Qingyin shook her head, and after Qinghe came in, she drank the medicine in one gulp, and then resolutely refused to let Liu Zhi in with a cold expression.
As Song's mother watched that scene, she felt both pity and sorrow.
With Qingyin herself disagreeing and Song's mother guarding the room, Liu Zhi was ultimately unable to enter his wife's room.
Liu Zhi lingered at the door for a long time, looking at the room filled with the aroma of medicine, before finally leaving.
Waiting for the man's footsteps to leave.
Song's mother couldn't help but spit in the direction of the door, "That heartless bastard, treating her daughter like this."
Seeing Song's mother's unusually rude manner, Qingyin couldn't help but smile, her light-colored eyebrows curving slightly.
"It's been so long since I've seen my mother like this. The last time was when I was a child and I ate an extra bowl of ice. Looking at you now, you still look as beautiful as when you were a child."
As Qingyin recalled her childhood, a blush crept onto her pale face, and her delicate, fair face suddenly became lively, exuding a mysterious and alluring charm.
Song's mother was taken aback.
It had been many years since Song's mother had seen Qingqing. After marrying that boy Liu Zhi, Qingqing had grown up a lot. Her appearance... Song's mother had seen many beauties in her life, but she couldn't help but be captivated by her daughter's appearance for a while. Especially since her daughter had been ill these past few days, her gorgeous temperament had a luxurious decadence and fragility.
It's not just ordinary beauty; it's more like a fragile rose nurtured with all the jewels and talent imbued with its brilliance and decadence—a brilliance that embodies the essence of womanhood, so dazzling that it's impossible not to be mesmerized.
For a moment, Song's mother was distracted, thinking, "How could that servant Liu Zhi not like Qingqing?"
"Mother!"
"Mother?"
"Oh dear," Song's mother replied hastily.
Qingyin gave Song's mother a puzzled look, which was somewhat confused.
As she was talking, for some reason, Song's mother suddenly became lost in thought and fell silent.
When Song's mother was woken up, a hint of embarrassment appeared in her eyes.
He patted Qingyin's head and, recalling what Qingyin had just said, replied, "After all these years, how could Mother still be as beautiful and young as before?"
Qingyin shook her head, snuggled into Song's mother's arms, and said coquettishly, "Yes, Mother is just as beautiful now as she was before."
"Hehe, you're so good at flattering your mother." Song's mother smiled kindly, then after a while, she said with a firm expression.
"Qingqing, don't be afraid. No matter what happens this time, your mother and father will take you home."
This time, Qingyin did not respond.
The original owner's tears had unknowingly replaced "Song Qingqing's" emotions and fell down.
Qingyin nestled in Song's mother's arms and obediently hummed in agreement.
Of course, Qingyin did not intend for the Song family to handle the divorce. After all, the original owner of this body married into the Liu family by imperial decree. If the Song family were to force a divorce, regardless of whether they agreed or not, the Song family would naturally incur the emperor's displeasure.
Therefore, the Song family cannot be the ones to propose this marriage.
Qingyin closed her eyes and thought: Since the Liu family has treated their daughter so badly, they should naturally suffer the consequences of treating their daughter badly as well.
Therefore, the Liu family should be the ones to propose the divorce.
Qingyin closed her eyes, concealing the glint in them.
At this moment, Qingyin did not expect that her future mission target was too powerful, and she was able to successfully "divorce with her daughter" without even having a chance to do anything herself.
After such an intimate conversation with her mother, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, and having fallen seriously ill, Qingyin was naturally exhausted and fell asleep again as soon as she woke up.
Seeing that Qingyin was asleep again, Song's mother carefully measured the temperature between Qingyin's foreheads. She was relieved to find that Qingyin did not have a fever again. She asked Qinghe to watch over her again, while she went to the side room to take a nap.
She has been staying by her daughter's side these past few days, but her daughter hasn't woken up yet, and she doesn't dare close her eyes.
Seeing that her daughter had opened her eyes after a short while, she had temporarily escaped death, and she naturally felt a little more relaxed. The belated fatigue also came over her.
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The next day at the Imperial Palace.
The news of Qingyin's awakening was naturally sent to the palace.
Upon hearing the news, the chief eunuch Jiang Sheng couldn't help but reveal a hint of relief in his eyes. Tsk tsk, that Miss Song has finally woken up!
This is truly good news. Otherwise, why would the young general have been so eager to come to the palace these past few days to see the emperor? Tsk, recalling the oath the young general made, the head eunuch couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
If this Miss Song is fortunate enough to survive this ordeal, who knows how much good fortune she will have in the future.
Thinking of this, the head eunuch couldn't help but jog up to the emperor and whisper something in his ear, while his eyes inadvertently glanced at Shen Du.
Gu Yuanchu was taken aback.
He never really expected that Song Qingqing, whom his little nephew was so concerned about, would actually wake up. However, he had promised this kid that he would never go back on his word. Thinking of this, he turned his attention to Shen Du opposite him.
Upon seeing this, Gu Yuanchu couldn't help but twitch his lips.
He saw his nephew, Shen Du, sitting opposite him, playing chess. Although he was there, his soul seemed to have wandered off somewhere. His eyes were unfocused and he seemed to be thinking about something. His brows were furrowed. If it weren't for his body's memory, he probably would have already ruined the game.
Gu Yuanchu cleared his throat. "Ahem, if you don't want to play chess with me, Minister Shen, why don't you go back?"
Startled awake by Gu Yuanchu, Shen Du hurriedly knelt down and bowed, saying, "Your subject has been impolite."
Gu Yuanchu couldn't stop him from kneeling down so quickly.
Gu Yuanchu curled his lip; this nephew was getting harder and harder to amuse as he grew older.
She used to look like a fairy doll, but now she looks more and more like her old man.
They wore the rules of etiquette between ruler and subject on their faces all day long.
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