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

Everyone present was very surprised to hear Song Xizhi agree to their request so readily.

Only Song Xizhi slightly curled the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with a hint of a smile.

She naturally knew what Zhao Qianlan was thinking.

Judging from Doctor Li's expression, Zhao Qianlan and Doctor Li had known about the child's existence for some time.

This child is not Song Juncai's at all, and it was conceived more than three months after birth. It was Zhao Qianlan and Zhao Qingshu who conceived the child during the Fengchan ceremony.

Zhao Qianlan had long harbored the intention of abortion and wanted to secretly get rid of the child.

Unexpectedly, she got involved in Zhao Qingshu's affair, and the authorities even came to arrest her. With no other choice, she could only say that she was pregnant and use the child in her womb to escape.

However, the child in her womb remained a hot potato, and Song Juncai even took out his imperial edict for the sake of this child.

If she were to miscarry without cause, Old Madam Song would likely see her as a thorn in her side, and Zhao Qianlan's future would not be easy.

As Zhao Qianlan was pondering this, she overheard Song Xizhi mentioning the Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children. Upon learning that inviting the Guanyin Bodhisattva required three kneelings and nine prostrations and climbing to the top of a mountain, Zhao Qianlan felt that Song Xizhi would never agree to it.

That's why I deliberately staged this whole thing tonight, making a huge fuss about it so that everyone knows about it.

If Song Xizhi refuses, Zhao Qianlan can not only use this excuse to successfully miscarry, but also turn the tables and let everyone in the capital know that she is a doctor but has poor medical skills and has even refused to save her own brother, causing his death.

This is killing two birds with one stone.

Thinking of this, Song Xizhi's smile became even more genuine.

Zhao Qianlan was unaware that the reason she could conceive so easily at her advanced age was because she had prepared fertility-enhancing herbs while she was in Heyan Mountain.

Again, he asked A-Lian to place it beside Zhao Qianlan, so that Zhao Qianlan would wear it every day, and she became pregnant with Zhao Qingshu's child.

Even inviting the Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children from Riyue Mountain was something she specifically suggested.

With all her efforts, how could she let Zhao Qianlan so easily abort the child?

Song Xizhi thought for a moment, then looked up at Song Juncai in front of him. Seeing his red eyes, he repeated:

“Father, didn’t you hear what I said? You don’t need to be sad. Your daughter is willing to try her best, but I still need you to grant me one request.”

"That is—come with me."

Song Juncai finally came to his senses. Hearing that Song Xizhi's request was so easy, he was overjoyed and readily agreed.

"Alright, alright, Zhizhi, as long as you agree to save your brother's life, then we're good friends! Of course, I'm willing to go with you!"

Song Xizhi raised an eyebrow slightly, glanced at Siqin behind him, and then left the gate of the Marquis of Anding's residence.

Seeing Song Xizhi's hurried footsteps and the bundle that Siqin had already carried on her back, looking like she was in a great hurry, Song Juncai was taken aback again.

When did Song Xizhi become so easy to talk to?

As soon as Song Xizhi stepped out of the flower hall, he noticed that no one was following him, so he turned around and urged, "Father? This is clearly an extremely urgent matter, what are you standing there for?"

Song Juncai swallowed hard, and for some reason, he felt a chill down his spine.

He gave a few instructions to Madam Song, telling her to take good care of Zhao Qianlan and at least until they returned, and then hurriedly followed behind Song Xizhi.

The carriage prepared by Song Xizhi was already parked at the gate of the Marquis of Anding's residence.

After Song Xizhi and Siqin got into the carriage, they suddenly pulled Song Juncai onto the carriage as well. Before Song Juncai could even sit properly, the carriage shot off like an arrow.

Song Juncai clutched his pounding heart and looked strangely in Song Xizhi's direction.

But Song Xizhi didn't look at him. Instead, he kept lifting the curtain and urging the coachman in front.

Even when leaving the city gate, the jade pendant was already prepared, and the soldiers guarding the gate let them pass as soon as they saw it.

The carriage was moving very fast, so fast that Song Juncai felt dizzy and disoriented. It felt like dawn was still breaking when they arrived at the foot of Riyue Mountain.

The group disembarked from the carriage one after another.

As soon as Song Juncai got off the carriage, he couldn't help but vomit while holding onto the carriage.

Song Xizhi slowly raised his head, gazing up at the towering, insurmountable mountain peak. Looking at the cloud-shrouded summit, a hint of moisture welled up in his eyes.

The misty clouds partially obscured the pavilions atop the mountain, making the antique buildings appear as if they were mirages, like a mystical realm in the heavens.

But only Song Xizhi knew that this half-hidden "dream" carried all the beautiful memories of her past life.

After a lifetime, she has finally returned here...

Siqin looked up at the steep mountaintop, where a few people were climbing with gritted teeth. She felt a little apprehensive.

Not only Song Xi and his group, but also the foot of Riyue Mountain was bustling with activity even though the sun had not yet risen.

The crowds were bustling, and carriages came and went. Most people got off the carriages and sighed at the towering mountain peaks.

There was a pharmacy nearby, which was also brightly lit. After hesitating for a moment, many people still went into the pharmacy.

After coming out, he went straight to the carriage and did not go to the top of the mountain to seek medicine.

Looking at the situation before her, Si Qing felt a slight sense of doubt. She turned her head to look in Song Xizhi's direction:

"Master, wasn't it said that those who go to Sun and Moon Mountain must kneel and kowtow three times and kowtow nine times to reach the top of the mountain to beg for medicine? Why did they go to the pharmacy next door and then turn back?"

Song Xizhi replied, "The pharmacy at the foot of this mountain is owned by the mountain master, and the patients who take turns seeing patients here are all his apprentices. The patients on odd and even days are different."

"But medical treatment at the foot of the mountain costs money. If someone is poor and cannot afford it, they can choose to kneel and kowtow three times to the halfway point of the mountain. There is a pharmacy there, and the mountain master's apprentice will accompany the person to the mountain to treat them, and they will not charge money."

"If you want to invite the mountain lord, who is also the Guanyin of the Goddess of Fertility mentioned by the common people, you have to kneel and kowtow three times and reach the top of the mountain. The mountain lord does not charge money for his house calls."

Upon hearing this, Siqin understood and saw Song Xizhi stride forward and slowly walk towards the pharmacy.

"If there are no unforeseen circumstances, the person receiving treatment at the foot of the mountain today should be a senior sister."

When Siqin followed Song Xizhi into the pharmacy, she discovered a cool and aloof woman dressed in an ivory-white dress sitting at a table, treating patients one by one.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes were aloof, her long hair, which cascaded down her back, was casually tied up, and her face was expressionless. She seemed to be surrounded by a layer of cool moonlight.

Siqin's eyes widened in an instant: "She really is a senior sister! Master, how do you know so much?"

Song Xizhi smiled without saying a word and shook his head. He walked to her table and stopped. When he saw her world-weary face, a complicated emotion appeared in his eyes. He felt both bitter and sweet in his heart.

Senior Sister, we've finally met again.