Song Xizhi thought of what Prince Xiu had said in the teahouse that day and nodded: "It seems so, which is why Prince Xiu was so eager to offer incense."
Madam Xin suddenly stared at Song Xizhi, then her eyes lit up: "If you can cure His Majesty, neither the Marquis's Mansion nor the Song Mansion will dare to act recklessly in the future, and you will have an extra layer of protection."
Song Xizhi hurriedly shook his head: "I am not willing. Doctors do not knock on doors, let alone treat the emperor. Even if millions of benefits were to fall into my lap, I would not dare to accept them."
After thinking about it, Madam Xin agreed with what she said: "I was too eager for credit. It's better for us to live our own lives and not get too close."
After she finished speaking, she took Song Xizhi's hand and got off the carriage. The two of them went to the same courtyard to settle down.
The courtyard had three side rooms. After Song Xizhi and Madam Xin each chose one to settle down, there was still one room left for someone to come and stay.
In another courtyard.
As soon as Song Juncai got off the carriage, he parted ways with Zhao Qianlan.
Since men and women do not stay in the same room, Zhao Qianlan randomly chose a courtyard to settle down, and then there was a knock on the door.
The old nanny opened the door and saw a kind-looking middle-aged servant boy who was smiling at Zheng nanny: "It's been a long time, Wenxiu. My master invites your young lady to catch up."
When Granny Zheng saw the servant boy in front of her calling out her name from her youth without any hesitation, her expression changed drastically. She looked around and instantly felt as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
Granny Zheng lowered her voice and abruptly took a few steps back: "What kind of place is this? How dare you come here?"
The middle-aged servant was still smiling, but his eyes held a deep meaning: "Didn't your young lady ask you for a favor? No, you can't call her 'young lady' anymore, you have to call her 'Madam,' Madam Song."
"Lord Zhao has invited Madam Song to meet him, but he will not force her. If he does not agree, then so be it."
Zhao Qianlan, who was originally in the inner room, clenched her fists upon hearing this.
The image of Song Ruoan's miserable and pitiful face flashed before her eyes, and she gritted her teeth: "See you! It's just to catch up... What's there to be afraid of?"
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