A wicked mother swaps her son and sucks his blood? The true legitimate daughter is reborn and goes o

Song Qingning paused, testing the waters.

This woman's life and death were in her own hands.

Ordinary people would be nervous or at least flustered when they hear that something concerns their life or death, but the woman in front of him had a calm expression, as if she was truly not afraid of death and did not care about life or death.

Survival is an instinct.

Is it really as she just said, that once she regains control of her body, she can accept death with equanimity?

Song Qingning was very suspicious.

The more open she was, the more suspicious Song Qingning became.

Song Qingning didn't say anything more, got up and walked out of the torture chamber.

The torture chamber was completely silent.

After a long while, the woman remained kneeling on the ground, recalling Song Qingning's gaze and the words she hadn't finished speaking, her heart still heavy with anxiety.

She knew that Song Qingning wouldn't believe her so easily.

She wasn't as indifferent to life and death as she had just said. She had finally regained her body, so how could she be willing to die so easily?

But that "Su Ling" did too many stupid things with her body, each one a capital offense. Not only that, she also knew the secret of Song Qingning's "rebirth".

She presented the jade bracelet and the prescription for the antidote, not out of gratitude.

It's gambling.

They bet that Song Qingning would spare her life because of this.

But what does Song Qingning mean right now?

The woman couldn't figure it out.

After leaving the imperial prison, Song Qingning went straight to the Prince Li's residence.

The imperial physician studied the previous antidote prescription and confirmed that there were no errors. Song Qingning then handed the physician a list of the dosages.

Although she didn't believe the woman was unafraid of death, she was certain she wouldn't dare tamper with the prescription.

This original body is clearly much smarter than the foolish Su Ling from before.

In just half an hour, the antidote was delivered to Xie Rouan's room.

Xie Rouan drank the antidote, and after an incense stick's time, the dark purple color around the wound on her wrist slowly faded away.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good, good, it's alright now, it's alright. That Su Ling is so vicious, thankfully Qing Ning got the antidote, otherwise..." Princess Yu cried tears of joy, finally relieved.

She thanked Song Qingning, but then remembered the important day and couldn't help feeling a little guilty towards Cui Xinlan.

"Su Ling is a wolf in sheep's clothing, causing all this trouble and almost ruining this joyous day. Xinlan, your mother knows you are intelligent and sensible. Later, your mother will have a maid deliver the storeroom key and the household seal to the bridal chamber."

The implication was that she would be handed over control of the Prince's Mansion.

This is compensation, and also trust.

Cui Xinlan understood and was happy to accept it.

Urged back to the bridal chamber by Princess Yu, Xie Yunli went to greet the guests.

When Xie Yunli returned to the bridal chamber at night, the keys to the Wangfu's storeroom and the seal of the head of the household were already on the table.

The two drank the nuptial wine and sat side by side.

After a moment of silence, Xie Yunli spoke first, "Thank you for today's matter."

He was referring to the speech Cui Xinlan gave in front of everyone during the wedding ceremony.

Although it was to break the deadlock by "proving himself," it also protected his dignity.

"Now that Xinlan has married into the Prince's mansion, she and the Prince are one. There is no need for the Prince to thank her." Cui Xinlan possessed the poise of a daughter of a noble family.

The red candlelight in the room illuminated her face; she was already quite beautiful.

Under the candlelight, Xie Yunli was momentarily distracted by the beautiful woman.

It's true that he admired his fourth sister-in-law, but when he decided to marry her, he knew exactly what he should do.

If his queen is unaware of this, then it's all in the past.

But now she knows that he should give an explanation, an acknowledgment.

"That painting was painted by me. I once admired Mingyue Xian, but later I learned that Fourth Sister-in-law was actually Mingyue Xian. I admire and respect Fourth Sister-in-law. I was determined to marry her, so I burned that painting. But I didn't expect things to go wrong. Qiulan picked it up, which led to what happened today."

Xie Yunli's explanation surprised Cui Xinlan.

Even if he painted the picture and he had feelings for his fourth sister-in-law, she didn't make a fuss or demand an explanation from him. He could have easily pretended not to know and never brought it up again, without worrying about whether it would become a knot in her heart.

Unexpectedly, he took the initiative to bring this matter up.

"Don't worry, I know what I should and shouldn't do, and I will never trouble you again."

They not only provided an explanation, but also made a promise.

Cui Xinlan recalled her father's words: "Prince Li is a gentleman; whoever marries him will not suffer."

My father has always had excellent judgment.

Cui Xinlan knew that if any woman were sitting next to him today, Xie Yunli would have given the same explanation and promise.

It wasn't directed at her, but at the Princess Consort of Prince Li.

But Cui Xinlan was glad that the person sitting next to him was her.

"Your Highness, what Xinlan desires is to live a peaceful and respectful life with her husband. Xinlan also believes that Your Highness is wise and clear-headed."

She said she believed he was wise and clear-headed.

But she was the one who was most clear-headed.

Xie Yunli couldn't help but glance at the woman beside him a few more times, his eyes filled with increasingly strong admiration, subtly mixed with appreciation.

My princess seems quite good!

The night deepened.

In the new house, the candlelight had burned out sometime during the night.

Jinhua Palace.

Since returning to the palace, Song Qingning has been staring intently at the jade bracelet.

Xie Xuanjin changed into his nightgown and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. Previously, she had been prone to sleepiness, sometimes sleeping for a day or two at a time. She couldn't eat while sleeping and had lost a lot of weight.

I haven't been sleeping as much lately.

The imperial kitchen sent over a variety of nourishing supplements, which finally helped him regain some weight, but it still wasn't enough.

"Hongling, serve the meal."

Xie Xuanjin frowned.

Hong Ling, who was waiting outside the screen, twitched her lips slightly.

Not only her, but the four palace maids of spring, summer, autumn and winter also exchanged glances, their expressions indescribable.

The meal was cleared away just before an incense stick had burned.

Has His Majesty forgotten?

The voice behind him snapped Song Qingning out of her daze, making her realize what he was about to do. She immediately said, "Your Majesty, how can you eat again after already eating?"

"You're too thin." Xie Xuanjin placed his large hand on her waist.

They were separated only by a thin layer of clothing.

Song Qingning could clearly feel the warmth of his palm, his worry, and his concern for her.

After being diagnosed with pregnancy, Xie Xuanjin was very concerned.

At first, she thought he cared about the child in her womb; it was his first child, so it was understandable that he cared.

Even her unusually sleepy behavior and the worry in his eyes, she only thought was that he was worried about the baby in her womb.

Until the jade bracelet ended up in her hands.

Previously, she had a vivid dream in which she dreamt that she had become a ghost after death in her previous life.

The dream ended abruptly in front of the dilapidated temple after he parted ways with Chu Yin.

After that, the dream stalled.

I sometimes dream of her wandering in the temple; it seems like she stays there for a long time.

Beggars occasionally rest in the dilapidated temple. In her dream, she and the living exist in their own worlds, and everything is normal.

These past few days, she has often thought of the story Xie Xuanjin had told her before.

A bold guess suddenly occurred to her.

"Your Majesty, you said you met someone in a dilapidated temple. Do I know that person?"