After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

"No, no, no... get up quickly, get up quickly!" Qi Liang hurried forward and supported the old man who was close to him.

Molan and others also hurried forward to support.

"Village head, quickly wake everyone up!" Qi Liang said anxiously.

The head of the village wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked everyone to stand up.

Qi Liang actually called over a few shopkeepers and registered those families who were willing to send their children to start as waiters.

That afternoon, the registered children took their luggage and went to the shop to familiarize themselves with the environment.

On Nanxing's side, the pressure is less.

She counted and found that there were only twelve girls over ten years old.

She simply took all twelve girls away.

The whole Nancun is filled with joy today, even happier than during the Chinese New Year.

The parents who sent their children away had tears in their eyes but smiles on their faces.

With God’s blessing, such good luck actually fell on Nancun!

Qi Liang and Nan Xing's affairs were all being arranged in an orderly manner.

Nanxing's old house has a large yard, which can easily accommodate more than a dozen children.

Song Mingli asked Nanny Zhou to take people to help Nanxing make arrangements.

Song Mingli was thinking about something else.

"Yesterday I wanted to ask Princess Cheng to do more good things, but I didn't know that Nancun had experienced so many unfair things."

"There are many other things here that involve court officials. Especially the matter of your village's farmland being occupied and taken away."

These things were really beyond her expectations.

If Princess Cheng doesn't want to care, she won't care.

If you want to help the people of Nancun solve these problems completely, you need to bring these problems to the people who can take care of them.

"Can you write down again and tell me what you presented to Princess Cheng yesterday?" Song Mingli asked the head of the village.

There was no way she could ask Princess Cheng for it.

Even if she asked for it, Princess Cheng would not give it to her.

We can only let these villagers say it again.

The village head sighed in embarrassment and shook his head helplessly.

"Why, no?" Song Mingli was a little surprised.

The village head whispered, "After submitting those grievances yesterday, they regretted it and said that officials protect each other and no one will care about this matter."

"We have already suffered a loss and have endured it. Now that the old matter has been brought up again and angered those dignitaries, I am afraid that our Nancun will be destroyed."

"When they saw that Princess Cheng didn't come today, they became even more scared. They said it was all over and they shouldn't have mentioned those things! They were afraid of retaliation."

"If you hadn't arranged a free clinic today, and if that female doctor hadn't had such amazing medical skills, I'm afraid there wouldn't be so many people coming today!"

Song Mingli sighed.

The villagers have been bullied so badly. They must have sued, struggled, and tried hard before.

But the result was too tragic.

It even caused them to suffer more.

Now, they have learned their lesson and no longer struggle.

Yesterday, out of passion and loyalty, I acted on impulse.

Now that I think about it, I feel even more scared.

If we want to get those questions out of them again today, I'm afraid it will be difficult, just as the village head said.

Song Mingli was thinking...what to do?

Should we ask the prince to send someone to sneak into Prince Cheng’s mansion at night and steal the papers back?

Uh... doing this is too risky.

If I fail, I won’t be able to explain myself even if I have a reason.

Moreover, what if Princess Cheng had already burned the papers?

Song Mingli tapped his forehead, trying to think of a solution.

But she saw a lame young man walking to the door of Yuelai Inn and looking at her suspiciously.

Song Mingli looked at the young man in confusion.

"Village head?" Song Mingli asked.

The head of the village followed her gaze and looked outside. "Oh, it's Meng Fanhai! It's him, that's him!"

The head of the village said, and hurriedly stood up and walked out, "Come in quickly."

The head of the village helped the lame young man into the inn.

"Hurry up and pay your respects to this lady. Today's free clinic in our village and the future of those children were all arranged by this lady!" said the head of the village enthusiastically.

The young man bowed to Song Mingli and said, "I am Meng Fanhai, and I am honored to meet you, Madam."

"The Princess Cheng yesterday would not care about our Nancun's affairs, but you will, Madam, right?"

Meng Fanhai's eyes were bright, with a cautious spark in his eyes, and he looked at Song Mingli nervously.

Song Mingli also looked at him, "Are you a scholar?"

Meng Fanhai nodded, looked at his lame foot and smiled bitterly.

"When I was in school, I wasn't lame...I became lame later."

Song Mingli frowned. She felt that the young man's limp might be the result of an unsolved crime.

"Who hurt you? Do you need help? Just tell me. If I can help, I will do my best."

Meng Fanhai shook his head. "I wrote all the complaints from Nancun yesterday. I was just outside and heard what my wife and the head of the village said."

"Madam, you are different from the princess yesterday. You really want to help Nancun. I can write those things down again."

"Please, Madam, help us get these things to the adults who can take care of them!"

Song Mingli was delighted when he heard this. It seems that after many twists and turns, there is always a way out!

"Okay! Great, just write down as much as you remember!"

Meng Fanhai smiled shyly, "I have a good memory. I remember everything."

Song Mingli was stunned when he heard this. Oh, he remembered everything!

This doesn't mean he has a good memory, he must have an extraordinary memory.

Meng Fanhai was not bragging either.

Song Mingli asked someone to prepare writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone. He sat in an empty place beside the inn, concentrating on writing as if no one was around.

Judging from the thickness of the paper he had written on, it seemed to be the same amount as the one they presented to Princess Cheng yesterday.

"In the complaint I submitted to the princess yesterday, I actually didn't specify which family it was. I only wrote Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu..."

An hour later, Meng Fanhai handed the rewritten paper to Song Mingli and bowed.

"Because we are indeed afraid of retaliation again."

"But Madam, you give me a different feeling... In everything I wrote today, I wrote down the specific families."

Meng Fanhai looked at Song Mingli eagerly.

Song Mingli took the thick stack of papers and suddenly felt a heavy weight in her hands.

This is the trust of the young man in front of me, and part of the fate of the people of Nancun.

"Thank you for believing in me." Song Mingli said calmly.

Although her tone was calm, there was an indescribable power surging in her heart.

God let her be reborn, not only to let her save herself, but also to let her become a strong mother again and protect Jingyou.

Is it that you also intend to let her help some people?

For example, the poor but increasingly oppressed people in Nancun.

Meng Fanhai bowed deeply and limped out of the inn.

"Meng Fanhai." Song Mingli suddenly called him.

Meng Fanhai turned around, looked at her in confusion, and cupped his hands again, "Madam, do you have any other instructions?"

"Have you seen a doctor about your foot?"

Meng Fanhai was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It won't get better."

After saying this, he bowed and limped away slowly.

Song Mingli quickly read through what Meng Fanhai wrote.

Sure enough, there was none of his own.

Song Mingli originally wanted to find the head of the village to ask for clarification, but Qi Liang was recruiting people and the head of the village was busy with matters over there.

"Let's go back to the mansion first. Molan will stay and take care of this place. When we're done, we'll send Nanxing back first."

Song Mingli took Zi Su and returned to Prince Jing's Mansion first.

She wanted to give these things to Chu Yanchen.