Jiang Zhiyu was still grinding ink, completely unaware.

He Yanting was the first to notice and turned around to look at Jiang Kangan.

Jiang Kangan belatedly lowered his head again.

But I was thinking in my heart.

Could it be...

Wasn’t that what the young fish was thinking just now?

But what she said?

Otherwise, why would even His Majesty and He Yanting look up?

It must be like this...

Otherwise, Zhiyu would call me a dog emperor...

Hehe, hehehehe…

His Majesty cannot possibly hear it.

Jiang Kangan was still in a trance, and heard Jiang Zhiyu continue to speak in his heart.

[Oh my goodness, I almost forgot that after the severe drought in Jinzhou, there were starving people everywhere and a serious plague would have occurred!]

He Yanting was really surprised when he heard this.

I couldn't control myself and made eye contact with the Emperor.

The emperor was also filled with surprise...

plague.

Since ancient times, the emperors of all dynasties have been most afraid of...

Besides natural disasters, there are also plagues!

If you handle it carelessly, you will be cursed for eternity!

What should I do?

Now the plan...

We can only hope for the young fish.

He stared at Jiang Zhiyu, who was still lost in thought, with full anticipation.

I was relieved to hear that she could solve it.

Although this drought was effectively prevented and a plague may not occur, it is still a serious matter and we must take precautions!

I need to make some extra pills before my third uncle leaves, just in case!

[However, how should I ask for leave from the Dog Emperor? I already asked for ten days off for the previous duel ceremony...]

Struggling.

Jiang Kangan suddenly stood up and asked:

"Your Majesty, I have a humble request, and I hope Your Majesty will grant it."

"explain!"

After much deliberation, Jiang Kangan chose the most insignificant person, who fell ill for no reason!

"To be honest with you, Your Majesty, my father, Prime Minister Jiang, is seriously ill! I would like to ask for three days' leave on Zhiyu's behalf to treat him."

Jiang Zhiyu:?

The scumbag dad is sick?

What does it have to do with me if you’re sick?

Unexpectedly, the emperor suddenly realized the truth as if he had been enlightened.

"Treatment—Also, I've noticed that Grand Tutor Xu hasn't been feeling well lately. During the ceremony yesterday, he was a little unsteady on his feet. Secretary Jiang has also come to treat him."

Xu Yanli: A-choo——

Who is thinking of me?

What bad luck! My back and waist ached from standing at the ceremony yesterday, and today I'm feeling the effects of a cold...

Is it possible that he was cursed by some villain?

The "villain" emperor still felt it was not enough.

"Fuping, give the order... For the next few days, the medicinal materials in the Imperial Hospital and the warehouse will be provided to Secretary Jiang first!"

This should be enough medicinal materials...

No, there is still time!

Those three days were so intense!

"Also, before Grand Tutor Xu recovered, he granted Xu Yaowen special permission to observe filial piety at his bedside and postpone his appointment to Jinzhou!"

Jiang Zhiyu:?

Grandpa is sick too?

When did it happen?

I didn't know?

Jiang Kangan swallowed.

Confusing again.

Your Majesty...is only concerned about Grandpa, and certainly can't hear my sister's feelings...

Well, that must be the case!

Jiang Zhiyu followed Jiang Kang'an out of the palace in a daze.

Still can’t figure it out.

"Grandpa is in good health, why does the emperor say he's not feeling well?"

Jiang Kangan looked at his innocent sister and felt worried.

If I make my sister suspicious, she will definitely be scared...

I can only comfort him:

"If His Majesty tells you to treat it, then you can do it... Maybe Grandpa doesn't want to go to court, so he's asking for leave as an excuse?"

Jiang Zhiyu thought of himself and said with a smile:

"Is that so? Grandpa is quite childish..."

Xu Yanli: A-choo——

Who misses me again?

In the carriage, Jiang Zhiyu thought of his elder brother sending him to the palace today, and asked curiously:

"Brother, did you hear some rumors and come to escort me to the palace?"

Jiang Kangan nodded and told the truth.

"It's He Yanting. He said the emperor had received a secret report that a large number of refugees armed with blunt weapons had entered the capital overnight, and there was a fear of an incident."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded casually, but was complaining in her heart.

[This is probably information He Yanting got hold of, and he managed to leak it to the Emperor!]

Jiang Kangan agreed very much, but was also confused.

The news you got while “squatting”?

What a novel idea.

"Oh, big brother, I forgot to tell you, when you execute Tan Luan tomorrow, remember to tear off his mask in public and expose his identity as a liar!"

Jiang Kangan:

I'm trying my best to cooperate with you in your performance...

"Masked? Isn't this person Tanluan?"

"Yes, he is Tan Luan's apprentice. The real Tan Luan was killed by him long ago!"

"There's such a thing!"

This sentence is not acted.

"A great monk of his generation died at the hands of his own disciple. Alas... How tragic!"

Jiang Zhiyu didn't care much.

"Tsk, what's the big deal? Being backstabbed by my own apprentice is the least of my worries!"

She glanced at the upright Jiang Kangan and felt delighted.

"Brother, let me tell you, this world of cultivation is a very complex place... The master-disciple relationship isn't as simple as it seems!"

Jiang Kangan was confused, "Cultivation world?"

"Yeah, that disciple next door is so wild. He first... then... finally..."

Jiang Kangan's expression gradually twisted, and he didn't want to listen to her nonsense anymore.

"Read less miscellaneous booklets on weekdays, and read more medical books when you have time!"

[Hmph, this is unbearable... I've been being very subtle, and haven't even explained in detail how the disciple and his master are practicing dual cultivation together!]

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