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However, Shen Kouqing did not think so. She had mastered the art of cooking since she was young, so she was not afraid of Song Yichen not eating.

Ignoring everyone's surprised gazes, Shen Kouqing left two of the more experienced cooks to act as assistants, and told the others to go out.

Although it was not much, but it still tasted good, and Shen Kouqing was very confident.

The sun had just risen and Song Yichen had returned.

As soon as he entered the hall, he waited for Shen Kouqing and turned to leave.

He was still angry with her last night.

"Wait!" Shen Kouqing immediately called out to him, "I've worked so hard all morning, don't you want to try it?"

Song Yichen's body froze.

When he entered, he noticed that there was food on the table. Shen Kouqing looked like he was begging for praise.

Shen Kouqing walked over with the Rose Milk Soup in hand. "This is your favorite dessert, quickly come and try it."

Song Yichen's face was still cold and detached, but he did not leave, instead sitting down.

He took a bite, a flash of surprise in his eyes. It tasted better than he'd expected.

However, he still let out a dissatisfied snort.

Shen Kouqing tugged on his sleeve: "Yesterday, I was in the wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that, but I also have a reason that I can't say, believe me okay …"

Song Yichen did not speak.

That was not what he was angry about.

"As for Song Yuanhui …" Shen Kouqing lowered his head, concealing the bone-piercing hatred in his eyes. When she raised his head again, his eyes had become exceptionally resolute: "I really do not think of him."

Her every word was sincere, causing people to have no choice but to believe it. Song Yichen stared at her in a serious manner, but was unable to find any flaws.

He believed it.

However, the questions in his heart kept on growing as Shen Kouqing read his thoughts, and he retorted, "Don't you think that the most important thing right now is to stop his ambition? If you interrogate me like this, who will be more important? "

Shen Kouqing was right, if Song Yuanhui could poison the poison once, he could poison it twice. As long as the emperor did not die, his ambitions would not stop.

"But …" Song Yichen hesitated, "The head of the imperial kitchen has already been killed by the royal grandpa Staff, this matter shall end here."

"And then?"

Shen Kouqing stared fixedly at Song Yichen with her sparkling eyes, the smile on her lips grew wider.

Shen Kouqing didn't know what kind of things Song Yuanhui would do in the future. If it was the same as his previous life, then it would be perfect.

Song Yichen frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly handed over the empty bowl in his hands: "Serve another bowl."

Shen Kouqing beamed as she followed along.

Previously, she had heard someone say that Song Yichen never ate anything else. One reason was because of his mouth, and the other was because of his body.

That was why Shen Kouqing was so happy.

Song Yichen ate with relish, and the anger towards Shen Kouqing in his heart also became lesser and lesser. After finishing the meal, all the unhappiness had vanished like smoke in thin air.

Shen Kouqing called a servant over to clean up, and saw that the butler had ran over in a panic.

"Royal granddaughter consort, not good, something happened to Ninth Prince's Mansion!"

Shen Kouqing and Song Yichen were stunned at the same time.

The first person they thought of was Song Yuanhui, but after hearing what the butler said, they finally knew that it wasn't so.

Yesterday, when Shen Koudan and Song Yuanhui left the Wuling Mansion, the sky was already dark. When they were almost at the Ninth Prince's Mansion, Shen Koudan got off her palanquin and was hit by something that caused him to have a fever in the middle of the night.

Song Yuanhui had already sent someone to inform the Marquis of Wu Ling, and the Marquis of Wu Ling had already sent someone to notify Shen Kouqing.

Without further ado, even though Shen Kouqing and her relationship was never harmonious, she still decided to go and take a look.

Song Yichen originally wanted to go with them, since he was Shen Koudan's brother-in-law, but suddenly, a message came from the palace asking him to go to the palace.

Shen Kouqing went to Ninth Prince's Mansion alone in the carriage.

At this time, the imperial physicians were all guarding the Ninth Prince's Mansion.

These imperial physicians had been here since morning, but they had been busy the entire morning without being able to tell what was going on. Everyone was anxious and apprehensive.

Yesterday, when Imperial Physician Li died, it was undoubtedly bad news for the Imperial Physician Li. Although Song Yuanling had already been cleared from the charges, they still felt that this matter had something to do with Song Yuanling.

It was also because of this that the royal doctors were afraid that they would be unable to cure Shen Koudan's crime of not being able to.

"Imperial Physician, what's going on? Is there still no result?" Song Yuanhui frowned as he looked at Imperial Physician Fu. His tone had already become very impatient.

Hearing that, Imperial Physician Fu hurriedly got up and bowed: "His Highness the Ninth Prince, please forgive this old man's incompetence, I really can't see the symptoms of Ninth Imperial Consort!"

"My pulse is steady and powerful, my body is strong and healthy, and normally there should not be any problems, but Ninth Imperial Consort is so uncomfortable, this humble subject truly deserves to die a thousand times for her crimes."

Another imperial physician answered.

They had always said that treating a patient was the right medicine, but now, they didn't even know where the illness was, so how could they say that treating a patient was the right medicine?

"Rice buckets, a bunch of rice buckets!"

Song Yuanhui was so angry that he threw the cup of water in his hand away.

"Do you know how to treat illnesses or not? It's just an ordinary cold, can't you prescribe some medicine? What are you all waiting for! " Song Yuanhui paced around anxiously, his eyes full of worry and anger.

Shen Koudan, who was lying on the bed, saw this scene, and was completely moved.

Finally, Song Yuanhui's gaze returned to her body. This feeling was really good.

"Yuan Emblem …" She opened her mouth weakly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's.

Song Yuanhui immediately ran over and held her hand. "It's fine, Ki Dan, I'll definitely get the imperial physician to treat you."

Shen Koudan shook her head slightly, her gaze was so gentle that water could be seen. "Yuan Huigege, with these words of yours, I am already very satisfied."

She turned her head to the imperial physician and said weakly, "Perhaps it's because of the cold when I came back yesterday. The imperial physician can just open up some medicine."

But all the imperial physicians had a difficult expression on their faces.

Shen Koudan's pulse was very stable, there was nothing wrong with it, which meant that there was nothing wrong with her body, what if she took the wrong medicine?

This was a responsibility that the imperial physicians could not afford.

When Song Yuanhui saw them standing at the side, he was filled with anger and could not help but scold them: "What are you guys standing there for?! Hurry up and go!"

After being stunned for a moment, Imperial Physician Fu opened his mouth first: "To return to the Ninth Prince, it's not that the old me isn't able to cure it, the medicinal herbs have their own medicinal properties, Shen Koudan's body is fine, but what if I eat the wrong medicine? The consequences are unimaginable, this old subject really cannot shoulder this responsibility."

Song Yuanhui was silent.

He had never thought that Shen Koudan would actually pretend to be sick.