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

"Your Majesty, Miss Song has arrived," Wang Fujin reported to Emperor Changlong upon entering the palace.

"Xuan!"

As Emperor Changlong finished speaking, Song Siyao stepped into the imperial study.

"Your subject, Song Siyao, pays her respects to Your Majesty."

"Flat body."

Emperor Changlong rose from his dragon throne, moved to a side hall, pointed to a chair beside him, and said to Song Siyao, "Sit."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Song Siyao sat down and saw that Emperor Changlong had also sat down opposite her.

A palace servant brought tea. Emperor Changlong glanced at Wang Fu, who immediately withdrew and dismissed the other palace servants, while he stood guard at the door.

The scene before him brought back memories of many years ago.

It was a snowy night when Emperor Changlong and Marquis Zhenbei were having a late-night conversation by candlelight in a side hall.

It was in this side hall that we were there.

He was also the one guarding the door.

That night, Emperor Changlong and Marquis Zhenbei talked from late at night until dawn.

To this day, no one knows what they said.

Wang Fu still remembers that when the Marquis of Zhenbei walked out of the side hall the next day, the snow stopped and the sky suddenly cleared up.

Emperor Changlong asked him to escort the Marquis of Zhenbei out of the palace, and he was overjoyed to be able to accompany the Marquis of Zhenbei for a while.

On the way, Zhenbei Hou took the initiative to talk to him.

“Father-in-law, you haven’t slept all night. You must be exhausted,” said the Marquis of Zhenbei.

He said, "Your Excellency has worked hard; it is our duty as servants to do whatever you ask."

"Father-in-law, you don't need to look down on yourself. Compared with your peers, you have already done very well."

Marquis Zhenbei took out a pair of insoles from his person. "On my way back to the capital, I went to see your mother on your behalf. She asked me to bring these to you. She is doing well, so please don't worry."

Holding the insole, tears welled in his eyes, and he sobbed uncontrollably, "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Marquis. If you ever need Wang Fu's help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

“It’s nothing to worry about, Father-in-law,” said the Marquis of Zhenbei.

His connection with the Marquis of Zhenbei dates back to a long time ago.

Back then, because his family was poor, he voluntarily sold himself into the palace to pay for his seriously ill mother's medical treatment.

At that time, he was a newcomer to the palace, and he inevitably made mistakes. He was punished by the nobles and suffered serious injuries.

He was on the verge of death when he was rescued by the Marquis of Zhenbei, who was passing by on his way to the palace. The Marquis of Zhenbei asked someone to treat his injuries. After learning about his background, the Marquis of Zhenbei would visit his elderly mother on his behalf every time he returned to the capital and passed through his hometown.

At that time, he secretly vowed that he must work hard to climb to the top and stand at the peak, so that when the Marquis of Zhenbei needed help, he would be able to help him.

Hard work pays off, and he has now become a favorite of Emperor Changlong.

He reported the matter of the painting competition being held at Qingyun Academy today to Emperor Changlong.

Although the Marquis of Zhenbei is no longer here, his bloodline still remains.

He would repay the kindness shown to him by Song Siyao.

Wang Fu, outside the palace, reminisced about the Marquis of Zhenbei, while Emperor Changlong and Song Siyao, inside the palace, also mentioned the Marquis of Zhenbei.

“Miss Song, your father and I once talked here all night long.”

Emperor Changlong always felt regret when the Marquis of Zhenbei was mentioned.

"That year, he had just returned victorious from a battle..."

……

Several hours passed and night fell. The door to the side hall opened from the inside. Wang Fu thought that Emperor Changlong and Song Siyao's conversation had ended, so he immediately went to greet them, only to hear Emperor Changlong give an order.

"Wang Fu, instruct the imperial kitchen to prepare the meal."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Very few people could persuade Emperor Changlong to stay for dinner, especially women, and Song Siyao was the only one who dined alone with him.

Late at night, Emperor Changlong ordered another meal.

This time it's dessert.

Soon, news of the Imperial Study spread throughout the palace.

Kunning Palace.

The Empress has not yet rested.

Lan Zi came in from outside the palace to report, "Your Majesty, Miss Song is still in the Imperial Study. His Majesty sent some snacks and specifically instructed the Imperial Kitchen to add extra sugar."

The Empress was embroidering a sachet when she heard this. Her hand trembled, and the needle pricked her fingertip, causing blood to gush out immediately.

"Your Majesty, this servant will go find the imperial physician!" Lan Zi exclaimed in surprise.

The Empress immediately stopped her, "Stop! What's a little injury like this?"

The wounds in your heart are the most painful.

Emperor Changlong never liked snacks, especially sweets.

