The family members of the Song Dynasty were all kneeling in the hall. In front of them was the current emperor, Jun Yelan.

"Kowtow to the Holy One, long live the Holy One."

Mrs. Song was very frightened inside. When Song Baichuan left the capital, she had told him to be careful of the regent. Now that the regent came with the saint, she could do nothing to stop him even if she wanted to.

Jun Yelan glanced at everyone, waved his hands and said: "Everyone, get up. I came here today to visit the daughter of Marquis Xuanping. I heard that she is still bedridden."

Knowing that it was for Song Baoling, Mrs. Song immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern. My little granddaughter has been sick since she was a child. She was attacked by a wild wolf this time and she has not recovered yet."

I saw Jun Tianlin's lips slightly raised, and he said in a warm voice: "It just so happens that the Holy One is sympathetic to Marquis Xuanping's concern for the country, and today he specially brought the best doctor in the palace to treat the young lady."

"Mrs. Song, please lead the way."

For some reason, Mrs. Song felt that Jun Tianlin's smile was a little strange, as if she was a bit gloating about his misfortune.

Mrs. Li wished she could get closer to Jun Yelan. Before Mrs. Song could speak, she immediately stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please let me lead the way."

Although Mrs. Song was dissatisfied with this, she couldn't say anything in front of Jun Yelan and others, so she could only nod in agreement.

When the group of people arrived at Bieyuan, Lian Jiao had already received the news and was anxiously guarding the small courtyard where Song Baoling lived. When she saw everyone, she hurriedly greeted them.

"This servant bows before His Majesty."

Jun Yelan glanced at her but said nothing. Li on the side quickly said: "Lianjiao, Your Majesty came here specially to visit your young lady, why don't you lead the way."

Lian Jiao felt uneasy at this moment, knowing that her next move might lead to death, she gritted her teeth and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. My young lady is really seriously ill. The doctor said she must rest. When she gets better, she will go to the palace in person to thank the Holy Father."

Jun Yelan frowned and his face darkened a bit, "You mean, if I come to visit your young lady, it will disturb her?"

Lian Jiao's heart trembled, and she hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "I don't mean that, I'm... I'm worried that the lady will get hurt and hit the Holy One, and I hope that the Holy One will show mercy."

Seeing this, Jun Tianlin suddenly felt relieved and scolded in a cold voice: "How dare you! This world is all holy, how dare you, a lowly servant, stop me! Get out of here!"

How dare Lian Jiao let them in? She still knelt on the ground and refused to get up. Seeing her like this, Jun Tianlin became more sure of what he was thinking.

"You tried to stop her even if you were ordered to do so. Could it be that... your young lady was not injured at all?"

"If this is the case, Marquis Xuanping has committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, and your entire Song family will be punished!"

As soon as Jun Tianlin's words came out, everyone in the Song family turned pale with fright. Mrs. Song did not have time to think about why Lian Jiao wanted to stop her, so she quickly ordered someone to drag her away.

"This servant is ignorant. I hope your Majesty will calm down and I will guide you."

Mrs. Song personally pushed open the door of Song Baoling's boudoir and led Jun Yelan and others into the room, but Jun Tianlin could hardly control the smile on his lips.

"Ling'er, the Holy One has come to visit you personally."

Behind the curtain, a figure appeared vaguely. Seeing this, Jun Tianlin pretended to be kind and reminded: "Miss Song, please don't lose etiquette in front of the Holy Master."

After a moment, the curtain was opened a crack, and Song Baoling's face appeared in front of everyone.

"My little girl has met the Holy One and hopes that His Majesty will forgive me. My little girl...ahem...is feeling unwell and cannot get up to salute."

Song Baoling held onto the bed with a pale face and couldn't help but cough a few more times, looking weak and weak.

Jun Tianlin looked at her in shock, and then involuntarily looked at the door with a look of disbelief.

Impossible! Song Baoling was obviously following Song Baichuan to suppress bandits, how could he appear here?!

"Ling'er..."

Mrs. Song quickly stepped forward to support her and said distressedly: "My granddaughter, why is she so sick?"

Jun Yelan was stimulated by the maid's obstruction just now, so he wanted to confirm whether what Jun Tianlin said was true, but now...

"There's no need to get up. Speaking of which, it's not the right time for me to come today and disturb your recuperation."

Seeing Song Baoling's pitiful appearance, Jun Yelan couldn't help feeling a little guilty and said to her: "There are many precious medicinal materials in the palace. I will order them to be delivered soon."

"You are well rested. If you have any requests, please send someone to send a message. I will not treat you Song family badly."

Song Baoling still looked weak, lowered her head and said, "My dear, thank you, Your Majesty."

At this time, Jun Tianlin suddenly said: "Some time ago, Marquis Xuanping did not go to court because of Miss Song's injury. I was very worried."

"Now that you are here, why not let me see with my own eyes how Miss Song's injuries are. Maybe there will be a way to treat her."

With that said, Jun Tianlin ignored the etiquette and approached. Although Mrs. Song was unhappy, she could not stop her with Jun Yelan's presence.

"Then it's up to you, Prince Lao."

Song Baoling lay on the bed and exposed her arms. There were several obvious wounds on them.

Jun Tianlin came closer and took a closer look, and found that the wound did indeed seem to have been bitten. He bent down slightly as if to inspect the wound, but in fact he crushed it deliberately.

"ah!"

Song Baoling screamed in pain, and Jun Tianlin said apologetically: "I looked too seriously and accidentally touched him, are you okay?"

I saw a tear falling from the end of Song Baoling's eyes, but despite this, she bit her lip and shook her head.

Jun Yelan couldn't bear to see this scene and stopped him: "Uncle Huang, since Miss Song is injured, it's better not to disturb her too much."

After confirming that Song Baoling was seriously injured, Jun Tianlin had no reason to stay any longer, not to mention that it was hard for him to continue testing in front of so many people.

"What the Holy One said is that I was rude just now."

Afterwards, the group left Song Baoling's boudoir. As soon as they left, Lian Jiao ran into the house.

Seeing Song Baoling on the bed, she covered her mouth in disbelief: "Little... miss, how could you..."

"Shh."

Song Baoling made a silent gesture, indicating to Lian Jiao to close the door, and then explained in a low voice: "When the news about the bandit suppression came back to the capital, I had a premonition that something might happen, so I rushed back with Jun Tingsheng overnight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jun Tingsheng walked out from behind the cabinet next to the bed, and Lian Jiao was so frightened that she almost shouted.

"Are you okay?"

Jun Tingsheng looked at Song Baoling's wrist distressedly. After seeing her shaking her head, she said solemnly: "The Holy One has never cared about the family members of the ministers. There must be something fishy about today's matter."

After a pause, he suddenly thought of something. Jun Yelan came here for no reason, and it was probably Jun Tianlin who instigated him.

"Anyway, be careful. I'll go meet the Marquis first, and we'll talk about the rest when we get back."
Chapter completed!