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"My brother is about to take the imperial examination. I think it would be more beneficial for him to go to the academy to prepare for the exam if he could do so," said Song Qingning.

Lu heard that Song Shiyin was going to take the imperial examination.

A few days ago, Chen's mother found a set of writing brushes, inkstones, and other items from her dowry and sent them to Shi Yin.

Unexpectedly, they arranged for him to enter the academy.

It was her oversight.

"Alright, alright, I'll send a message to the Lu residence right away and have my father make the arrangements," Madam Lu hurriedly agreed.

Being able to do something for Ning'er and Shiyin made her feel much more at ease, and a smile appeared on her face.

Upon seeing this, Song Qingning rarely showed a smile.

Chen's mother, who was standing nearby, happened to see this scene and was slightly stunned.

A strange feeling crept into her heart.

I never noticed before, but the second young lady's smile is so similar to the madam's.

……

News soon arrived from the Lu family.

Instruct Song Shiyin to go directly to Donghu Academy in half a month.

Song Qingning brought this news to Song Shiyin.

Song Shiyin was at a loss, his eyes clearly showing suppressed excitement.

When he was a child, Song Mingtang went to study at an academy, while he only went to the clan school of his neighbor.

Liu said that he was of lowly status and only deserved to attend the clan school.

He is content as long as he can learn something, even if it's just studying in his clan.

However, Liu heard from her neighbors that he was well-liked by the teacher, so she expelled him from the clan school.

Donghu Academy was one of the best academies besides the Imperial College.

"Qingning, I..."

Song Shiyin wanted to thank Song Qingning, but Song Qingning interrupted him, saying, "You should thank your aunt. It was your aunt who asked Grand Tutor Lu to arrange it for you."

Lady Hou...

Song Shiyin recalled the writing brush, ink, and inkstone that Lady Hou had sent a few days ago, and his feelings were complicated. "Is she feeling any better?"

Qingning once asked him to visit the Lady of the Marquis.

He didn't go.

After he became intimate with Lady Hou, the beatings Liu gave him and the curses she hurled at Lady Hou were branded into his heart.

"Instead of just showing concern for her, go and see her. It's not difficult to do something under the same roof," Song Qingning said.

She understood everything that Song Shiyin had suffered.

She didn't pressure him.

She believed that mother and son were ultimately connected at heart.

Having arranged for her brother's whereabouts, Song Qingning focused all her attention on Song Mingtang's movements.

In her past life, the medicine had been applied to her wound for half a month and had already penetrated deep into her bone marrow.

The wound was red, swollen, and ulcerated, and the doctor concluded with certainty: the leg was ruined!

Song Qingning vividly remembers the despair she felt at that time.

But in this life, the one who should experience that despair has changed.

Liu visited Song Mingtang every day, but fearing gossip, she dared not stay long.

She transferred all her concern for Song Mingtang to Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan took exceptional care of Song Mingtang, which made Madam Liu very gratified.

When Liu had a spare moment, she summoned Song Qingning to the west courtyard and gave her a dressing down:

"You can still get some military merits on the battlefield by luck, but once you return to the capital, you can't do anything. You're really useless."

"This is no use. I should have forced you to return the reward and petitioned for your cousin to be made a county princess."

"Draw more paintings during this time; they will still be useful once the prince's hand has healed."

Song Qingning listened to all of Liu's belittling remarks and orders.

She wasn't in a hurry to refute her.

Because reality will soon deliver a fatal blow to her.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, a huge commotion finally broke out in the east courtyard.

When Song Mingtang's cries of pain and roars reached the west courtyard, Song Qingning knew that the day she had been waiting for had finally arrived.

She changed her clothes.

The environment of the capital city is good for one's health; even her skin is much fairer than when she first returned to the city, and the bright red of her clothes makes her stand out.

She wanted to see a good show.

As they walked through the hanging flower gate connecting the east and west courtyards, they encountered Song Shiyin, who had also been drawn by the sound.

The brother and sister exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything.

The two arrived at Song Mingtang's courtyard.

Inside the room were Lady Hou, Madam Liu, Song Qingyan, and even the old Marquis.

Song Mingtang, his hair disheveled and wearing only his undergarments, slumped awkwardly on the floor in front of the bed, the doctor's words echoing in his mind:

[How did your injury, Your Highness, worsen like this? Your hand is probably ruined.]

"It's ruined."

Song Mingtang's eyes widened, unwilling to accept this fact. "How could it be crippled? How could my hand be crippled? I am Ming..."

"Big brother!"

Song Qingyan interrupted him as he was about to utter the words "Mingyue Xian".

With his hand ruined, "Bright Moon Immortal" no longer belongs to him.

Song Qingyan's eyes reddened, and she squeezed out tears, choking back sobs as she comforted him, "Big brother, don't get agitated, there must still be a way to save it."

Liu was still reeling from the shock when these words suddenly jolted her awake.

"Yes, there is still a way, there must be a way to save it, Your Highness... Don't worry, we will do everything we can to heal your hand and not let it be crippled," said Madam Liu in a trembling voice.

The doctor shook his head. "Alas, it's difficult. The young master was already badly injured, and he hasn't recovered properly. The festering flesh has even exposed the bone."

Lady Liu glared fiercely at the doctor, "It was you who treated the young master's injuries that led to this result. You ruined our young master's health."

The doctor was horrified.

"It wasn't me, Madam. Please be careful with your words. The medicine I use has cured many people. It's impossible that it would cause problems here at your residence."

"I just checked. Besides the medicine I gave him, the young master also used other medicines."

Liu swayed.

"Second Aunt, could it be the medicine you asked me to deliver to my eldest brother...?" Song Qingyan asked.

What did everyone present notice?

The old Marquis was furious. "You secretly administered medicine to Mingtang?"

"No, no..." Liu hurriedly explained.

The medicine was given to her by that person; there's no way it could be wrong.

But everyone looked at her as if they had condemned her.

Song Mingtang glared at her with even more resentment, "Liu, why did you poison me? Did you want to ruin me to pave the way for your son, Song Shiyin?"

"No, no, Tang'er, you are me..."

Liu almost blurted out, "You are my son," but she eventually regained some of her composure.

You mustn't say that!

Song Qingning clenched her fist.

One day, she will make Liu admit the truth about the baby swap.

And now...

"My mother is devoted to the Marquis's mansion and the young master. She would never harm the young master. Please, doctor, examine the medicine my mother sent so that you may clear her name."

Song Qingning's voice was calm, but it contained the force that could push someone off a cliff.

"Yes." Liu was enlightened.

She wants to prove her innocence.

She wanted to prove that the medicine the man had given her was safe. "Yan'er, quickly take the medicine to the doctor to have him take a look."

Song Qingyan's heart tightened suddenly.

She had mixed the poison she bought into the ointment that Liu had sent.

She did it discreetly and had already planned her escape route.

Even so, Song Qingyan was extremely nervous at this moment.

"Yan'er, hurry up and get the medicine," Madam Liu urged.

"well."

Song Qingyan regained her composure and took out a medicine jar from the bedside drawer.

The doctor examined the medicine and his expression changed drastically. "There's something wrong with this medicine!"