Song Yue then turned around, took out a silver needle, and quickly stopped the bleeding for Princess Lian'an, stabilized her heart pulse, and took out a pill from her bosom and put it into Princess Lian'an's mouth.
"What is this?" Princess Lian'an asked in a panic.
Song Yue raised an eyebrow: "Three years ago, the princess presented the Emperor with a precious pill on behalf of Japan."
Princess Lian'an was suddenly speechless.
Seeing the other party's expression, Song Yue sneered inwardly. After all these years, this pill has finally come in handy. Let Princess Lian'an reap what she sows.
The bleeding stopped quickly, and Song Yue wrote another prescription and asked someone to brew it: "The princess's pregnancy has stabilized and there is no immediate danger. She only needs to rest in bed for a few days to fully recover."
Song Yue slowly stood up, glanced down at her delicate pale yellow dress which was now stained with blood, a mottled and nauseating sight.
"Eighth Imperial Uncle, don't forget your promise."
Song Yue and her entourage left leisurely.
Yun Dong quickly helped Song Yue change into a new set of clothes: "This servant has already sent someone to tell the princess that she is very angry after learning about it and will definitely break off the engagement with you today. Miss, the Eighth Prince has gone too far."
Song Yue shook her head. They had no connection in their past lives, and now they were even.
Upon arriving at the main hall, the banquet had already begun. She quietly sat down next to Princess Jiahua, who tenderly stroked her hair.
"Mother……"
“There are plenty of good men in the world, it’s not necessarily true that he’s the only one for me,” Princess Jiahua said with heartache.
"My mother is right. Seeing things clearly sooner is a way to cut your losses in time."
She wasn't sad at all; on the contrary, she felt an indescribable lightness.
The main character of today's victory celebration banquet did not arrive, and everyone was waiting. The Emperor of Northern Chu sent someone to invite Zhao Zhiyan, but he finally arrived late after a long wait.
"Your Majesty, I, your humble brother, pay my respects." Zhao Zhiyan bowed respectfully.
"Eighth Prince, there's no need for such formalities. Please rise." The Emperor of Northern Chu feigned surprise as he looked behind him: "Why isn't Princess Lian'an here?"
Everyone was watching Zhao Zhiyan.
More than half of the people already know that Princess Lian'an has conceived.
“Your Majesty, Princess Lian’an is pregnant and should not come to such a crowded place. She needs to rest and recuperate.” Princess Jia Hua smiled enigmatically. “The Eighth Prince has achieved great success, has a beautiful woman in his arms, and is about to give birth to a son. It is truly a joyous occasion.”
Zhao Zhiyan turned her head to look at Princess Jiahua, then her gaze fell on Song Yue behind her. Song Yue's eyes were indifferent, as if it were none of her business.
"Look how confused I am, Eighth Prince. I remember you petitioned yesterday to exchange military merits for an imperial decree to grant you a marriage. Today, I will grant your wish." The Emperor of Northern Chu raised his voice: "Guards, draft the decree. Princess Lian'an shall be betrothed to the Eighth Prince as his principal wife immediately. The Imperial Household Department shall select an auspicious day for the wedding as soon as possible."
"Why did the Emperor bestow a marriage upon the Eighth Prince?"
"What about Miss Song San?"
The Emperor of Northern Chu laughed: "My eighth brother and Princess Lian'an are in love. Forced marriages are never sweet. I have no choice but to break off the engagement. The Third Princess has generously made this a beautiful story. From this day forward, I will bestow upon the Third Princess ten thousand taels of gold."
Upon hearing the reward, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on the lips of the Prince of Guangjia opposite him.
"Your Majesty, I thank you for your reward." Song Yue stood up and expressed her gratitude.
The Emperor of Northern Chu then looked at Zhao Zhiyan: "Eighth Imperial Brother?"
Zhao Zhiyan took a deep breath, cupped his hands in thanks, and said, "Your subject thanks you."
The banquet returned to normal, and many people's attention was focused on Zhao Zhiyan and Song Yue. Some people felt sorry for the Third Miss's bad luck and had canceled two engagements in a row.
"Could it be that he's cursed to bring misfortune to his wives?"
Shh! Don't talk nonsense.
"If the Third Miss's marriage is not going well, who will dare to marry her in the future?"
These words reached Princess Jia Hua's ears, and she raised her eyebrows, a hint of anger in her eyes.
The next moment, Prince Guangjia stepped forward: "Uncle, when you entrusted your son to the Emperor, you promised me a condition. Three years ago, I made my condition, but I had to give in because of your seniority. Now that you are already engaged, I humbly request that you bestow the Third Miss upon me in marriage."
Zhao Zhiyan's gaze suddenly sharpened, and a hint of fire flickered in his eyes.
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