I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

He struggled to get up from the bed.

"Hiss!" Song Shijin gasped as a bone-piercing pain came from behind him.

Turning back, he grabbed Song Yiyan's hand in disbelief and asked, "You just said that cousin Yuan became father's aunt? What's going on?"

Song Yiyan lowered his head, feeling a little sad. "I heard from the servants that cousin Yuan has been thinking about my father for a long time. Today I heard that he stayed in Aunt Zhao's courtyard last night, and she asked Sister Yunzhu to coax my father into the room."

"When my mother and great-grandmother arrived, my cousin Yuan was wearing a gauze dress and was in the same room with my father, who was also disheveled."

"How dare she do such a thing? Wouldn't this bring shame to my father and the Marquis' Mansion?" Song Shijin was also very angry.

"Yes, mother had a big fight with father over this. If this matter gets to the court, father will also be criticized. When father comes back, eldest brother will try to persuade him. Don't take it too seriously now that things have come to this." He put Song Shijin's hand back on the bed.

The eyes were dark.

Song Shijin tried to get up, his mind full of thoughts about his father's damaged reputation, the Marquis's Mansion being impeached by the ministers, and that all his suffering would be in vain.

"Brother, you are seriously ill, don't move." Song Yiyan reached out to support him.

His face turned pale with pain, and he cursed through gritted teeth: "How stupid! How dare she cause such a thing at this time."

"Did father and grandmother punish her?" Song Shijin asked again.

Song Yiyan shook his head. "She was only included in the family tree and recorded as my father's aunt."

Song Shijin breathed a sigh of relief, after all, she was his biological mother.

"How is mother doing?" he continued to ask.

"Alas, as the mistress of the Marquis's Mansion, mother naturally won't blame this matter too much. But after my second uncle gets to know about it, I think my grandfather won't let it go so easily." Song Yiyan sighed.

Song Shijin's heart sank to the bottom.

He has to stay away from Yun Qinglian in the future. He doesn’t want to become his aunt’s bastard son!

He hooked his finger and said, "When you go to Second Uncle's house, you must not tell them about this. Mother is a strong-willed person. If someone from Liu's house knew about this, she would definitely care."

Song Yiyan nodded as if he understood: "I understand."

He pointed to the medicine beside Song Shijin's pillow and said, "This medicine has a miraculous effect on healing wounds. We have to go back to Second Uncle's in a few days. Big brother, take the medicine early and go together when you recover."

"It's nothing. I'll leave first and come back to see you when I'm better." After saying this, Song Yi Yan bowed and left.

As he turned around, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Song Shijin called the servant beside him and said to him with a bad look on his face: "Go to find Aunt Yuan secretly and tell her not to come to me unless it's important in the future."

"Yes." Ting Feng wanted to go after hearing that.

But he shouted back: "Take the side road, don't let anyone know."

Ting Feng agreed one by one.

Song Shijin was left alone in the room, secretly planning something.

I will be going back to Liu Mansion in two days. His health is so bad...

He took the medicine bottle that Song Yiyan had just handed over and shouted, "Someone, help me apply the medicine."

The servant outside came forward upon hearing this: "Young Master."

"Can't you see I'm in pain? Hurry up and apply the medicine to me!" Song Shijin shouted angrily in annoyance.

The servant took the medicine bottle from him with fear.

He lifted the quilt that covered Song Shijin's body, and because his skin was torn, he couldn't put on his pants.

The servant looked at the wound that was slightly oozing with pus, and his face twisted into a frown.

"Master, it hurts a little, just bear with it."

Song Shijin buried his face in the pillow, his hands were so swollen that he dared not use any strength.

When the medicine was first applied to the wound, it felt cool and comfortable, and Song Shijin's brows relaxed.

But soon he felt a burning and stinging sensation at the wound, which made his little face turn pale instantly.

The pain was like someone repeatedly tearing at his sore spot and rubbing salt on it, and Song Shijin broke out in a cold sweat.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, save me." Song Shijin rolled over on the bed and wailed.

"Young Master can scratch the wound, which will leave scars." The servant watched Song Shijin scratching his wound, blood all over the bed, and felt a little nauseous.

"What's going on?" Song Nanzhi just came back from outside.

I was also shocked when I saw the scene in front of me.

"Quickly call the court doctor." He stepped forward and grabbed Song Shijin's hands.

He also ordered his servants to hold down his legs.

"Father, save me, I'm in so much pain, am I going to die?" Song Shijin kept struggling and crying.

Song Nanzhi asked in a deep voice: "What's going on?"

The servant hurriedly explained: "It was the young master who asked me to apply the medicine. After applying the medicine, it became like this. I, the servant, also don't know why."

"What medicine?"

The servant looked at the medicine bottle beside Song Shijin's pillow and said, "It's that medicine. The young master asked me to apply it on him."

Song Nanzhi frowned, he had never seen this medicine before.

"Where did this medicine come from, Jin-ge?"

"My younger brother got it from Prince Jin's Mansion. Did he do anything to the medicine to cause this?" Song Shijin spoke with some difficulty.

"Don't talk nonsense without evidence. Let the court doctor come and see what the problem is first." Song Shijin said in a deep voice.

He stared at the medicine bottle in a daze. He seemed familiar with the medicine, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The court doctor arrived quickly.

Song Shijin was in so much pain that he looked dazed.

After the court doctor examined him, he was deeply moved: "The young master's wound healed amazingly. He is fine. He just needs to take good care of himself."

"Do you know why he is in so much pain?" Song Nanzhi asked anxiously.

The court doctor collected the medicine box and comforted him: "Don't worry too much, my lord. This is the burning sensation caused by the rapid healing of the wound. Once the effect of the medicine wears off, this feeling will disappear."

Before Song Nanzhi could speak.

The court doctor then pleaded, "I wonder where the prince got this miraculous medicine from. Can you let me take some back to develop it?"

Song Nanzhi was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses and handed the bottle of medicine in his hand to the court doctor.

When the court physician saw it, his face was filled with shock, and the hand holding the medicine bottle began to tremble.

"This medicine comes from the divine doctor Yunhe. There are only five bottles in the world. Where did the prince get it from?"

"Yunhe!" Song Nanzhi was stunned.

"Yes, that Yunhe who travels around the world without a trace." The palace doctor reminded.

Song Nanzhi suddenly understood. He suddenly remembered that he had seen this medicine among the medicines that Emperor Hexu rewarded to the Liu Mansion.

The emperor also mentioned five bottles at the beginning. One bottle was given to the Liu Mansion, which had made great achievements, one bottle was given to the Prince's Mansion, and one bottle fell into the Jinwang Mansion! One bottle was put into the warehouse for urgent use, and the other bottle was kept for the imperial physician to study.

"Can I ask for some so I can go back and study?" The court doctor's voice was hoarse and he looked at him with sparkling eyes.

Song Nanzhi nodded slightly, his eyes and eyebrows showing joy.

The court physician smiled happily and gave out some of the medicine, then left feeling refreshed.

"Is this what the young master gave to Brother Yan?" Song Nanzhi looked at the figure of the court doctor walking away and turned back to ask Song Shijin.

Song Shijin nodded weakly.

Song Nanzhi put the medicine bottle into his pocket, unable to hide the smile in his eyes: "Have a good rest, your father will go out for a while."

After leaving Xingyuxuan, Song Nanzhi rode directly to Prince Jin's Mansion.

"Young master, the prince has left the palace and is heading towards Prince Jin's palace." Yuzhu, Song Yiyan's personal servant, hurried in to report.

Song Yiyan paused slightly while practicing calligraphy, and the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.