After the divorce, the prince suddenly plotted against me

Chapter 122

When Song Yao was released from the woodshed, his face was pale and he was on the verge of falling.

"Sister, don't die!" Song Yanzhi exclaimed exaggeratedly, held Song Yao firmly, and burst into tears:
"My poor sister, I was misunderstood and bullied by others. It's my brother who has no ability to protect you!"

The corner of Nanny Xia's mouth twitched when she unlocked the door.

Song Yao was helped out by Song Yanzhi.

She was wearing a long white dress and a pair of plain blue embroidered shoes on her feet. The woodhouse was dirty and dilapidated, entwined with cobwebs, and the embroidered shoes on her white dress were dusty, and even her little face like a goose egg was dirty. Like a stray cat.

The unremarkable facial features were mixed with dust, and a trace of contempt appeared on Madam Xia's face.

There was no trace of disgust in Su Miaoyi's eyes.

The spring is warming up, the koi are jumping and ding-dong, the water is spitting out crystal bubbles, and the city of Chang'an, which is full of flowers, is not as beautiful as her.

Her every move is graceful and elegant, and her bright appearance has a bit of a beauty that I still feel sorry for. Even if you can see a little trace of time, she is still irresistible.

Even though Song Yao had dealt with her several times in his previous life, he still couldn't help being stunned.

No wonder Song Jinse wants to steal her luck. With such a beautiful and dignified mother-in-law, but her own appearance is so ordinary, how can she not feel inferior.

"Miss Six, my mother is not feeling well. She seems to have taken the wrong medicine. The Imperial Doctor Liu of the Imperial Hospital is helpless. Would you like to follow me to see your grandmother?" Su Miaoyi asked Song Yao softly.

The very gentle voice, like a soft feather, hangs over the eardrums, making people want to close their eyes comfortably.

Song Yao originally thought that it would be Su Yingrong who came to pick her up, and she even thought about how to deal with her.

But the other party is Su Miaoyi... Song Jinse's biological mother, her aunt who was inexplicably close in her previous life.

Song Yao nodded, and the disobedient hair on her head trembled up and down following her.

Looking at each other, Su Miaoyi's heart was limp, and she uncontrollably raised her hand to touch Song Yao's hairy head, "The last time I saw you, you were only as tall as my knee, and you grew so big in the blink of an eye. "

After saying that, before he could touch it with his hand, he heard Mother Xia cough, "Ma'am, the old lady's illness can't be delayed."

Only then did Su Miaoyi stop in disappointment.

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Song Yao followed Su Miaoyi and his party to Mrs. Song's yard.

Song Jinse was not willing to let Song Yao help to cure her illness, but Ding Xiang gently teased her, "The old lady has no way to recover, if she dies because of Song Yao's relationship, no one will know what the lady has done, the responsibility lies with Song On my family."

"But..." Song Jinse hesitated.

She just didn't like Song Yao, and she never thought of letting the old lady die like this.

After all, the old lady treated her well. The children in the family grew up, and during the holidays, the old lady always secretly stuffed her with good things.

Although Song Yao took away this unique favor, she hated Song Yao the most, and she never thought of implicating innocent people at first.

Su Miaoyi glanced at her mother on the couch, and said worriedly: "Miss Liu, you have seen your grandmother's illness, if you can't help it, then go and ask another doctor, don't have too much pressure."

Song Yao looked up at her again, blinked her eyes, and said in a very calm tone, "Auntie, you don't have to worry."

It should be because she was too weak after staying in the woodshed for a long time, and her voice was still a little hoarse after listening carefully.

Su Miaoyi's fingertips moved.

An untimely thought popped up in my heart: she is so obedient, I really want Rua to kill her.

However, how many years will the government sentence Rua's dead child?
Song Yao didn't know what was going on in her heart, so she said, "I'll take the pulse of grandma first, and if I can, I'll treat it, and I won't slap my face swollen and look fat."

"You can feel the pulse?" Su Miaoyi's eyes were a bit surprised, "When I was your age, I didn't understand these things."

She would only be romantic with her husband, running to the mountains in the middle of the night to look at the stars, and was transported home in a coma from the cold.

Song Yao nodded and said, "Know a thing or two."

"But Diji's illness is indeed a bit serious. Sixth Miss, come here and have a look, and I'll help you." Doctor Liu Yu, who wanted to steal his teacher, was finally lucky enough to see Song Yao again, and hurriedly stepped aside and said:
"I just found out a bottle of pills, you gave it to Di Ji, right? This medicine is very good, a great warming medicine, but someone with a conspiracy gave Di Ji a cold medicine."

Song Yao sat on the couch and smiled upon hearing this.

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to "seeing, hearing, asking and knowing". Song Yao is rich, and she found out early on that Song Jinse bought some medicine that was not right at Tianhuitang. She naturally knew how to treat it, but her face showed a very serious look.

"How?" As soon as she let go, Doctor Liu asked nervously.

"...Well, when I was not weak, I was somewhat sure of my grandmother's illness, but now, I am physically and mentally exhausted, and it seems that it is not easy to cure." Song Yao said with a sigh.

Everyone in the room really showed worried expressions when they heard the words.

Su Yingrong had a bad premonition, and as expected, she heard the prince say in the next second:

"It doesn't seem to be easy to cure, it's not that it's impossible to cure. Sixth Miss can ask for it. If the prescription needs [-]-year-old ginseng or [-]-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, Gu can find it for you, and even—"

As Jun Yan, who was ignored by Song Yao as soon as he entered the house, although he was a little bit upset, he still said in a business-like way: "If it is because Mrs. Song San and others affect your mood of curing diseases and saving lives, you can also mention it. Baishan filial piety comes first. Everything is based on Di Ji's life."

Song Yao's eyes lit up.

But on the mouth, she said coyly: "It's not very good, she is my mother, beating me, scolding me and abusing me is what she should do."

"Thus, Di Ji is your mother's mother, and she should show her filial piety at the critical moment of life and death. Even if you make her feel happy physically and mentally, she can understand."

Su Yingrong: "?" No, she didn't understand.

As he said that, Jun Yan raised his hand and told Ma Gonggong: "Drag it on and make him kneel until Di Ji wakes up."

Master Song San is not an official, and Mrs. Song San is not an official family member. Except for some money in her fingers, she has no power at all.

The crown prince is the future emperor, and no one dared to object to the handling of Mrs. Song San.

Su Yingrong was so angry that she wanted to die, "Song Yao, you..."

Unfinished words were blocked by Eunuch Ma who stuffed a feather duster in.

Song Yao: "..."

Her mother, what kind of little angel is Jun Yan!
The power in his hands is simply overwhelming, okay?
If it wasn't for the wrong timing, she really wanted to hug him, hold him high, make a 360-degree spin and jump, and take the big baby to fly with her eyes closed!

The big baby looked at Song Yao seriously, "Are you still physically and mentally exhausted?"

"...it seems to be getting better," Song Yao regained consciousness, covered her heart, coughed weakly a few times, and said firmly: "Actually, your Highness doesn't have to be like this. After all, Ling'er is still the one who hurt me. The law does not blame everyone!"

Jun Yanfu felt his heart, pointed at Song Linger, "Hit."

Song Linger: "?!!!"

"Your Highness—!" she shouted heart-piercingly.

Song Jinse trembled when he heard it.

(End of this chapter)