Although the dispute over family property has been settled, the lives of Song Yutang and Jiang Muyan are actually busier than before.
Song Yutang must not only keep an eye on the operation of the charity foundation, but also help Jiang Muyan stabilize the intricate situation within Jiang Group as a shareholder.
Jiang Muyan has a heavier burden on his shoulders. The affairs of the two groups have been suppressed, almost breaking his day into three days.
The wealth value has also soared, surpassing Jiang Dingkun, and he has jumped from the eldest son of the richest man to the real new richest man.
Song Yutang's career also flourished during this period, and his charity work was impressive.
And through Zhao Cuifeng, Jiang Baozhu, Tang Yuan and Jiang Zhixia, he established his own information network.
Whether at work, at home, in social situations, or even in the mouths of strangers, she is an amazing woman and independent Song Yutang.
On many occasions, her title has become President Song.
Jiang Muyan, the richest man, is called the husband of President Song.
Song Yutang has clearly found his own value in life.
The matter of having children has gradually faded from the initial strategic plan to letting nature take its course.
She no longer needs to rely on mother and child to realize her own value and get what she wants.
It's just that Jiang Muyan is young and energetic after all, and no matter how busy he is, he can't stand the two of them facing each other day and night.
Whenever I have free time, I can't do without a lot of hard work.
That night, the two of them argued again until midnight. In the end, they didn't even bother to take a shower, so they hugged each other and fell asleep in a sweaty state.
When he woke up again, Song Yutang opened his eyes in a daze. What he saw was not the familiar chandelier in his bedroom, but the splendid ceiling of the palace.
Panlong pillars support the majestic palace, and the air is filled with the scent of agarwood and bitter medicine.
She sat up suddenly and looked down:
I found that I was still wearing the beige sweater I had worn before going to bed, my long hair was draped loosely on my shoulders, and I hadn't even changed into slippers.
Jiang Muyan also woke up and stood a few steps away and looked at himself.
Wearing a black slim-fitting suit, with the watch still on his wrist, he was clearly dressed as he was before going to bed.
The two looked at each other, and the same thought came to their minds at the same time: Wearing it again???
But they soon discovered something was wrong.
Several palace servants carrying silver basins and medicine bowls hurried past them, their steps were brisk, their clothes were windy, but they didn't even give them half an inch of their peripheral vision.
It was as if they were just two wooden pillars in the corridor, unable to block the road and out of sight.
Song Yutang reached out to pull the sleeve of a palace maid, but his fingers went straight through her arms, as if touching a thin mist, and nothing was caught.
She was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at Jiang Muyan.
Jiang Muyan also frowned, raised his hand and waved it in front of her, then turned sideways to block the path of a young eunuch.
The little eunuch didn't realize it and walked straight through his body without even pausing.
Jiang Muyan thoughtfully said, "You can't see us. It's not time travel. It's a bit like an out-of-body experience. It can also be said to be... dreaming."
Song Yutang was just about to reply when he saw several imperial doctors passing by in a hurry, still whispering to each other, "Your Majesty has been in a coma for three days, and the medicine cannot be poured in. If he continues like this, I'm afraid..."
"It's really strange. Your pulse is normal and you're just a little tired. Why did you suddenly fall into unconsciousness?"
"Yes, I have been practicing medicine for forty years and I have never seen such strange symptoms. Is it because of evil spirits?"
Song Yutang's heart tightened.
Which emperor is this emperor?
Could it be Emperor Xiaozong?
Or her Qi'er?
"The day His Majesty fell into coma happened to be the anniversary of Empress Dowager Duanyi's death. Now everyone in the palace says that His Majesty missed his mother too much..."
"Hush, some people say that it was His Majesty who poisoned his biological mother, Empress Dowager Duanyi's dead spirit..."
Song Yutang's face turned pale instantly.
The son of Empress Dowager Duanyi can only be her Qi'er.
Jiang Muyan Seeing that her expression was not good, he subconsciously raised his hand and hugged her shoulder.
Although the arm went straight through her body, the warmth contained in that movement was still there. "Don't worry, let's go and see what's going on first."
Song Yutang nodded vigorously, took a deep breath, picked up his steps and walked quickly towards the dormitory.
Jiang Muyan followed closely beside her, and the two of them passed through the palace doors and layers of curtains one after the other.
Along the way, palace officials and doctors came and went, but no one noticed their presence, as if these two people didn't exist in the world at all.
Until the last gauze curtain was opened in front of him, and the moment he stepped into the emperor's chamber, Song Yutang's steps suddenly stopped.
Lying on the dragon bed was a man of about thirty-five or six years old.
The outline of the thin young man from back then can still be vaguely discerned between his brows and eyes, but it has been polished deeply and sharply by time and authority. His jaw line has been sharpened, his cheekbones are slightly raised, and there are shallow marks left by years of frowning on the peaks of his eyebrows.
His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as rice paper, his lips were chapped and peeled, and his breathing was so shallow that he could barely see the rise and fall of his chest.
The room full of imperial doctors was kneeling on the floor, the medicine stove was gurgling with black bitter juice, and even the air was heavy and oppressive...