Chapter 1648: Chapter 1648: Leave It to Fate

The greatest fear for a doctor is hearing a patient ask how much longer they will live, or the family ask how much longer he (or she) will live, because of the uncertainty in giving an answer.

Lin Qing is no exception. She is just a doctor. Even if her medical skills are superb, she is not a Judge who can determine life or death, so how dare she predict someone’s life expectancy?

She smiled bitterly, saying, "Prime Minister, you are asking me, but I am just a doctor."

A doctor, not an Immortal.

Song Zhiyuan did not want to hear this answer. Persistently he asked, "You should have some idea."

Lin Qing was silent for a long while. It was only after some time that she spoke, "The year my teacher came to the mansion to treat the Madam, when leaving, he said something to me."

Song Zhiyuan’s breathing became slightly hurried. He instinctively felt that her words wouldn’t be pleasant.

Lin Qing pursed her lips and said, "At that time, the teacher said the Madam’s ailment was severe, and her life expectancy wouldn’t exceed ten years."

Song Zhiyuan’s fingertips trembled. Buhui had come years ago when the Emperor caught the epidemic, in the twenty-third year, and now it’s the twenty-ninth year.

"Was Master Buhui’s conclusion?" His voice quivered.

Lin Qing smiled bitterly: "The teacher also said that it would be at most three years, or at least five years, but Prime Minister, you see, it’s already been six years, maybe..."

She didn’t continue, because it was merely solace. As Song Zhiyuan had said, there was no one who understood Song Ci’s health better than her.

Nothing more than a gradual decline, leading ultimately to death.

Song Zhiyuan closed his eyes. Everyone in the Imperial Hospital had said Prince Min wouldn’t live past thirty, yet he held on for several years, because he was reluctant to let go.

Now, Song Ci is also holding on, and perhaps it’s because of reluctance.

Song Zhiyuan got the answer, did not ask further, and turned to leave.

Lin Qing opened her mouth, but eventually only sighed.

The elderly grow old, and she is powerless.

...

When Jiang Fula came to the small study to seek an audience with Song Zhiyuan, he noticed the corner of Song Zhiyuan’s eyes were somewhat red, and couldn’t help but be startled. Upon closer inspection, the Prime Minister was still the Prime Minister, as if the trace of sadness seen earlier was only an illusion.

"Prime Minister, the abbot of Songshan Temple said Master Jinghui has yet to return and doesn’t know where exactly Master Jinghui has gone. Should we use our own information network to search?" Jiang Fula reported respectfully.

The Prime Minister’s Mansion has its own information network, and with no word from Songshan Temple, using the mansion’s network to find a renowned monk would be the easiest thing.

Song Zhiyuan shook his head: "That’s not necessary."

If Song Ci’s life expectancy is already set, then even if Jinghui returns, it wouldn’t change anything.

Mortal lives, can they defy heaven?

Let fate be the guide.

Song Zhiyuan sighed.

Jiang Fula reported several other pieces of information, one being that Song Zhiqing had once again sent Li Sheng to investigate the death of the flower girl Huan’er at Chunfang Tower.

"Prime Minister, Huan’er once entertained Dao Yi, must have heard something from him, and then spoke to Qi Feng during their pleasure."

Dao Yi was the person who attacked Song Zhiqing back then and had long since died cleanly.

Song Zhiyuan remained expressionless.

"Prime Minister, rest assured. The loose ends from back then have long been cleared away. Huan’er’s death was indeed due to a contagious disease; they say there’s no evidence to prove otherwise, even if the Third Master finds out, there is no way to prove it."

Song Zhiyuan glanced over and said calmly, "Fula, you should know, sometimes things don’t need confirmation, it’s enough for one to believe it to be true."

Similarly, in Song Zhiqing’s mind, he believed he was the one who ruined him, and that is enough.

Jiang Fula was momentarily stunned.

"Let him investigate as he wishes, but keep an eye out for what he might do." Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes.

He was curious to see what Song Zhiqing, harboring these suspicions, would do to ’get even’?

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