The woman just kept crying, clinging tightly to Zhao Zhiyan's clothes.
Perhaps her gaze was too intense, because Zhao Zhiyan easily caught Song Yue's gaze when he looked up, and Song Yue was taken aback.
Just as he was about to shrink back, he saw Zhao Zhiyan open his mouth and say two words: "human relationships."
Song Yue was taken aback.
She shouldn't have stuck her head out out of curiosity.
“Miss, it seems the Eighth Prince was looking at you just now.” Yun Dong looked around to make sure he was looking this way.
Song Yue was annoyed. Why couldn't she just enjoy the view from the back window? She rubbed her nose, got up and went downstairs, obediently bowing to Zhao Zhiyan: "Eighth Imperial Uncle".
Zhao Zhiyan gave a faint "hmm".
"Please, please save my brother. He's only seven years old and he's my only family in this world. If he dies, I will never live on alone," the woman cried out, her voice choked with sobs.
Song Yue then got a good look at the woman. She was dressed simply, but her appearance was indeed exceptionally beautiful; the words "exquisitely beautiful" would not be an exaggeration.
No wonder Zhao Zhiyan asked me for help.
“Eighth Imperial Uncle, the most urgent thing is to find a doctor to treat this little boy.” Song Yue said, “The Duke of Jingguo’s mansion happens to have two doctors with excellent medical skills. How about I take him to the Duke of Jingguo’s mansion?”
Upon hearing this, the woman immediately looked at Song Yue and said, "Thank you for your kindness, young lady. But the grievance has its source and the debtor its debtor. It was you who bumped into him, so naturally you should take responsibility. How could I dare to trouble you?"
"Do you really want to get treatment or are you trying to use this opportunity to frame my Eighth Imperial Uncle?" Song Yue accused him without any politeness.
The woman's face flushed red instantly.
"If you keep nagging, your brother will bleed to death!" Song Yue pouted, her voice extremely loud.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately criticized the woman: "At such a young age, she's already so bad at framing people. I felt sorry for her just now, but it turns out she's a repeat offender."
Panicked by the accusations, the woman instinctively loosened her grip on Zhao Zhiyan's hem: "No, it's not mine. I'm just worried that if I send my brother to another family, he'll be abandoned and left to fend for himself. Everyone's passing the buck, and who am I, a helpless person, to turn to?"
The woman looked at Zhao Zhiyan with tears in her eyes.
Zhao Zhiyan's refined face showed no trace of anger; instead, he looked at Song Yue.
“I am the legitimate daughter of Princess Jiahua. We have no grudge against each other, so why would I target you?” Song Yue thought for a moment and said, “Since you are worried, I will book a room in the restaurant across the street and find a doctor to treat your brother. If there is any neglect, you can stand in the street and shout it out. Let everyone condemn me then, how about that?”
"But……"
"Young lady, it would be disgraceful if word got out that a man and a woman were alone together in a mansion. Why are you so determined to hold my Eighth Imperial Uncle hostage?"
Song Yue was not someone to be trifled with. A few words from her made the woman feel ashamed and she secretly lowered her eyes to wipe away her tears: "My brother and I came here to visit relatives. We are unfamiliar with this place and are inevitably a little nervous. Since you say so, I will take my brother and disturb you. As long as my brother is safe and sound, I will leave immediately."
Song Yue compromised and ordered several people to prepare a carriage to take the two back to the Duke of Jingguo's mansion.
Before boarding the carriage, the woman looked at Zhao Zhiyan with lingering reluctance.
After everyone left, no one in the crowd took it.
Song Yue rubbed her nose and looked at Zhao Zhiyan: "Eighth Imperial Uncle is quite the target of people's attention."
Zhao Zhiyan couldn't help but smile wryly. He had only gotten off his carriage to come to the restaurant when a child suddenly appeared. He hadn't done anything, yet he was being extorted.
If it were anyone else, they would probably have already sent them away.
But Zhao Zhiyan is a well-known nice guy, easy-going, and he made a mistake first, so we can't just drag him down with us.
He won't do anything that would damage his reputation.
“These two don’t look like they’re from Northern Chu. I will definitely investigate them thoroughly. You keep a close eye on them for now,” Zhao Zhiyan said.
Song Yue nodded obediently.
After not seeing her for a long time, Zhao Zhiyan looked the little girl up and down. He still remembered that when they last met, the little girl was a withered and thin little quail with a wild and stubborn look in her eyes, like a hedgehog covered in thorns.
But seeing her today, Zhao Zhiyan felt that the little girl in front of him was even sharper than before, and her words were unforgiving.
It's really endearing.
It wasn't for nothing that he helped her before.
Thinking that she had other things to do, Song Yue didn't say anything more. She curtsied and then turned to go upstairs. As she turned, Zhao Zhiyan's smile gradually faded, and he glanced meaningfully at the direction where the carriage had just disappeared.
Being interrupted along the way did not affect Song Yue's mood.
Finally, good news arrived in the late afternoon.
Ling Yilai reported: "Miss, Princess Zhennan was stabbed in the backyard of Dazhao Temple today. Song Yao risked her life to save her. My sword missed, and although Song Yao lost a lot of blood, she is not in mortal danger."
Finally, he added, "Many people saw it on the spot, including Prince Pei."
"Very good!" Song Yue was very satisfied. She instructed Ling Yi to keep a low profile for the time being, and then got up to return to her residence.
The Duke of Jingguo's mansion was far more lively than Song Yue had imagined.
From afar, they could hear Yuan Fuling crying at the top of her lungs. It turned out that Song Yao had been brought back, and Pei Zhao had come along with her.
Pei Zhao stood in the hall, his clothes still stained with blood, his face pale as he stared into the distance. When he caught sight of Song Yue, he walked over anxiously: "Yue'er."
The nickname instantly disgusted Song Yue, who frowned and said, "Young Master Pei, we're not that close yet. Please call me Third Miss."
Pei Zhao was lost in thought and could only call out "Third Miss".
"Today's events were an accident; Yao Yao was suddenly attacked by an assassin..."
“What kind of talk is that? Wasn’t it the Princess Consort of Zhennan who encountered assassins and Yao Yao risked her life to save her?” Yuan Fuling interrupted Pei Zhao.
Pei Zhao was speechless.
Song Yue didn't care about these things. She got up to leave, but Pei Zhao took a step forward and stopped her: "Third Miss, we are engaged."
Song Yue patiently looked at Pei Zhao. She remembered that in her previous life, Pei Zhao first took Song Yao as a concubine, and soon after, he promoted her to a secondary wife, practically making her his exclusive favorite.
Pei Zhao was overjoyed by Song Yao. He remembered one time when Song Yao accidentally sprained her ankle, which made Pei Zhao very distressed. He punished several servants who were cleaning and personally massaged Song Yao's foot.
Why don't you like it now?
"What exactly does Prince Pei want to say?" Song Yue asked with a mocking smile. This was the first time she had ever met him, and she had overheard him and the Princess of Zhennan slandering her in the temple.
Why pretend to be so sentimental now?
He's even more disgusting than Song Hengchuan!
"Third Miss, Yao Yao was seriously injured today while saving my mother. I cannot stand idly by. Please forgive me."
Pei Zhao acted as if he was only doing this because of the life-saving grace.
Song Yue ignored him, walked around Pei Zhao, and got up to leave. She was more curious about how the brother and sister in the courtyard were doing.
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