Ji Tong lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Wenjing's hostile eyes. He sneered in his heart, but said, "Since I also call you Brother Wenjing, then your sister is naturally the same as my sister. Why is she reacting so strongly?"

Jiang Wenjing frowned and looked at him. Ji Tong, who was still smiling, also stopped smiling.

"Okay, then I can just quit being one, okay?"

Jiang Wenjing's expression suddenly turned worse.

Ji Tong's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt, and then he heard Jiang Wenjing's extremely cold voice: "What do you mean by not being a member anymore? You still dare to despise me?!"

Ji Tong: “…”

"Then I will be it?"

Jiang Wenjing suddenly became mute again and just looked at him with a heavy look in his eyes.

Ji Tong: “…”

It doesn't matter if he is one or not. It seems that he is just entertaining this brother and sister, right?

Ugh!

Ji Tong, who was still seriously injured, had blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

[It has become a part of the play, hahahahaha. ]

[Are you angry? I'm really angry.]

The attendant beside him quickly helped to wipe it off, and Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing also stepped out.

On the way, Jiang Wenjing asked doubtfully: "You don't really just want to piss him off, do you?"

Jiang Zhiyu retorted without hesitation: "How could that be? How could I be that boring?"

【Hehe, I'm just so boring. 】

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu: "I came here to piss him off, mainly to help you, second brother."

"Look, there are still a few months before the expedition to Nan Gu. Anything could happen. There's no guarantee that Ji Tong won't have a backup plan, like taking a magic pill, or like Tudora, having a witch doctor or a doctor treat his injuries."

"What if he is cured right before the battle? Wouldn't that be a problem?"

Although Jiang Wenjing knew that she was talking nonsense, after listening carefully, he found that there was indeed some logic in her words.

but--

"What does this have to do with you coming here to piss him off? With you here, you can always tell if Ji Tong has taken his medicine or not."

Jiang Zhiyu nodded affirmatively: "That's one thing, but on the other hand, Second Brother must have heard the saying: anger is harmful to the body."

"If you make him angry every day, his recovery will be slower."

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Is this medically supported?

[Mood does affect physical recovery, but this is only one aspect.]

Most importantly, I just want to have fun.

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

You are worthy of it.

"Come to think of it," Jiang Zhiyu changed the subject, his cheerful tone turning serious, "He was indeed secretly taking medicine. Logically speaking, with such a serious injury, he shouldn't even be able to speak clearly, but now, he actually has extra blood to spit out."

“It’s unbelievable.”

Jiang Wenjing paused and looked at her with complicated eyes.

However, based on my limited understanding, that "extra blood" might have been what Ji Tong had spent several days replenishing.

…

After Concubine Duan gave Song Shiwei the sachet, she squatted in the corner of the Imperial Hospital for three days before she found someone.

Song Shiwei was about to bow to her when she pulled him down and said, "To make a long story short, I can only stay for half an hour."

"I know your relationship with Xiao Yanli."

Concubine Duan's first words made Song Shiwei, who had originally had a calm expression, suddenly open his eyes wide.

"At the initial palace banquet, when Concubine Yu asked for permission to marry, I felt it was wrong. That man has always been arrogant, how could he tolerate his son marrying the adopted daughter of a prime minister?"

Song Shiwei cared most about people mentioning her identity, and her eyes immediately turned cold.

Concubine Duan was anxious and didn't pay attention.

"You must have a way to contact Xiao Yanli. Tell him that if he helps my son seize military power, I will let my son..."

"Your Majesty really thinks too highly of Shiwei," Song Shiwei stood up and looked down at her without waiting for her to finish.

Concubine Duan's eyes were full of confusion.

"What kind of person is the Sixth Prince? How can Shi Wei even be so high as to marry him? The Fifth Prince is a rare talent. He can definitely seize the military power on his own. Concubine Duan, don't worry."

What she meant was a rejection.

Concubine Duan was stunned for a moment.

The wind rustled the leaves of the trees, and Concubine Duan could hear the voices of the palace maids calling her in the distance.

"The Queen is dead. Now is the perfect time for Xiao Yanli to ascend to the throne. If he can gain my son's support, he will be close to the position of the Eastern Palace. And when that happens, you, who have helped him the most, will have no worries about becoming the Crown Princess."

"Are you really going to refuse?"

Because she was worried that the palace maids would come looking for her, she spoke very quickly.

Song Shiwei looked at her mockingly.

Parental love is blinding.

With Xiao Siyuan's intelligence, he can probably only deceive Jiang Sulan.

If Xiao Siyuan really wants to help Xiao Yanli, then he will have to hand over the position of crown prince to Xiao Chuji.

The shouting was getting closer and closer, and Song Shiwei had no intention of staying any longer, so he turned around and left without saying anything.

Concubine Duan squatted on the ground, staring at her back.

She wanted to call out to Song Shiwei, but because the shouts were getting closer, she didn't say anything.

After having the idea of ​​winning over Song Shiwei in her mind, Concubine Duan would set aside an hour every day to play hide-and-seek games with the palace maids and eunuchs.

If they found me earlier, I would be angry.

After several times, they would only come to find me after an hour.

But it’s obviously not even an hour yet, how come they came so quickly?

Concubine Duan squatted in the corner, muttering to herself.

"Found it! Here it is!"

A palace maid noticed the dress on Concubine Duan and shouted loudly. A chaotic sound of footsteps was heard, and more and more people came.

Concubine Duan's eyelids twitched wildly, and she kept muttering, "I am a mushroom, I am a mushroom."

"My lady, please go with me."

Concubine Duan paused in her whispering and continued silently: "I am a mushroom, I am a mushroom."

Seeing that she was not cooperating, Chao En sighed pretentiously: "We all saw it, what is your Majesty denying?"

He waved his whisk, and several young eunuchs rushed forward and held her down tightly.

Concubine Duan struggled hard, and her long nails left long scars on the eunuchs' bodies.

Several eunuchs moved quickly and finally got Concubine Duan into the imperial study before she was unrecognizable.

Concubine Duan was also in a very embarrassed state at this moment.

Her hair was disheveled in front of her, her clothes were a little open, the backs of her hands were bruised, and she was kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath.

When the emperor saw her like this, he was stunned for a few seconds.

When Concubine Duan recovered, she found that it was not only her who was kneeling in the imperial study, but also Song Shiwei.

She was shocked.

The two of them had just met, and he had threatened her. Could it be that she was the one who told the secret?

About three cups of tea later, those people found her after she left. It was not impossible that she was the one who informed them.