After being reborn with my scumbag ex-husband, I became his sister-in-law.

She struggled wildly, suddenly breaking free from the soldiers' restraints, and rushed forward again, grabbing Song Juncai's clothes tightly as if he were her last lifeline.

"Master! Master! I can't go in! I'm scared... I can't go to the Dali Temple, I have absolutely no connection with Zhao Qingshu!"

Song Juncai couldn't bear it. His wife, kneeling before him begging for mercy, was about to be arrested by the Dali Temple and taken to that dark and desolate place because she had gone to borrow money from Zhao Qingshu for him.

His heart ached, but he could only whisper comforting words: "I know what happened. The officials at the Dali Temple will find out in no time, and once they do, they'll let you go!"

"Qianlan! Don't be afraid! I'll try my best to find someone to get you out as soon as possible! We have nothing to hide!"

Zhao Qianlan just kept crying and shaking her head, her chest heaving violently, almost crying herself hoarse.

"My husband! I won't go! If you want me to go there, I'd rather kill myself!"

But no one paid any attention to her. At the order of the official from the Dali Temple, several soldiers stepped forward and restrained Zhao Qianlan, who was rolling around.

At that moment, Song Xizhi, who had been silent all along, stared at the pool of blood on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips, before speaking with great surprise...

"Ah... what happened? How did a pool of blood get on the ground?"

Everyone looked down at Song Xizhi's words and saw that Zhao Qianlan's body was stained with blood, which had flowed onto the ground.

Zhao Qianlan shuddered, snapping back to her senses, and clutched her stomach tightly: "Husband... my stomach hurts so much..."

"I'm pregnant... I'm carrying the Song family's heir! Carrying your son! The prison is damp and cold, I can't go to the prison! I can't go to the prison!"

Song Juncai's eyes narrowed sharply, and he stood there in disbelief. Then he snapped back to his senses, feeling as if he had flown from hell to heaven.

He gripped Zhao Qianlan's hand tightly: "Qianlan? You're pregnant?"

"You're pregnant with my son? You're pregnant with a descendant of the Song family? I, Song Juncai, will finally not have to live without an heir?!"

Madam Song looked at the scene before her in surprise, and now she no longer had any dissatisfaction with Zhao Qianlan.

Overwhelmed with joy after such profound sorrow, Song Juncai was almost in tears: "Why didn't you say so sooner! Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Zhao Qianlan stammered, "Husband, I don't know, I didn't know I was pregnant..."

Song Juncai was extremely excited: "Quickly call a doctor! Quickly call a doctor! Will the child be alright?!"

The people from the Dali Temple, fearing he might be up to something, stopped him, saying, "Even if you are pregnant, you still need to go to the Dali Temple to cooperate with the investigation."

"The Dali Temple has professional coroners and doctors, all of whom are skilled in medicine. They will definitely take good care of the lady's...child."

Zhao Qianlan shook her head: "Husband, no!"

"Our family's physician knows my illness best. He said I'm not well enough to move an inch!"

Song Juncai gritted his teeth, glanced at the ruthless officials and soldiers, then at Zhao Qianlan's pale face, and felt extremely hesitant.

"This this……"

Zhao Qianlan noticed the hesitation in his expression, so she clutched her stomach and cried out, "It hurts so much, my husband! My stomach hurts so much!"

"You can't let your child be born in the Dali Temple and have a coroner deliver the baby, can you?"

Song Xizhi stood quietly in place, watching Zhao Qianlan perform.

Zhao Qianlan's eyes darted around, and she almost burst into tears: "Our family has an ironclad pardon that can absolve all crimes of death! It can also spare me from imprisonment... Please use that ironclad pardon to save your son! We can't let the Song family line die out!"

Iron scroll and red decree?

The Song family actually possesses an iron scroll and a red certificate?

Song Xizhi was completely unaware of this.

Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi frowned slightly in confusion and looked in Song Juncai's direction.

Madam Song's eyes narrowed suddenly, while Song Juncai still looked very hesitant.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Qianlan cried out in pain, clutched her stomach, and collapsed.

Song Juncai's heart clenched. Ignoring the soldiers' attempts to stop him, he scooped Zhao Qianlan up in his arms and said to the Dali Temple official, "Iron Certificate!"

"I possess an imperial edict! With this, I can surely save my wife and son's lives! I hope I won't make her go to the Dali Temple again!"

"Someone, go to my study and fetch the imperial edict!"

The official from the Court of Judicial Review frowned slightly: "Lord Song, this is probably against etiquette!"

Song Juncai sneered, determined to protect his only son even at the cost of his life: "I haven't stopped you from investigating! You can continue your investigation, but Qianlan cannot go to the Dali Temple!"

"And whatever happens, she must be pardoned and my son saved!"

Song Juncai said firmly, "She's just a woman. I know exactly what she did. She only borrowed money from Zhao Qingshu once! There's been no other contact between them!"

Seeing that the people below were really about to take the imperial edict, Old Madam Song was heartbroken and sobbing. She hurriedly stopped them:

"This imperial edict can save the entire Song family! You really want to use this to save such a jinx?"

Song Juncai was actually very, very reluctant, but seeing Zhao Qianlan carrying his son, breathing heavily in pain in his arms, he simply roared:

"She's carrying your own grandson! Now I'm going to use this imperial edict to save the lives of the Song family's descendants!"

"Do you really want your son to have no descendants? Huh??"

Song Juncai's repeated questions finally silenced Old Madam Song.

When the servants brought the iron scroll and the imperial edict, the official from the Court of Judicial Review carefully examined its authenticity, and ultimately led his soldiers back home.

Song Xizhi stood aside, silently taking in everything that had just happened.

She could tell that Old Madam Song, Song Juncai, and even Zhao Qianlan all knew about the existence of this iron certificate.

So where did this iron certificate come from?

Before Song Xizhi could figure it out, Zhao Qianlan was already being carried into the house by Song Juncai, surrounded by attendants.

Song Juncai was in a great hurry, his face covered in sweat, anxious yet filled with joy.

He shouted urgently at Song Xizhi, "Song Xizhi! What are you standing there for?"

"Your father has an heir! You're going to have a younger brother! Aren't you going to come and check on your mother's health right now? Why is she bleeding so much? How is my son?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qianlan's eyes narrowed sharply. Ignoring the pain in her lower body, she grabbed Song Juncai's collar and said in a weak voice:

"Husband, Song Xizhi is not an expert in obstetrics. She won't prescribe any medicine to prevent miscarriage. If we delay the time, our son will be lost!"

"You'd better hurry and invite the physician from the Song family, that Doctor Li! He's familiar with my health condition, so you'd better invite him over right away!"

Upon hearing this, Song Juncai suddenly realized what was happening.

Song Xizhi is vicious by nature and has always hated them to the core. There's no guarantee he won't tamper with the medicine. We should call the trusted physician from the prefecture.

"Quickly! Go and fetch Doctor Li! You must make him save my son!"