But now is not the time to think about these things. Su Yao hurriedly comforted Mrs. Shen: "It's just a small matter. I know what I'm doing. Don't worry." He also asked how Shen Jiayan was doing now.
Speaking of her son, Mrs. Shen's worries were finally relieved. She smiled and said to Su Yao, "Much better. The teacher you hired for him is a very good one. He doesn't hit or scold him. He is humorous and very good at giving him advice. Now he is finally willing to go out for a walk. Although he still goes out very rarely, it is better than before."
That's good. Su Yao nodded and said, "Take your time. Ah Yan is still young. He will be better after a while." She asked Shen's mother to take out a small box. "These are clothes for you and godfather. There is also a set for Ah Yan. I wanted to send them to him before. You can take them back with you when you come."
Mrs. Shen was choked up for a moment, and only after Su Yao persuaded her for a while did she feel better. She then went to pay a visit to Old Mrs. Su.
Old Mrs. Su was very kind to her and even invited her to stay for dinner.
However, Su Rong did not come back until the guests were about to leave. Old Mrs. Su was quite absent-minded during the meal and asked people to go out from time to time to see if Su Rong had returned.
Even Su Xingyi was made a little restless - Su Rong seldom went out, and even if he did, he would not have dinner outside. Besides, even if he had to stay outside, he should send the letter back.
She winked at Su Yao, and the two of them walked out of the room one after the other. She then asked Su Yao in a low voice, "Should we send someone out to look for it? I feel like something is wrong."
Lian Su Yao also felt that something was wrong. He nodded and asked someone to call Qing Kun and ask him to go out and look for Su Rong.
Qing Kun is the person Su Rong trusts the most besides He Jian, and he is the only one who knows where Su Rong goes most often.
After sending Qingkun away, Su Yaocai personally escorted Mrs. Shen out of the second gate and into the carriage.
Mrs. Shen was reluctant to let her go, and kept mumbling some words of advice along the way. When they were about to get on the carriage, she said, "By the way, you will be coming of age in June..."
Having said this, he seemed to be hesitant to speak further.
Su Yao didn't take it too seriously. She really didn't have the time to think about it. She always felt like something was going to happen, but she didn't know whether it was with Song Heng or Su Rong.
Song Heng, who she was thinking about, was now being mocked by the Crown Prince's wife. The Crown Prince's wife of Marquis Guangping looked at the coffin carried into the yard and felt extremely irritated. She raised the corners of her mouth coldly and said to Song Xiangyu who was about to enter the house: "Don't be so impatient. Don't think that my son's death will keep that bastard safe. Even if I die, I will drag him to death with me!"
After saying this, she felt better. She looked at Song Xiangyu who was frowning coldly and said more sharply, "How can one set of coffin be enough? I think you should find two more sets as a backup."
Song Xiangyu took a deep breath. He had tried every possible way, but he couldn't find an antidote for the poison. He had consulted all the famous doctors he could, but Song Zhiyuan's condition was still getting worse...
Fortunately, Song Heng came back a few days ago and said that he had looked through all the secret scrolls of the previous dynasty and finally found the secret recipe for the antidote for this poison. He has already asked Sun Yuanpan and Doctor Hu to verify its authenticity.
He sighed helplessly: "Didn't Ah Heng say that Sun Yuanpan said that the antidote was used on the rabbit and no abnormalities were found. If the rabbit is still alive today, our Zhiyuan will be saved."
Perhaps it was because she still had some fantasy about the antidote, or perhaps it was the word "we" from Song Xiangyu that touched her, the Crown Prince's wife snorted coldly and finally stopped mocking him.
Song Xiangyu then advised her to rest first: "You have been guarding him without sleep for so many days, how can your body hold on? There will be news today anyway. I see that there is no bad news yet, so it is probably good news. You should rest for a while, otherwise you will not be able to hold on when he gets better."
The Crown Prince's wife was reluctant at first, but eventually she couldn't resist his persuasion and left.
After a while, Song Xiangyu heard the news from the front yard and hurried out, and the yard became quiet again.
Song Zhiyuan's wet nurse, Mama Xun, was dozing off on the footstool when she suddenly heard the door open. She was startled and turned around to see who was coming. She quickly stood up and said, "Young Master!"
Song Zhibin hummed, put his hands behind his back and walked closer to take a look at Song Zhiyuan lying on the bed, then he told Mother Xun in a deep voice: "Go get a basin of water. The bloody smell is so strong, how are you taking care of Eleven?"
Mother Xun said hurriedly: "I'll let Honglian go now..."
"You go by yourself." Song Zhibin said without hesitation: "Honglian is busy making linen clothes, I just happened to talk to Eleven."
Mother Xun was confused and felt that this was a bit strange, but she had been busy for a while and had not had a rest. She couldn't think of anything wrong, so she nodded hurriedly and went out.
Suddenly, only Song Zhibin and Song Zhiyuan on the bed were left in the room.
Song Zhibin let out a long sigh, his face was very heavy, and his mood was very low. He suppressed his voice and called out "Eleven", then reached out to help Song Shiyi tidy up her scattered hair, pursed his lips and said: "Eleven, you always liked to follow me since you were a child..."
As he spoke, he shed tears. Looking at his brother whose lips were almost pale, he shook his head sadly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Eleven..."
The curtains on the bed shook. He stood up, pulled up Song Shiyi's quilt to cover Song Shiyi's face, tears streaming down his face. Suddenly, he exerted force and covered Song Shiyi's head completely.
The room was quiet, but Song Zhibin's heart was beating fast and veins bulged on his forehead. He was extremely nervous.
It’s almost there, it’s almost there, he comforted himself. He could almost hear his own heartbeat, but suddenly, something fell to the ground with a bang.
Just like a loud thunderclap, Song Zhibin jumped up uncontrollably in fear. He was sweating profusely and felt exhausted all over.
"What are you doing?!" Song Heng came out from behind the screen next to him and looked at him with a smile: "Brother, don't you have a deep relationship with Brother Eleven? What are you doing now?"
Song Zhibin opened his mouth as if he had seen a ghost, but he was so frightened that he couldn't say anything.
He knew that Song Heng had found the secret recipe for the antidote, and he also knew that both Sun Yuanpan and Doctor Hu said that the recipe would work, so he took the risk and wanted to cover up the secret completely.
Right...Shouldn't Song Heng be with Doctor Hu and the others