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

"Song Siyao is a ghost doctor, so she can completely cure my illness!" Old Madam Meng was overjoyed.

If she recovers, she will definitely travel around and have fun, which will also reduce the household expenses. She is still very young, and there are many good days ahead for her.

However, one sentence from Mr. Luo shattered her illusions in an instant.

“Mother, Miss Song is no longer the fourth wife of the General’s Mansion. Even if she can cure your illness, she may not be willing to do so.”

The last time she went to ask Song Siyao for help, Song Siyao's identity as the Ghost Doctor had not yet been revealed, but her medical skills were still there.

Song Siyao made her kneel before Yi Tianxia, ​​but refused to help Old Madam Meng, so Old Madam Meng's plan was destined to fail.

"She dares!"

Madam Meng stared with her cloudy, lifeless eyes. "Song Siyao has paid homage to my Meng family's ancestors. Even if she is expelled from the General's Mansion, she is still a member of my Meng family, and I am still her mother. If she does not save me, then she is being extremely disrespectful and unfilial!"

Luo didn't respond; she was ashamed to have such an unreasonable and shameless mother-in-law.

Madam Meng clearly didn't want to let Song Siyao off the hook. She looked at Meng Zhanting and said, "Ting'er, go find Song Siyao and tell her to come and treat my illness. If she dares not to come, I'll go around telling everyone that she has no filial piety. Let's see how she can face people in the future!"

"I dont go."

Meng Zhanting refused outright, still feeling lingering fear when he thought of the big yellow dog in Song Siyao's yard.

Moreover, his face had been swollen from being hit by Song Siyao, and his arm had also been broken by Song Siyao.

He is scared!

He might dare to be sarcastic in public, but he wouldn't dare to go to Song Siyao in private.

"You're not going? Do you want me to die of illness?" Old Madam Meng asked angrily.

“Yes, Ting’er, can you bear to watch your mother suffer from illness? It’s only right that Song Siyao treats your mother, you don’t need to be afraid of her! Go, go now!” Editor Meng urged Meng Zhanting.

"Father, it's already dark." Meng Zhanting said helplessly.

"Fourth brother, what's there to be afraid of in the dark? Isn't this the perfect time to show your filial piety? Mother's illness can't wait," Meng Zhanheng advised.

“Aren’t you also a mother’s son? Why don’t you show your filial piety?” Meng Zhanting retorted, displeased.

“Your third sister-in-law went last time, so it’s the same as me going. This time it’s your turn.” Meng Zhanheng dared not approach Song Siyao.

"Oh my God, why is my life so miserable? Although I have sons and daughters, not one of them cares about my life or death. I might as well be dead. If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have given birth to you!" Old Madam Meng began to throw a tantrum.

Meng Zhanting felt a chill run down his spine and raised his voice, "Alright, Mother, I promise you, okay?"

Madam Meng's voice abruptly stopped, "Ting'er, hurry!"

"I understand." Meng Zhanting was extremely frustrated. He didn't want to stay there any longer, so he turned around and left.

"Why are you running? Ting'er, you haven't finished telling us about what happened at the banquet yet?" asked Madam Meng.

Meng Zhanting stopped, without turning his head, and said, "Mother, I'm tired." He then strode away, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

Madam Meng was in an unusually good mood because Meng Zhanting had promised to find Song Siyao to treat her illness.

Meng Zhanting returned to the courtyard, poured himself a cup of cold tea and gulped it down. He then slammed the teacup down on the table, his eyes fierce and his face contorted in a grimace.

Since he couldn't confront Song Siyao head-on, he would use his wits. He would make Song Siyao beg him to treat his mother's illness.

Even with Ling Wang backing him up, Song Siyao was fearless.

As luck would have it, Song Yu'er was also plotting against Song Siyao.

"Mother, does it hurt?" Song Yu'er looked at the old lady's swollen back and shed tears of heartache.

Old Madam Song lay on the bed, gritting her teeth, "The pain is secondary, the main thing is that I was too embarrassed today. I've lived for decades, and this is the first time I've been publicly flogged. I won't be able to enter the palace anymore. I don't know where to put this face."

"Mother, don't worry, your daughter will definitely avenge you!" Song Yu'er vowed.

"Yu'er, don't act rashly. Song Siyao is not as simple as we think. We must come up with a foolproof plan. We cannot afford to lose again this time!"

"Mother, do we still need to use ***?" Song Yu'er asked.

Madam Song knew that there was a conflict between the Empress Dowager and the Marquis of Zhenbei. She had previously told her sister that Song Siyao was going to enter the palace, and her sister then told the Empress Dowager, which is why the Empress Dowager went to the Empress's birthday banquet to cause trouble for Song Siyao.

She thought that since she had ruined the Empress's birthday banquet, the Empress would definitely not let Song Siyao, the culprit, off the hook.

But despite her careful planning, she still miscalculated. Song Siyao was unharmed, but she was the one who suffered the misfortune.

"We can't use *** anymore. Once *** realizes what's happening, she'll deal with Song Siyao and then turn on us. That's too risky," said Madam Song.

"Mother, the Qixi Festival is in a few days. I can deal with her there and ruin her reputation." Song Yu'er said viciously.

"Disgrace and ruin are not enough, it would be best if she died! Only with her dead can the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion truly belong to us." Old Madam Song's eyes were fierce.

"Mother, I will listen to you." A cold smile appeared on Song Yu'er's lips.

The night is long, and people's hearts are like ghosts.

When dawn arrives, all evil spirits will have nowhere to hide.

"Fish Fragrance, is it ready?" Song Siyao asked.

"Everything is packed, Miss. Look, these are precious medicinal herbs for Madam, these are for Madam to play with and amuse herself, and these are also jewelry." A large box was placed in front of Yu Xiang. These were gifts for Madam Ding'an. Today, they were going to the Ding'an Marquis's residence.

"Let's go." Song Siyao carried a box and set off with the fish-flavored food.

Upon arriving at the Marquis of Ding'an's residence, the Marquis's wife, knowing they were coming today, was already waiting in the front hall.

"Greetings, Aunt." Song Siyao bowed to Lady Ding'an, and Yu Xiang followed suit.

"Yaoyao is here. There's no need for you to stand on ceremony with your aunt." Lady Ding'an Marquis took Song Siyao's hand, gently patted the back of her hand, and pulled her to sit down.

"Aunt, how are you feeling?" Song Siyao asked.

Lady Ding'an, the wife of the Marquis, suffered a relapse of her old illness and was unable to attend the banquet at the palace yesterday.

"With the Ghost Doctor's help, wouldn't the disease be cured instantly?" Lady Ding'an Marquis joked with a smile.

She was worried about Song Siyao, so she sent someone to inquire about news from the palace, and that's how she learned about Song Siyao's identity as the Ghost Doctor.

"Aunt, you're teasing me." Song Si smiled. "Aunt, let me take your pulse."

“My Yaoyao is so capable, I’m overjoyed, how could I bear to make her unhappy? If your parents knew this in the afterlife, they would be very pleased.” Lady Ding’an Marquis extended her hand to Song Siyao.

“Aunt, you are recovering very well. However, this is an old ailment, so the medication will take longer. With the addition of acupuncture, it can be completely cured,” Song Siyao said.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to whatever you say." Lady Ding'an Marquis smiled broadly.

Seeing that Lady Ding'an was happy, Song Siyao was infected by her joy, and her smile deepened. "Aunt, there's something else I wanted to tell you today..."