Jiang Qingwan quickly waved her hand.

"You should wait until I pass away before setting it."

Song Yushu gently patted her shoulder.

"Don't talk nonsense, how old are you?"

Mo Qingrui also laughed and scolded, "Jiang sister, from today onwards, we few have dared to become your older sisters. If anything happens in the future, your older sisters will take responsibility for you. Don't say such unlucky things."

Jiang Qingwan felt a warmth in her heart.

There are female cultivators in the Qilian Mountains, but they are isolated from the place where they cultivate.

The only people she could see were her master and her fellow disciples. Since coming to the Qin family, Zhang had never given her the warmth of a female elder. Being with these people now felt quite novel.

Mo Qingrui and Fu An'an each asked for a talisman, and naturally gave her some silver.

By the time the tea party ended, it was almost dark.

As soon as Song Yushu's carriage arrived outside the mansion gate, Yu Tao hurriedly came to greet him.

"Madam, Princess Xiaoran is coughing up blood. You must go and see her quickly."

After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to glare at Jiang Qingwan.

Song Yushu did think of something.

"Qingwan, can you come with me to see Xiaoran? I have a feeling that she's not sick."

Jiang Qingwan had already gotten out of the car. Upon hearing this, she said coldly, "Of course she's not sick. I told you, she'll see that person."

After saying that, he walked into the alley behind the house without looking back.

He clearly rejected Song Yushu's proposal.

Yu Tao couldn't help but whisper, "Madam, what do you think of her attitude? Princess Xiaoran is so ill now, maybe she really is behind it all. Should we tell the Prince?"

"eventful!"

Song Yushu gave a cold rebuke, glanced at Jiang Qingwan's retreating figure, and then got into the carriage.

"Go to the county magistrate's residence."