked around. Being able to stay in the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion and grow old slowly in the place where Song Pingwei grew up was the happiness she longed for most in her life.

"Sister Mu, you rest here first, I'll go check on Ze'er."

Song Siyao thought that Mu Zhaozhao must have a lot to say to Song Pingwei.

This is the place that holds the most memories for the two of them.

"Okay." Mu Zhaozhao wanted to be alone for a while; she wanted to pour out all her longing to Song Pingwei.

Since Song Pingwei couldn't hear, he talked to the peach trees, orchids, roses, and other flowering plants they had planted together.

Song Siyao left the courtyard and came to the front hall, where she saw Hongshao, Yuxiang, and Cangyue playing with Song Nianze.

"My lord, if Prime Minister Jiang knew that you were the one who orchestrated the whole thing, and that he thought he was the mastermind when he was just a pawn in your game, what would he think?"

When Hong Shao saw Song Siyao, she walked over to her and asked with a smile.