Huai Xu glanced at Song Lianhe several tis, his eyes fixed on the garish reds and purples sared across her face. He finally couldn’t resist. "Can you wipe that stuff off your face? It’s honestly... a bit frightening."
Song Lianhe lightly tugged at her thickly-painted lips. "How else was I supposed to sneak out?"
Huai Xu said grimly, "I’m afraid it won’t be long before that Prince Qing of ours cos chasing after us."
Unflustered, Song Lianhe opened his dical kit and, to his surprise, pulled out a set of n’s clothing. Right there in front of him, she began to undo her sash...
"You... you can’t do that!"
Huai Xu was so startled he whipped his head around, pressing himself nearly flat against the carriage wall.
"You... Ugh! If Biwu finds out about this, all these years of friendship between us will be over..."
Song Lianhe couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "I’m just changing my outer robe. You don’t have to be so dramatic!"
"n and won must maintain their distance! Besides, you’re his Princess Consort..."
"Heh. On the night before our wedding, he was busy worrying about another woman. Being his Princess Consort is suffocating. I’d rather not be one at all!"
"Er... that’s not quite how it is..."
Just as Huai Xu was about to say more, the carriage ca to a halt. His expression imdiately grew serious.
"Young Master Huai, please exit the carriage."
Nanny Tian’s voice was filled with anxiety.
Huai Xu turned to look at Song Lianhe, only to find she had already pushed the door open and stepped out.
Seeing a young man with a birthmark on his face, Nanny Tian froze for a second. ’Wasn’t it a maid with heavily painted eyes and brows who got in earlier? I didn’t notice a young man getting on board!’
"This is my young attendant."
Huai Xu explained casually as he disembarked.
Nanny Tian had served in great, noble houses; what kind of secrets hadn’t she heard? She looked again at the youth. He had almond-shaped eyes, red lips, and skin fairer than snow. If it weren’t for the purplish-red birthmark on his left cheek, he would surely be a beauty among ten thousand. ’Keeping a boy like this around... who knows what sort of shaful dealings are afoot!’
Nanny Tian didn’t press the matter. Saving her mistress was the priority. With just another glance, she led the two into the private courtyard.
"Get out! All of you, get out! Don’t you dare touch Yu Lang’s child! He’s already dead! I have to preserve a descendant for his family!"
"My lady... oh, my lady... please co down from the bed..."
Liu Wanqing was standing right on the bed. Despite her obvious discomfort, she clutched her lower abdon, glaring murderously at everyone in the room.
Song Lianhe, with the dical kit on her back, gave Mrs. Liu a cool, assessing glance before looking away.
Huai Xu stepped forward. "Please co down, madam. I’m here to help you."
"Help ?"
Mrs. Liu threw her head back and laughed. "Help ? How laughable... How could you possibly help ? Can you bring Yu Lang back from the dead?! Yu Lang... my Yu Lang..."
Nanny Tian discreetly motioned for the maids to go forward. They pulled Mrs. Liu down and held her in place. Huai Xu imdiately stepped up and took the pulse of the still-struggling, cursing woman.
After his diagnosis, his brow furrowed slightly.
It was, without a doubt, a threatened miscarriage.
It was true that Huai Xu was an excellent physician. He could pull a soldier with his last breath back from the Ghost Gate itself.
But when it ca to gynecological ailnts, he had very little hands-on experience.
Saving Mrs. Liu’s life would be as easy as flipping his hand. But saving the pregnancy...
He lifted his eyes to glance at the beautiful youth standing nearby.
Song Lianhe had been standing quietly to the side. She glanced at Mrs. Liu, then let out a faint sigh.
She shot a look toward Nanny Tian. Huai Xu imdiately stood up, called Nanny Tian over, and whispered a few words to her. The nanny nodded repeatedly before leading the other maids out of the room.
After such a struggle, Mrs. Liu seed to have no strength left to get back up. Her face was deathly pale. With great effort, she turned her head and her eyes fell right on Song Lianhe.
"You... you..."
She raised a finger, pointing at her in stunned disbelief. It was as if a tidal wave had crashed through her eyes.
"That’s right. It’s ."
Song Lianhe made no effort to hide her identity. She was already at Mrs. Liu’s side, about to examine her.
"You bitch! You’re the one who killed Yu Lang! I’ll—I’ll kill you..."
Mrs. Liu raised a limp fist to strike her, but Song Lianhe simply brushed it aside without a second glance. "Kill ? You’ll have to be strong enough first."
"You venomous harpy! You’ll die a miserable death!"
"Heh. And why would I die a miserable death? I’m not the one who had an affair."
Standing to the side, Huai Xu silently raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
’It seems...’
’...there’s no need to save her.’
’The anger alone might kill her.’
Though Song Lianhe’s words were sharp, her hands never stopped moving. Huai Xu quickly found his attention completely captured, and he watched with rapt focus.
Back when she lived in the mountains with her grandfather, she had spent so ti as a village doctor. Due to the limited dical resources and different ways of thinking in the village, they encountered many difficult cases. This was especially true for pregnant won, who often developed sudden complications without regular prenatal care. Having been by her grandfather’s side for so long, she had naturally seen it all.
A situation like Mrs. Liu’s was critical, but there was a solution.
She first applied a set of needles, then wrote down a prescription for "Taishan Stone Powder." At first glance, ingredients like baked licorice root, processed rehmannia root, Sichuan teasel root, Baikal skullcap, and cardamom were all things Huai Xu could understand. But then he saw the characters for *Ziheche*...
"What is this?"
"The afterbirth."
"What?"
Huai Xu was utterly shocked. "The afterbirth can be used as dicine?"
Song Lianhe then rembered that in Da Cheng, a world without formal dical Clinics, the concept of *Ziheche* didn’t exist yet.
She didn’t explain much, simply stating, "The afterbirth contains a natural gestational hormone called progesterone. Those with threatened miscarriages or fetal restlessness need to supplent it. It helps prevent uterine contractions."
Huai Xu was a physician, after all. Although he had never heard of *Ziheche* or this "progesterone," he had a strange feeling that what she was saying made perfect sense.
"Then I’ll go have them find an afterbirth."
After Huai Xu went out and spoke with Nanny Tian, the nanny was also taken aback. But since it was a way to save her mistress, she would find it. Forget an afterbirth—if they had asked for a newborn infant, she would have found one!
Song Lianhe continued applying the needles to Mrs. Liu. The technique was one her grandfather had invented, which she herself had later improved upon. Since transmigrating into this book, she had honed the skill to perfection. Saving Mrs. Liu and the child in her womb would not be difficult.
Her focus was entirely on the needles, so she failed to notice Mrs. Liu’s sowhat dazed expression. It was as if a white fog had veiled Mrs. Liu’s eyes; her vision was hazy, and she stared blankly into space.
Song Lianhe removed the needles.
Only then did she notice that Mrs. Liu hadn’t said a word. Compared to her earlier screaming and cursing, her current silence was genuinely eerie.
She looked up at Mrs. Liu, only to find the woman staring right back at her.
Song Lianhe was startled for a mont but quickly composed herself.
"If you cooperate, I can ensure that both you and the child in your womb remain unhard."
Mrs. Liu’s face was still pale as she gazed at the androgynous beauty before her, her expression flickering between confusion and bewildernt.
Song Lianhe had no favorable impression of the woman and couldn’t be bothered with her. She stood up to leave.
Mrs. Liu suddenly spoke. "Song Lianhe... Song Wenxin..."
Song Lianhe froze mid-step.
’How could she possibly know my courtesy na?!’
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