The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun's eyes were filled with joy, and tears kept dripping down her cheeks.

She was genuinely happy to have survived the ordeal.

She wasn't afraid of death, but she was filled with resentment.

She hadn't had enough time with Xiao Ji yet, and hadn't seen her son get married and have children.

He did not provide for his parents in their old age or see them off in their final days.

There are still many regrets that remain unfulfilled.

Fortunately, God took pity on her, heard her voice, and released her.

Song Wenjun threw herself into Xiao Ji's arms, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

Xiao Ji also held her in his arms, and the two of them held each other tightly, unwilling to separate for a long time.

When Qin Qing pushed the door open and came in, she hurriedly retreated.

Xiao Ji looked at her with displeasure, and the latter smiled apologetically at the two of them: "Did I come at the wrong time?"

"You know that, yet you still ask," Xiao Ji retorted irritably.

Song Wenjun sat against the headboard and smiled, "Come in."

Qin Qing pushed open the door and stopped in front of the two people: "The people are almost fully recovered. They are all kneeling outside to express their gratitude to Sister Song. Would you like to go and see them?"

“But she’s only just recovered.” Xiao Ji strongly disagreed.

Having lost Song Wenjun once, he could not bear to see her suffer any more mishaps.

Even a minor cold.

Qin Qing then said, "Don't worry, Sister Song is just a little weak right now, there's nothing wrong with her."

Qin Qing wouldn't have said that if she wasn't absolutely certain.

Song Wenjun struggled to get up: "I'll go see him."

Even if Xiao Ji was a hundred times unwilling, she still had to go see him.

According to Qin Qing, the prescription wouldn't have been developed so quickly if these people hadn't all tried the medicine themselves.

Rather than saying she saved these people, it would be more accurate to say they complemented each other.

Xiao Ji couldn't refuse Song Wenjun, so he had no choice but to pick her up and carry her to the door.

Song Wenjun struggled a few times, but he wouldn't budge, so she had no choice but to go outside, shamelessly.

Qin Qing brought over a reclining chair, and Xiao Ji placed Song Wenjun on it and covered her with a thin blanket.

More than a hundred people were kneeling in the courtyard.

Everyone's face was filled with joy. When Song Wenjun appeared, they all knelt down and said, "This humble subject greets the Princess Consort of Chu."

They knelt on the ground, utterly devout.

Song Wenjun hurriedly said, "Get up quickly, everyone, rise."

The people all stood up, and when they looked at Song Wenjun, their eyes were filled with tears.

Someone mustered up the courage to step forward and ask her, "Your Highness, are you really alright? Is there anything still bothering you?"

Song Wenjun smiled and replied, "No, I'm fine now."

"We are all here to thank the Princess for saving our lives. If it weren't for the Princess testing the medicine on herself, we would all be dead by now."

"Yes, we still harbored ill intentions, thinking that the princess wanted to abandon us."

As they talked, everyone lowered their heads in shame.

Song Wenjun said, "If it weren't for you all, I wouldn't be here alive. In the end, we should thank you for your trust and for your concerted efforts, which enabled us to overcome this difficult time together."

Everyone echoed, "The princess is right. It is a blessing for us common people and for our Nan Yue Kingdom to have such a princess."

Everyone looked relieved; if it weren't for the princess, they would have been dead long ago.

The disaster is over, and everyone should return to their homes.

But none of them wanted to leave; they wanted to spend more time with Song Wenjun.

They want to see her fully recovered before returning to their hometown.

Ultimately, for Song Wenjun's sake, Qin Qing stepped forward and said to them, "The princess is still very weak after recovering. If you stay here any longer, wouldn't that only cause her more worry and stress?"

While the crowd hesitated, she added, "Do you want the princess to suffer from a chronic illness?"

"No, no, no, we only wish for the Princess to live a long and healthy life."

"The princess is a good person. I would rather suffer from the illness myself."

"I would gladly shorten my lifespan by ten years for the sake of the Queen."

Everyone's words moved Song Wenjun to tears.

But she truly feels powerless to do so now.

She didn't even have the strength to get up, so she could only force herself to keep thanking everyone.

Finally, unable to bear seeing Song Wenjun tire herself out any longer, everyone reluctantly left.

Xiao Ji carried Song Wenjun back into the house, and she fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Being sick for several days has almost completely drained her body.

Xiao Ji ordered the kitchen to cook porridge for her, along with some light vegetables and eggs.

Qin Qing said that her stomach and intestines are very weak right now, and if she were to take a lot of tonics, it would have the opposite effect.

It would be better to eat some soft, easily digestible food first, and then gradually replenish your body.

For several days in a row, Xiao Ji stayed by Song Wenjun's side, never leaving her for a moment.

He personally took care of everything, from feeding the child to wiping their face.

On the contrary, Xiao Tao became an idle person.

However, there was another figure beside her.

Tian Qi doted on Xiao Tao all day long; the two were inseparable, practically like conjoined twins.

Looking at everything around her, Su Rongrong felt her eyes sting with tears.

Everyone else has someone who loves them, except her.

She was like a superfluous person, ignored and disregarded by everyone.

Even if she tried to talk to Xiao Ji, he would ignore her.

In his heart, there was only Song Wenjun.

Su Rongrong didn't want to embarrass herself like that, so she ordered someone to prepare a carriage to return to the city.

But where can she go back to?

Xiao Yin has not shown his face yet.

He sacrifices himself when disaster strikes; such a man is not worth entrusting your life to.

She didn't want to go back to the Prince Qi's residence.

The only place I can go back to is the Prime Minister's residence.

The mountain villa was quiet, with only the sounds of insects and birds in the woods.

Living in such a place, far from the hustle and bustle, is especially pleasant.

Taking a break from her busy schedule, Qin Qing sat on the swing set, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sunshine and warmth.

However, a man's face suddenly popped into her mind.

That person usually looks fierce.

It's actually a paper tiger.

The moment she puts on a stern face, the other party gets agitated.

Qin Qing burst out laughing.

I wonder how that guy is doing.

"Qin Qing..." Suddenly a man's voice reached her ears.

Qin Qing looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tall and imposing figure standing outside the door.

The man, bathed in sunlight and draped in golden light, strode towards me like a war god descending from the heavens.

This scene left Qin Qing stunned on the spot.

Isn't this the scene that often appears in her dreams?

Now, the dream has become reality?

Ma Zhi stopped in front of Qin Qing, looked her up and down, his eyes full of concern.

"Are you... are you alright?"

Qin Qing came to her senses and belatedly realized that he was already walking very well.

"Are you here to find me?"

Ma Zhi nodded emphatically, as if he had made a great decision, and took out a box from his pocket, handing it to Qin Qing with both hands.

After thinking for a moment, he bowed to Qin Qing with his hands clasped and said with utmost sincerity, "I wish to ask for your hand in marriage and make you my wife. I, Ma Zhi, hereby swear that I will love only you for the rest of my life, and that we will be one and only for each other."