The group exchanged glances and remained silent.
Sang Qing leaned against the palace wall, looking lazy, occasionally picking at her ears, playing with her hair between her fingers, and wearing an indifferent smile on her face.
After a while, the group reached a decision, and the leading doctor stepped forward and whispered to Sang Qing, "I need to give Princess Yue an injection."
Sang Qing raised an eyebrow. "What medicine?"
"Of course it's beneficial to her condition; she's been using this medication before. It has a calming and sedative effect after injection."
"Oh..." Sang Qing nodded, "Then where is the injection?"
The man took out the prepared injection from his medical kit.
Sang Qing stretched out her hand, a half-smile on her face, and said, "Give it to me!"
"What?"
"Princess Yue won't allow anyone to come near her, not even for injections. She'll be scared! President Yin did acupuncture on her before, and she burst into tears the moment she saw the needles!"
The group of people looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
“So leaving it to me is the safest way!” Sang Qing smiled. “Is this an intravenous injection? I know how to administer intravenous injections and how to push it.”
“Yes, you can just hand it over to her.” He Jin chimed in from the side, “This young lady is very skillful and has excellent technique. She also has the trust of His Highness Yue. It is the most suitable person to hand it over to her.”
“But…” The leading man still had reservations.
"What, is it that my words don't carry any weight anymore?" He Jin said sternly.
Those people had been in and out of the palace many times, but they had never seen He Jin with such a majestic appearance. They were all too frightened to say a word.
"It doesn't matter if you don't give it to her," He Jin sneered. "Then you can inject it into yourselves, or just throw the syringe away. But you still have to go back and report to your aunt. I'm worried that you won't be able to say a single word in front of her!"
"Since...since this young lady knows how, then I'll trouble her to do it for me."
The man handed the injection to Sang Qing.
Sang Qing smiled, exchanged a glance with He Jin, and then turned and ran back to the inner hall.
After passing through the inner hall, we arrived at the small garden outside the hall, where Yin Cheng had been lying in the bushes for some time.
"Here you go, this is it!" Sang Qing said breathlessly, "This is what they're going to inject into Princess Yue."
Yin Cheng carefully took the medicine, pushed it into her own experimental vial, and then sealed it.
"Can you...find out what it is?" Sang Qing asked cautiously.
"Of course I can! I'm basically holed up in the lab anyway!"
"What's the fastest it will take?"
"I can get the results tomorrow."
"That's wonderful!" Sang Qing almost shouted out loud, jumping for joy on the spot.
"Don't be so happy yet." Yin Cheng explained to her in detail, "My dad said that this is just his speculation, and it may not be something they want to use to harm Princess Yue."
Sang Qing stuck out her tongue and chuckled softly.
Chairman Yin is always this cautious in everything he does; he won't speak up easily unless he's absolutely certain.
“Sang Qing,” Yin Cheng looked at her thoughtfully, “you…you’ve never doubted your own background?”
"Um?"
"What I mean is, you just assume you're the daughter of two illegal immigrants?"
"Does this even need to be acknowledged?" Sang Qing laughed self-deprecatingly. "It's fate, and there's no way to change it."
"What if it could be changed?"
"What exactly do you mean?" Sang Qing asked, puzzled.
Yin Cheng didn't say anything more, and quickly slipped out through the small back door with the syringe and reagent.
...
During the time that the Yin family's assets were seized, Huo Zhixing sorted out the Yin family's accounts.
Jiang Can sometimes found it amusing. Looking at his serious and responsible manner, did he really think of himself as a live-in son-in-law?
"Honey," she gently went behind him and hugged him, "let's rest for a while."
Huo Zhixing got up and rubbed her little head.
"I've finished everything."
"So fast?"
Huo Zhixing smiled but remained silent.
This time, we'll show her what "Hoth's light speed" really means.
“These are all problematic accounts, and I have already listed them out.” Huo Zhixing pointed to the computer. “Most of the problems are with the people who caused trouble that day.”
"It seems they've been wanting to stir up trouble in the Yin family for a long time."
“But they don’t have the ability,” Huo Zhixing chuckled. “And I won’t give them the chance!”
What are you going to do?
"Of course, we should nip it in the bud and clean house."
Huo Zhixing gently embraced her, and when she heard his heartbeat, she felt safe throughout the world.
"Then, I'll leave these matters to you!" Jiang Can looked up at him. "I didn't expect that the seizure of the Yin family's assets would bring unexpected gains!"
“Yes,” Huo Zhixing said in a low voice, “Everything has two sides. It may seem like a disaster, but there is actually a greater blessing hidden inside.”
“Take Sang Qing for example,” Jiang Can said softly, “Fate made her live in a slum for eighteen years, and now we’re compensating her with a grand palace!”
Huo Zhixing laughed, his forehead touching hers.
"And what about me?" he asked, pestering her playfully. "After all the suffering you've endured in your life, have I made it up to you?"
“Of course.” Jiang Can hugged him tightly. “Fate not only compensated me with you, but also gave me a wonderful son… I am truly content.”
"...Why can't he ever forget his son?" he muttered to himself.
"Um?"
"Oh, it's nothing!" Huo Zhixing laughed. "I mean, I'm very content with you and our son."
Jiang Can could tell that the word "son" in that sentence was added reluctantly, and couldn't help but laugh.
“Oh right,” she suddenly remembered, “there’s news from Manchester as well.”
"Uncle Pan's?"
“Yes.” Jiang Can nodded. “Uncle Pan said that there was a document last time that said someone witnessed a foreign woman handing a baby to a man and a woman on the street in Manchester. So Uncle Pan followed the document, found that street, and inquired about the person from various sources…”
"Isn't this like looking for a needle in a haystack?!"
"Luckily, Uncle Pan really caught him!" Jiang Can laughed. "The eyewitness from back then was the owner of a small restaurant on the street. That restaurant hasn't moved locations in over twenty years!"
Huo Zhixing frowned.
"Uncle Pan said he has found the boss, but he will have to ask him in detail to know if it is the right person."
"Uncle Pan...is he really that capable?" Huo Zhixing asked doubtfully. "Wife, do you really think he's just a writer?"
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