Caught off guard by Song Yihuan's sudden question, a flicker of panic flashed across Song Nanxin's eyes. "How could I have met him? I've been staying in this room without leaving since you left the post - house to fetch the doctor."
"Then why did I find this where I discovered the blood - stained clothes on Xuan'er?"
Song Yihuan spread out her palm, in which lay a very delicate earring. It was exactly the one Song Nanxin had worn this afternoon.
Song Nanxin's face changed. She subconsciously reached out to grab it, but Song Yihuan clenched her fist and pulled her hand back.
"Sister, since you haven't met Xuan'er, why was your thing there?" Song Yihuan asked softly.
"How would I know? Maybe he thought this thing was nice and secretly stole it behind my back," Song Nanxin replied, then counter - questioned, "Now you're actually interrogating me. Don't tell me you think I'm related to Xuan'er's disappearance?"
"Use your head and think. He's so important to you. If I were to harm him, you'd surely fight me to the death. Why would I bring trouble on myself?"
Song Yihuan sneered inwardly.
She had long guessed that her elder sister would never admit it. After all, her elder sister had managed to resolve the matter of scheming for her to have a child out of wedlock. Without conclusive human or physical evidence, it would be difficult to get her elder sister to confess.
But no matter what, the fact that her elder sister had tried to kill her during the autumn hunting was undeniable. Just based on this, she would never let her elder sister off.
One day, she would surely make Song Nanxin completely disgraced and dead!
"Forget it. Maybe I'm just being too anxious and over - suspicious. Sister has always doted on Xuan'er. How could she possibly harm him?" Song Yihuan said in a low voice. "Sister must be tired. Go and rest quickly."
Saying this, she stood up and walked towards her own bed. Song Nanxin saw her subtly protecting her belly and couldn't help but snort.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Fuzhou's voice came from outside.
"Is Miss Song the Fourth here? The heir has given an order for you to wait in his room."
Inside the room, Song Nanxin lifted the corner of her lips and laughed. "You must be disappointed. You exposed our affairs but still failed to stay in Prince Ning's Mansion as the heir's concubine. I thought you had some great skills, but it seems you're nothing special."
Taking a step towards Song Yihuan, Song Nanxin whispered in her ear, "Do you think that just because you're pregnant with the heir's child, you can win his heart? Now you have no proper status. You're not even qualified to be a concubine. To the heir, you're just a woman to warm his bed."
Song Nanxin thought this remark would make Song Yihuan furious, but unexpectedly, Song Yihuan retorted:
"Thank you for the reminder, sister. At least I can still be a woman to warm the heir's bed. But what about you, sister? You can only live in the side courtyard, feeling sorry for yourself in the empty room. And I'm afraid no man will ever want to get close to you in this lifetime. Because they all think your body is dirty."
"You—" Song Nanxin was furious. She reached out to grab Song Yihuan, but Song Yihuan was well - prepared. She dodged and quickly walked towards the door.
Opening the door, Song Yihuan said to Fuzhou outside, "I'll go there right away. Thank you for the reminder, Brother Fuzhou."
Watching helplessly as Song Yihuan left with Fuzhou and being unable to stop her, Song Nanxin kicked a chair beside her in anger. She swept all the teacups on the table to the ground, but still couldn't relieve her anger.
This bitch dared to humiliate her like this. Sooner or later, she would make this little bitch die in a very ugly way!
After Song Yihuan was taken to Ji Lingchuan's room, Fuzhou said to her kindly, "My lord has given an order. Miss the Fourth can just rest peacefully in the room. I've already sent someone to boil the anti - miscarriage medicine for you. It will be delivered soon."
Song Yihuan was stunned. Did Ji Lingchuan even tell Fuzhou to boil the anti - miscarriage medicine for her?
Wasn't he extremely angry about the matter of having a child out of wedlock and thought she was scheming and looked down on her?
Lowering her head thoughtfully, Song Yihuan said, "I see. Thank you, Brother Fuzhou."
Fuzhou scratched his head and said, "Miss the Fourth might as well call me Fuzhou like the heir does. After all, you're already half my master now."
After saying that, he bowed and turned to leave the room.
Song Yihuan sat in the room for a while. Sure enough, Chunxing knocked on the door with a bowl of medicinal soup in her hand.
"Miss, just now Brother Fuzhou found me and asked me to boil this medicine myself and deliver it to you. He also asked me to watch you take it."
Chunxing added in a low voice, "Don't worry, miss. I've tasted it. It's not poisoned."
Song Yihuan was stunned again.
Fuzhou surely wouldn't have thought of this. It must have been Ji Lingchuan's order for Chunxing to boil the medicine. Now she only had Chunxing by her side, so this could prevent someone from tampering with her anti - miscarriage medicine.
Her heart was full and swollen, a bit sour. Her fingers subconsciously stroked her abdomen.
He must be looking forward to this child very much. It was a pity that she would disappoint him. There was no child in her belly.
But still, she picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it all the way to the last drop.
Ji Lingchuan personally led the Black Armored Army back to the back mountain of Xile Town and searched carefully again. They searched from dawn till dusk, not missing any cave, but they couldn't find any trace of Song Yixuan.
When Ji Lingchuan returned to the post - house again, it was already the hour of Hai. His room was quiet, and only a faint breathing sound could be heard. He followed the sound and saw Song Yihuan sitting on a chair, sleeping soundly with one hand propping up her chin.
She had been sitting on the chair waiting for him and then fallen asleep?
Ji Lingchuan felt extremely heart - ache. He walked forward gently, intending to pick her up and carry her back to the bed to continue sleeping. However, as soon as he picked her up, he woke the person in his arms. Song Yihuan opened her eyes and murmured:
"Your Highness, you're back?"
Under the dim yellow light, the woman's charming face looked a bit confused, cute and pitiful.
Ji Lingchuan originally wanted to say some cold words with a hard heart, but then he thought that he had finally managed to hold her in his arms openly, and she had experienced the separation from her loved one. He couldn't bear to see her sad.
"Yeah." He responded and placed her on the edge of the bed. Then he knelt on one knee and intended to take off her shoes and socks for her.
The next moment, Song Yihuan threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist tightly. With a sob in her voice, she said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hide it from you. I was just... I was just too scared."
"That day when I woke up in Yixiang Pavilion, Your Highness had already left. My sister brought people into the room and threatened me with Xuan'er's life, asking me to help her cover up the lie. For Xuan'er's sake and for my reputation, I had no choice but to help my sister. That's why I kept pretending to be my sister to meet Your Highness again and again."
"My sister said that she would let me go as long as I got pregnant. Now that I've finally got the child, but Xuan'er..."
The woman's sobbing voice came from his arms, and every word she said made Ji Lingchuan's heart ache as if being stabbed by a knife.