Chapter 234 is inappropriate and should be kept secret.
"You have to pretend you like it even if you don't, understand?"
Song Hui glared at Zhao Wanqing with annoyance.
Zhao Wanqing shrank her neck and mumbled a reply.
"knew."
Song Hui found a children's costume on the nearby clothes rack and quickly put it on Shen Xu to prevent his injuries from attracting attention.
Then he squatted down with his back to her and urged Zhao Wanqing.
"Don't just stand there, quickly help him onto my back."
Zhao Wanqing dared not ask any more questions and quickly helped Shen Xu onto her back.
Song Hui supported Chen Xu with both hands, took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and stood up.
Fortunately, although Shen Xu was already ten years old, he had been a beggar for several years and was now emaciated, looking two years younger than his peers.
It doesn't have much flesh on its body, so it's not heavy.
But Song Hui still found it a little difficult to carry him.
He stumbled a couple of steps and almost fell to the ground.
Zhao Wanqing quickly stepped forward to help her up.
"Mother, are you alright? Should I go out and call the servants to come and carry him?"
Zhao Wanqing was very puzzled.
They brought many servants with them when they came, so why did Mother insist on carrying this little beggar on her own?
Song Hui shook her head.
"No need, quickly check if anyone's outside. If not, let's leave here immediately."
Zhao Wanqing peeked out.
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the stage.
There weren't many people in the tent area.
"Mother, there's no one outside."
Song Hui immediately carried Shen Xu on her back, bent down and walked out of the tent, and gestured for Zhao Wanqing to follow quickly.
To avoid being seen, she deliberately went around to the back of the tent and walked quickly and hurriedly, so that Zhao Wanqing had to jog to keep up.
This was the liveliest time of the temple fair, with crowds of people packed shoulder to shoulder.
They mingled in the crowd and walked forward until they reached the Zhao family's carriage, where they successfully helped Shen Xu into the carriage.
Song Hui's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.
If it weren't for the desire for wealth and glory, she would have had a really hard time carrying the person all the way.
"Qing'er, get in the car quickly, let's go home!"
She was panting and hurriedly beckoned Zhao Wanqing to get in the car.
The carriage left the temple fair and sped into the city.
Song Hui was afraid that Shen Xu's injuries would worsen due to the bumpy ride, so she carefully looked after him the whole way, even holding him in her arms.
Zhao Wanqing stared at her movements, her face filled with confusion.
Mingming's mother used to hate little beggars, saying they were dirty and smelly, and she would stay far away from them whenever she saw them.
"Mother, do you know this little beggar?"
This was the only reason Zhao Wanqing could think of.
Song Hui opened her mouth, met her daughter's puzzled gaze, and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.
She softened her voice and said, "Of course I don't know him. Maybe this child catches my eye; I felt a sense of warmth when I saw him."
It's pitiful that someone so young was seriously injured in a knife attack.
"Mother saving him is also doing good deeds. This is at the foot of Xiangguo Temple. The Buddha ship girl will also bless our family if she does good deeds."
Zhao Wanqing listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion.
The carriage arrived at the Zhao family's residence, and Song Hui immediately sent someone to fetch a doctor.
He even gave the steward an extra two taels of silver and instructed him, "Be sure to hire the best doctor to treat external injuries."
The doctor arrived quickly, examined Shen Xu, and re-bandaged him.
"Huh? The injured person should have already received good wound medicine."
He had also taken medication to stop the bleeding and reduce inflammation, so although the injury appeared serious, he was not in life-threatening danger because he received timely treatment.
"I'll prescribe another dose of medicine to prevent him from developing a high fever tonight. I'll give it to him when he wakes up."
"With regular dressing changes and a period of recuperation, it will get better."
Song Hui breathed a sigh of relief.
She was truly afraid that if she went through all that trouble to bring the person back, only to fail to save them, it would be a huge loss.
"Thank you, doctor. You can come back every few days to change the dressing."
After instructing the steward to see the doctor off, Song Hui summoned two maids and ordered them to give the unconscious Shen Xu a quick wash and change him into a new set of clothes.
Throughout the entire process, Shen Xu remained unconscious, and his hand never loosened its grip.
He held that red hair ribbon tightly in his hand the whole time.
The maidservant came to report to Song Hui.
After hearing this, Song Hui pulled Zhao Wanqing back to her room.
She took two red hair ribbons from her makeup box and tied them on Zhao Wanqing's head.
Then he repeatedly gave instructions.
"Remember, it was you who saved him, and it was you who applied the medicine and fed him the pills."
That red hairband is yours; he ripped it off when you were bandaging his wound.
Zhao Wanqing stammered, "But...but I clearly didn't save her."
Song Hui tapped her forehead in an annoyed tone.
"Why are you so stubborn, girl? Didn't we try to save him?"
If we hadn't brought him back, he might have frozen to death lying there unconscious all night!
"Remember everything I teach you. If he notices even the slightest thing, see how I deal with you!"
Zhao Wanqing shrank her neck, her expression somber.
She thought that ever since she wasn't chosen as a study companion, her mother had become increasingly impatient and irritable with her.
She dared not refute, but could only remember her mother's words.
By evening, Zhao Hong returned from his official duties, looking exhausted.
Song Hui, unable to contain her excitement, went up to him and pulled him into the room.
He closed the door and recounted Shen Xu's story in detail.
Zhao Hong was exhausted after a long day, and when he heard that she had rescued a beggar from Xiangguo Temple, he was initially very impatient.
Just as she was about to interrupt, Song Hui directly revealed Shen Xu's identity.
Zhao Hong was so startled that he jumped to his feet, his eyes wide open, and even his breathing became rapid.
"Madam, are you sure it's true? Are you certain that the person you rescued is the long-lost Crown Prince, Shen Xu?"
Song Hui looked completely certain.
"The instructions given by the gods are absolutely correct."
Zhao Hong immediately pulled her along to see Shen Xu.
Shen Xu was still in a deep sleep.
Zhao Hong stared at him for a long time, then murmured, "His facial features do indeed resemble His Majesty's."
He believed Song Hui's words a little more and quickly gave instructions to the maids and servants.
"Everyone, stay alert and take good care of him. If the young master feels unwell in any way, report it immediately."
The couple returned to their bedroom.
Zhao Hong was so excited that all his fatigue disappeared. He kept pacing back and forth in the room, unable to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.
"His Majesty has only four princesses. Although Consort Shu is now pregnant, it is still unknown whether it is a boy or a girl."
For years, His Majesty and the Xue family have been sending people to search for the eldest prince. If they find out that our family saved the eldest prince, then... then our family..."
Song Hui chimed in: "My husband will rise to great heights in the future, and our family will only enjoy wealth and prosperity!"
Zhao Hong clenched his fists excitedly; heaven knows how much he, who came from a poor family, longed for this day.
Song Hui said, "The problem now is how to make His Majesty know in a reasonable way that the Crown Prince has been rescued by us."
I think we should wait until the eldest prince wakes up, then adopt him as our godson. What do you think, my husband?
The future emperor's godfather and godmother!
Song Hui trembled with excitement just thinking about it.
Zhao Hong shook his head, rejecting her suggestion.
"That's not appropriate. Not only must we not let His Majesty know that we saved the Crown Prince, we must also keep this news a secret for now!"
Song Hui looked completely bewildered.
Why?
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