PFC Chapter 190 Murong You's Transaction
Chapter 190 Murong You's Transaction
Song Qingwan then stopped walking forward, she looked down at the child in a red bellyband and pigtails and asked curiously.
"Who are you? Why are you calling me mother?"
After hearing what Song Qingwan said, the little boy suddenly frowned in grievance.
"It's me, mother! Why don't you recognize me?"
"I don't have a son that old."
"I'm not even that old yet! Mom, please don't leave. Dad will be sad if you leave!"
"Daddy?"
Only then did Song Qingwan remember that she seemed to have a husband, and her husband's name was Zhao Huaijin.
"What is this place?"
"After this is the Naihe Bridge, mother, please go back quickly!"
After saying that, the little boy disappeared. Song Qingwan was so anxious that she turned around in circles.
"Where have you been? Come back! Come back..."
"return!"
Song Qingwan suddenly woke up from her dream and returned to reality.
At this time, Song Qingwan, who had been lying in bed for seven days, finally slowly opened her eyes. She saw Zhao Huaijin with untidy beard and red and swollen eyes in front of her. She reached out to touch his face, but found that her hand had no strength at all.
"Ah...Ajin, am I still alive?"
"Of course I'm alive! How could I let you die while I'm here?"
Zhao Huaijin's tears flowed with excitement. He buried his head in Song Qingwan's long hair and hugged her tightly.
"I hope you wake up. The doctor said that if you wake up, it means the snake venom has been eliminated!"
"Snake venom..."
"Yes, you were bitten by that Taipan snake and almost died! Awan, it's my fault. I didn't protect you well."
Zhao Huaijin held Song Qingwan, who seemed to be half asleep and half awake, tightly in his arms as if she were his own baby and refused to let go. God knows what kind of torment he had endured during these days.
Song Qingwan murmured to herself, and suddenly remembered that she seemed to have been bitten by a small green snake on Ghost Island.
"Where are the Pei brothers and Yan Yu?"
"Don't worry, they are all fine. They just suffered minor injuries and just need to rest."
Song Qingwan nodded, closed her eyes tiredly, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Zhao Huaijin quickly wiped the sweat off Song Qingwan's face, then helped her lie back on the bed and coaxed her gently.
"Awan, don't be in a hurry to move. The doctor said that you will need to wait ten days or half a month before you can get out of bed."
"What about the child?"
"Don't worry, the child is fine."
After hearing Zhao Huaijin's answer, Song Qingwan finally felt relieved.
She touched her bulging belly with her hand, and suddenly the little guy seemed to sense her and kicked Song Qingwan with his little feet.
Song Qingwan felt the baby's fetal movement and was sure that their child was really still alive.
In the following days, Song Qingwan stayed in bed to recuperate. She had a fever and felt drowsy from time to time, and her cheeks became visibly thinner.
Zhao Huaijin paced around the room anxiously, and Yan Yu sighed.
"Please sit down first."
"How can I sit still? When will Awan get better?"
"You can't help much by being so anxious. Why don't we think of some other solutions and see if there is any special medicine?"
"What special medicine? There are only a few witch doctors in Southern Xinjiang, and no doctors with superb medical skills. How can they cure Awan?"
Speaking of which, Song Qingwan was quite lucky. When Zhao Huaijin carried her back to the shore that day, they met a witch doctor who was very good at treating snake venom. He detoxified her and saved her life.
"How about this, I'll go back to the Great Sage and find a doctor."
"It takes at least fifteen days to travel from Nanjiang to Dasheng, which means a month to go back and forth. How can Awan afford to wait?"
Just then, a servant outside reported that the Saint Lady of Southern Xinjiang wanted to see her.
Zhao Huaijin and Yan Yu looked at each other and saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
What is Murong You doing here?
Although he couldn't guess her purpose, Zhao Huaijin still asked his servants to invite her.
Murong You was dressed in casual clothes, not wearing a saint's uniform, and looked like an ordinary noble girl.
She looked less seductive and more pure than usual.
"Southern Border Saint Murong You greets Prince Huai."
"I dare not ask why the Saint is here?"
"I'm here to save people."
"Rescue?"
"Princess Huai was poisoned by a snake, wasn't she? What effect would ordinary antidotes have? Even if the poison is cured, do you think she can survive with her current pregnant body?"
"So you have a solution?"
"Of course, I'm here to make a deal with Prince Huai."
"Deal? What do you want?"
Zhao Huaijin tried his best to conceal his inner anxiety and tried to make himself look calmer.
He thought that if Murong You could really cure Song Qingwan's health, he would do it at any cost.
Murong You smiled faintly and took out a brocade box from her arms.
"The medicine inside is the one that can save Princess Huai's life. Your Majesty can use it without worry."
"So what are your conditions?"
"It's simple. I will be the high priest of this southern border."
"Oh? Why did Miss Murong come to us for help? Shouldn't she go to the emperor of Southern Xinjiang?"
"The current emperor's mind is already broken and he is in a state of depression all day long. How can he take on important tasks? If my guess is correct, the Pei family will definitely support the new emperor to take the throne."
"What about Zhao Yuanshen? You want his position, aren't you afraid that he will object?"
When Zhao Yuanshen was mentioned, Murong You frowned in disgust.
Thinking of how haggard Zhao Yuanshen looked now, she felt nauseous.
"Don't ask any more questions, Your Majesty. I know that the political power in Southern Xinjiang is now in the hands of you and the Pei family. I only wish to live a prosperous and peaceful life for the rest of my life."
Zhao Huaijin nodded.
"I promise you, no matter who becomes the emperor, you can remain as the High Priest of Southern Border and I will ensure your prosperity in this life."
"Thank you, Lord Huai."
Murong You got the answer he wanted and went back with a relieved look on his face.
Zhao Huaijin still gave the medicine to the witch doctor hired by the Pei family. The witch doctor took it and examined it carefully, confirming that the medicine could indeed save Song Qingwan's life.
Moreover, this medicine is extremely rare, and there are only a few plants in the entire southern Xinjiang.
There was no time to lose. The witch doctor did not dare to delay and immediately crushed the herbs and fed them to Song Qingwan.
Sure enough, three days later, Song Qingwan woke up completely.
Although his body was still very weak, he had at least regained some spirit and his complexion became much rosier.
Zhao Huaijin hugged Song Qingwan into his arms with excitement.
"Great! You finally woke up!"
Song Qingwan pointed to the water on the table, and Zhao Huaijin immediately understood. He quickly brought the water over to Song Qingwan to drink.
After Song Qingwan recovered some strength, Zhao Huaijin told her what had happened in the past few days.
When Song Qingwan heard that Murong You wanted to treat snake venom for her, she was very surprised.
"Murong You made a deal with you, but it wasn't to stay with Zhao Yuanshen forever?"
"No, if I'm not mistaken, Murong You looked very disgusted when he mentioned Zhao Yuan."
Song Qingwan nodded, and couldn't help but admire this woman. It was really not easy for someone who was so lovesick to turn back.
In a room of the Pei family, Leng Xinrou still had an indifferent expression on her face. She was imprisoned in a secret room.
The Pei family did not kill her, but just locked her up. For a moment, she couldn't understand what the Pei family wanted to do.
That day, Leng Xinrou was still sitting in the secret room with her eyes closed, resting, when she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.
Leng Xinrou looked in the direction of the voice and saw Song Qingwan walking in accompanied by Zhao Huaijin.
"I didn't expect you to be so lucky!"
"The Imperial Concubine is still alive, and I dare not die first."