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Chapter 206 Zhao Youan

Yan Hui, who had been standing nearby in silence, walked up and spoke to Song Qing with a serious face.

"It would be even more dangerous if you were alone outside. The prince is missing now. Where can a weak woman like you go?"

"I'm staying in the Princess's mansion now, so you don't have to worry about me. Just take good care of Chunya and Arong, and be careful of someone secretly dealing with Madam Yan."

"I have analyzed the current situation with my mother. May I ask where the young master is now?"

When Chunya and Arong heard Yan Hui ask this, they realized belatedly that Song Qingwan's stomach was flat, and the baby must have been born.

Chunya was surprised and happy. She walked forward, held Song Qingwan's hand and asked excitedly.

"Miss, you've given birth! Where is the baby? Is he safe? Is it a boy or a girl?"

Faced with Chunya's series of questions, Song Qingwan touched her face helplessly and told her to be calm.

"I think it's been a month. It was born prematurely, so it's a little small, but it's healthy. It's a boy."

"So where is he now? Has he been given a name?"

"Now he is being taken care of by his mother at the Pang family. You can rest assured. His name has been chosen. It's Zhao Youan."

Song Qingwan didn't have high expectations for her son. He was born in such an environment and had suffered a lot since she was in his womb.

So she had only one wish, which was to hope that her son would grow up safely, so she named him Youan. She thought this should also be Zhao Huaijin's wish.

Chunya wiped her tears and kept repeating Youan's name.

"You'an, You'an is a good name. He will surely keep all of us safe."

Yan Hui watched Chunya crying and laughing, and his expression softened unconsciously.

Seeing that it was getting late, he suggested going back to Yan's house.

Song Qingwan also nodded in agreement. They had to leave the Prince Huai's Mansion as soon as possible under the cover of night. It would be troublesome if they were watched by someone in the dark.

In this way, the master and his two servants separated again. Chunya reluctantly followed Yan Hui back to the Yan family, while Song Qingwan was not in a hurry to return to the princess's mansion.

She sneaked to the palace gate before dawn, then entered the space and hid. When the palace gate opened in the early morning, Song Qingwan slowly moved into the palace with the help of the space, and then came to the gate of the Queen's Zhengyang Palace.

Song Qingwan came out of the space and looked up. The gate of Zhengyang Palace was now in ruins. It was locked tightly with a rusty big lock, and the paint on the door had almost fallen off. It seemed that it was caused by years of disrepair.

Song Qingwan looked inside through the crack in the door and found that the ground was covered with fallen leaves. The yard was empty and no one was cleaning.

Song Qingwan couldn't help but have a more concrete understanding of the reality of the harem. Even if the person who fell out of favor was the queen, no one would care about her anymore.

With the help of the space, Song Qingwan still entered the Zhengyang Palace. She pushed open the door of the bedroom and found that there was no light in the room. The floor in the dim room was dirty and messy, and there were even rats running across the floor.

Smelling a foul odor coming from the bedroom, Song Qingwan quickly took out a face towel to block her nostrils, then endured the nausea and slowly walked into the queen's bedroom.

I didn't expect that there was not a single maid or servant in the Queen's palace. It is really sad that the mother of a country has ended up in such a situation.

At this time, the queen was lying on the couch, hunched over, covered with a tattered quilt. Because the room was dark, damp and the temperature was low, the queen couldn't help shivering in her sleep.

Song Qingwan walked up to the queen and called her softly.

"My Queen, can you hear me?"

The queen's eyelids moved and she opened her eyes slightly. She looked at Song Qingwan in front of her in a daze.

Then the queen blinked hard and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

"What are you doing here again? I guess you have killed them all. Is there anything else on me that you can use?"

Song Qingwan stared at the skinny queen in front of her and didn't know how to start talking for a moment.

In her impression, the queen, even though she had fallen into poverty before she went to southern Xinjiang, was still dressed in gorgeous clothes, had a loud voice and was full of energy.

But looking at the queen now, she is so thin that her bones are visible, her hair is mostly white, and her long hair is tangled and dirty.

Her cloudy eyes showed her old age. The queen looked more than ten years older than she was a year ago.

After thinking it over again and again, Song Qingwan finally spoke.

"I wonder how long it has been since Your Majesty last saw Prince Yu?"

"You mean Jun'er? It's been more than a year, why are you asking this?"

"I never thought that the Queen would spend half her life planning for her son, but in the end, they all fled when disaster struck."

"So you came here today just to laugh at my joke? Now that you've seen it, you can leave."

The queen put away her good expression, snorted coldly, turned her head and stopped talking to Song Qingwan.

Song Qingwan was not in a hurry either. She found a piece of clean cloth and spread it on the chair next to her, then sat down.

"Your Highness, don't you want to see the prince? Are you willing to stay here and die like this for the rest of your life?"

"Jun'er is my son. This is a matter between us mother and son. What does it have to do with you, an outsider?"

"Your Highness, please stop deceiving yourself. If Prince Yu had considered the relationship between mother and son, given his influence in front of the Emperor, would he have allowed Your Highness to fall to this level?"

Of course the queen understood all this. Even if she was stupid, she also knew that her son had completely given up on her.

Because the emperor disliked her, Zhao Yujun no longer paid attention to him. How could the queen not feel disheartened?

She carried her son for ten months, raised him with great difficulty, and even planned to find him a wife.

In the end, he got into trouble, and Zhao Yujun chose to break up with him in order to protect himself. How could he not hate him?

But the queen was not stupid. She knew that the woman in front of her was full of tricks and would never help her sincerely.

Therefore, the Queen was wary of Song Qingwan and could not trust her at all.

"It's time and fate. This is my fate, Lan Mingyan. Please don't worry about it, Miss Song."

"Oh? Your Majesty, do you really think so? You don't even care that Zhao Yujun is dying now?"

The queen's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

"What nonsense are you talking about? He is the only heir to the throne now, how could anything happen to him? Don't talk nonsense here!"

"No matter how foolish I am, I can't lie to the Queen about such an important matter. You will know whether it is true or not once you ask me."

The queen gradually calmed down. She climbed up from the bed with great effort, leaned most of her body against the head of the bed, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Song Qingwan didn't rush her, but just waited for him silently, believing that with the queen's intelligence, she would definitely agree to her cooperation.

Sure enough, the queen was silent for a while and then took the initiative to ask.

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"It's simple. Together we will bring down the emperor and eradicate the Zhong family."