Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

The sun was shining brightly, and the well-decorated house was filled with ice cubes, which reduced some of the heat. The windows were half open, and two wickers outside the house were blown in from time to time.

Song Baoling was tinkering with the medicine powder. Some time ago, the Queen Mother's people found half of the antidote formula of Qicaihuang in the country of Yundan, and she was developing the remaining half of the antidote.

"Miss, there is a banquet in the palace, and you are invited to go with Lord Song." Lian Jiao was panting slightly from the unbearable heat all the way here.

Song Baoling was taken aback, and put down what he was doing, "Now? So suddenly."

Lianjiao frowned and complained, "It is said that Empress Yundan made a temporary decision, and there are quite a lot of people invited."

When Song Baoling heard the name, he felt that there was nothing good about it, "Why don't you say I'm sick?"

Lianjiao shook her head, "I'm afraid it won't work, this time the Song Mansion invited you and Lord Hou, and they still asked you to go by name."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an urging outside, and Song Baoling could only get up.

Seeing Jun Tingsheng outside, Song Baoling was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I heard that you were going too, so I stopped by to walk with you." Jun Tingsheng smiled and stretched out a hand, "I'll help you get into the carriage."

Song Mochuan next to him turned dark when he saw this scene, and his lips twitched, "It's really a "drop in"."

Jun Tingsheng touched his nose guiltily, and Song Mochuan stopped him when he stepped into the carriage and wanted to ride in the same carriage with Song Baoling.

"Ling'er's carriage is relatively small, Mr. Jun and I should take one." Song Mochuan said with a half-smile.

Jun Tingsheng had no choice but to give up, Song Mochuan defended him like he did against thieves.

At the banquet, singing and dancing were carried out to promote peace and prosperity, and the scene was very lively, and the performances were dazzling.

The queen was not there, and Princess Yundan who was sitting next to Jun Yelan was also the one who advocated this banquet.

Song Baoling withdrew his gaze, showing a lack of interest.

At this time, a court lady leaned into her ear, "Miss Song, our empress invites you to Baohua Palace to catch up on the old days."

Song Baoling recognized that she was the court lady who followed Song Baochai, and thinking of the previous prediction about the fetus in her womb, she directly rejected it. "Let's talk about the old things next time."

The maid continued to invite, "It's inconvenient for our mother to come here now that she is too old, so she invited you. The mother said that she is bored by herself now, and only a sister like you can talk."

Song Baoling was not moved, "It's not convenient for me to go..."

Unexpectedly, the court lady knelt down and begged, "You can go, otherwise the servant will be beaten again."

After finishing speaking, the maid lifted up her sleeves to reveal the scars on her hands, "After the empress became pregnant, her temper became more and more violent, and she would beat and scold us servants if things went wrong."

"Miss Song, if you take pity on me, just go once."

Song Baoling couldn't shirk and followed. When she arrived at Baohua Hall, she opened the door and walked in, but there was no movement at all inside.

After seeing Song Baochai lying unconscious on the bed, he suddenly realized that he had been fooled.

But the door was locked from the outside, so she had no choice but to go back to the bed. In fact, she had expected that the prince would not be born safely, but in the end she involved herself in it.

Looking at her, Song Baoling still couldn't bear to leave her alone, so he diagnosed Song Baochai's pulse, wanting to know why Song Baochai fell into a coma, but was surprised to find that the child in her belly was already stillborn.

At this moment, Song Baochai opened his eyes, saw that it was Song Baoling, and sat up suddenly, looking at her in horror and anger.

"Song Baoling is you, right? You are the one who makes me stunned, and you want to take revenge on me, ah——!
In the middle of speaking, Song Baochai clutched her stomach and writhed wildly on the bed in pain. Song Baoling wanted to stop her but was pushed to the ground.

Song Baochai rolled to the ground, his facial features were distorted, he clutched his stomach and curled up together, and from the corner of his eye, he saw blood gushing out of his lower body.

"Song Baoling... you... actually... murdered me..."

Song Baoling didn't care about the ugly words in her mouth, and just wanted to help her, but Song Baochai pushed her away violently.

"Do not touch me!"

"Bang!" A servant led Jun Yelan and a group of people out through the door.

The people outside were in an uproar when they saw the tragic situation in the house, Jun Yelan's pupils shrank, and he walked quickly to Song Baochai's side, "My concubine! Come, pass on the imperial physician!"

Jun Tingsheng also came to Song Baoling's side immediately to check if she was injured.

Jun Yelan turned to look at Song Baoling who was on the side and said angrily, "Come on, Song Baoling murdered the prince, take it down!"

Song Baoling immediately knelt down and explained, "Your Majesty Mingjian, I was tricked into coming here by your maidservant, and I have no reason to harm my cousin."

Jun Tingsheng also stood up, "The emperor calm down, Ling'er has no grievances with the empress, she was framed!"

Jun Yelan narrowed his eyes and asked someone to bring the maidservant up, but the maidservant said that she didn't know anything.

"Song Baoling, you were the only one in this room when I came here! Who else but you?"

But the imperial physician said at this moment, "I'm afraid the empress is going to give birth prematurely, so please go out."

After all, a group of people were driven outside, and Jun Yelan ordered, "Everyone wait here for me."

Then he looked at Song Baoling, "After the concubine gives birth, I will know whether you have been wronged or not. I want to see who dares to murder the prince!"

Song Baoling lowered his eyelids, even Song Baochai felt that she was the murderer, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to tell the difference.

The woman's screams were all around her ears, but the baby's cry was not heard for a long time.

The midwife inside came out and was terrified at Shangjun Yelan's gaze, "Yes... a prince, but... a stillborn baby..."

Jun Yelan angrily kicked the midwife, "Useless trash."

Turning his head and pointing at Song Baoling, he asked, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Song Baoling explained in detail how he was tricked into coming here, and added, "And when I checked my mother's pulse, I found that the fetus in my womb was already dead."

At this time, the imperial doctor was slightly trembling, "Nonsense, the concubine Song will come to us every once in a while to check whether the fetus is healthy! It's you!"

Yun Dan watched the scene for a long time, and then stood up with his face covered in grief, "I know that Miss Song is very proficient in medicine, and I heard that the concubine Song didn't treat you well before. Could it be that this time she wants to take revenge on Song? Empress Dowager."

Jun Tingsheng stepped forward to intercede, "Your Majesty, this matter has not been investigated yet, and it cannot be concluded that Ling'er is the murderer."

Inside the house, Song Baochai heard that she had given birth to a son but was stillborn, and immediately regretted it, with countless hatred welling up in her heart, even if she was in severe pain, she had to be helped out.

Seeing her pale face, Jun Yelan felt sorry for her, "My concubine..."

Song Baochai looked at him with tears streaming down his face and cried, "It's Song Baoling, she was standing next to my concubine when I woke up, Your Majesty, you must seek justice for my concubine's child!"

At this time, Song Baoling said as if thinking of something, "If someone wants to harm the empress, they need to take medicine for a long time to slowly erode the fetus."

"Then what evidence do you have—"

"Please ask the emperor to let me go to the empress's room to check!"