These sweetened pastries must have been specially made for Song Siyao.

She had to admit that Song Siyao was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

But she possesses more than just beauty; she also has talent.

Song Siyao is indeed very attractive to men.

However, being able to enter the inner palace does not necessarily mean being able to survive there.

"Lan Zi, prepare some soup. I will send it to the Emperor first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lan Zi felt sorry for the Empress. Although she was clearly very upset, she still pretended to be dignified and generous.

The Empress is not the only one who will be sleepless tonight; Consort Xian is too.

"Your Majesty, isn't Miss Song close to Prince Ling? How come she's been spending so much time alone with the Emperor? She's shameless!" Kongxin cursed.

Consort Xian sneered, "What's so good about Prince Ling? He's a cripple. Taking the Emperor's shortcut is a different story. Song Siyao is just an orphan now. She's set her sights on the Emperor; she's desperate to find someone to rely on!"

"Your Majesty, what should we do? If Miss Song enters the palace, she will surely gain the Emperor's favor. She has a grudge against Your Majesty, and she will definitely target you." Kong Xin said with a worried expression.

"I have a brilliant plan." Consort Xian instructed Kong Xin, "Send a message to my father, and also, find a time for Song Siyao to come see me."

"Yes, ma'am."

At this time, in the Grand Tutor's residence.

The moon is bright and the stars are few; the dew is cold and the night is heavy.

Su Qingshuang knelt in Su Taifu's courtyard, her expression sorrowful.

After she returned to the manor with Su Yizhou, she was brought here. Su Taifu did not see her and directly made her kneel down.

He knelt there until late at night.

The lights were still on in the room; Grand Tutor Su had not yet rested.

Su Yizhou came in from outside. As he passed by Su Qingshuang, he glanced at her, said nothing, and went straight up to knock on Su Taifu's door.

"Father, it's me."

"Come in."

Su Yizhou pushed open the door and entered, reporting to Grand Tutor Su about Song Siyao's visit to the Changlong Emperor.

Grand Tutor Su was reading a book when he heard this. He put the book down on the table and asked, "I asked you to see Miss Song the other day. Did you go?"

Su Yizhou felt a little guilty and explained, "Father, I've been quite busy lately and haven't found a suitable time to see her yet."

"A suitable time?" Grand Tutor Su looked at Su Yizhou. "Tell me, when is a suitable time?"

Su Yizhou stood in front of Grand Tutor Su. Although Grand Tutor Su's tone was very ordinary, he felt as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.

"Father, I..."

Grand Tutor Su interrupted Su Yizhou, "Tomorrow, go to the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence to see Song Siyao."

“Yes, Father.” Su Yizhou asked, “Father, I want to take Shuang’er with me, so we can use this as an excuse to apologize.”

Grand Tutor Su remembered that Su Qingshuang was still kneeling outside, and said to Su Yizhou, "Let her in."

Su Yizhou quickly went outside and called Su Qingshuang inside.

Su Qingshuang walked up to Su Taifu, and Su Yizhou said in a cold voice, "Shuang'er, why don't you kneel down and admit your mistake to your grandfather!"

"Grandfather, Shuang'er knows she was wrong. Please punish me." Su Qing Shuang knelt on the ground, her voice devoid of any emotion, like a walking corpse.

"Where did you go wrong?" Su Taifu asked.

Su Qingshuang replied, "It's wrong to frame Song Siyao."

"Wrong!" Grand Tutor Su's cloudy eyes were sharp. "Your skill is to frame someone and not be discovered. But when someone is caught framing another and all the evidence is presented, that's your stupidity!"

Su Qingshuang protested, "Grandfather, too many people are helping Song Siyao, it's Song Siyao..."

"When we encounter problems, we should first think about ourselves and not blame others. As long as we are strong enough, we can control the outcome of things." Grand Tutor Su stared at Su Qing Shuang, his gentle demeanor concealing a sharp edge.

"Yes, Shuang'er remembers."

"Go to the Marquis of Zhenbei's residence with your father tomorrow. Remember today's lesson and never provoke Song Siyao again," Grand Tutor Su warned.

"Yes, grandfather."

Grand Tutor Su waved his hand, and Su Yizhou and Su Qingshuang left.

Night falls, dawn arrives.

After Song Siyao finished her conversation with Emperor Changlong, she walked out of the imperial study, and Emperor Changlong's voice came from behind her.

"Wang Fu, escort Miss Song out of the palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty." History repeats itself, and Wang Fu says solemnly, "Miss Song, please."

Song Siyao hadn't gone far with Wang Fu when she saw the Empress. In an instant, the atmosphere in the air changed...