In the study, Jiang Zhaorong was sitting in front of a square rosewood table with Ganoderma lucidum patterns, holding his forehead with his hand. The documents on the table were scattered and piled to one side, and his brows were almost wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川".

Chun Tao led Jiang Zhiyu in, her voice soft and charming: "Prime Minister, the Third Miss is here."

Jiang Zhaorong smiled suddenly.

In the past, no one was allowed to set foot in Jiang Zhaorong's study except his three sons and Song Shiwei.

Jiang Zhaorong stood up himself, pressed Jiang Zhiyu to sit down, then stuffed a cup of tea into her hand, sent all the servants away, and closed the door tightly.

Jiang Zhiyu: “…”

[Hiss, if you know something, tell me. If you don't know, I think you want to kill me to silence me.]

"Besides, let's just get to the point. Making it so mysterious is like trying to cover up one's mistake by telling others we're discussing secrets..."

Jiang Zhaorong thought about it for a moment and it seemed to make some sense.

But since it’s closed, that’s all. Let’s get down to business.

"Zhiyu, your medical skills are so superb. I want to ask you a favor... Look at He Yanting's legs. Is there any hope for him to stand up?"

Jiang Zhiyu: “…”

Regardless of whether this is true or not, she put down her teacup, her face full of confusion: "How did my father know?"

Isn't she wearing a vest?

Jiang Zhaorong paused, then said frankly: "The boy from the Shi family said so."

Shi Zongxin?

Jiang Zhiyu understood.

【That's not surprising.】

but……

Jiang Zhiyu frowned in embarrassment. "It's not a question of whether he can stand or not. What he said is that he can stand when he wants to, and can't stand when he doesn't want to. It's a state of standing, do you understand what I mean?"

Jiang Zhaorong was confused.

[Help! I can't just tell this cheap dad that he's faking it.]

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

Wouldn't he understand now? Besides, what's with that cheap dad? He's the prime minister, so he should be the expensive dad!

After refuting it in his mind, Jiang Zhaorong was in trouble again.

Since He Yanting is pretending, what’s the use of having great medical skills?

As long as he is determined not to stand up, who can do anything to him?

Is it possible that his own son will not be able to escape from the battlefield after all?

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and Jiang Zhiyu did not disturb him. He stood up and walked around.

When he walked to the desk, he saw the unfolded secret report, which said that other ministers were preparing to write a joint letter to prevent Jiang Wenjing from returning to Beijing and to continue the Northern Expedition.

Jiang Zhiyu had an idea and decided that this was not a good idea to go!

[In another week, an earthquake will occur on the road to Mobei. Most of the army led by my second brother will be buried, severely damaged. Furthermore, they were ambushed by those little bastards and captured alive!]

Jiang Zhaorong's heart tightened even more. The people of Mobei were cruel and aggressive by nature! If Wen Jing was captured by them, Jiang Zhaorong didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him.

[This battle cannot be fought now, Second Brother must return to Beijing!]

Jiang Zhaorong nodded repeatedly and sighed in his heart. It was a pity that Zhiyu was a woman and could not attend the court. The radical factions in the court instigated the emperor every day. In addition, there were frequent reports of victory from the front line. When the emperor attended the court today, his intention was very clear.

If a joint letter from other ministers was submitted, Wen Jing would really be hopeless.

Jiang Zhaorong was in a very anxious mood.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up a pen, scribbled a few words on the paper, and handed it to Jiang Zhaorong: "Father, please send someone over quickly and tell my second brother to avoid these places. I'll think of a way!"

"Can I go disguised as a man? What if something unexpected happens along the way? No, if I leave, what if Song Shiwei steals my house?"

[Neither of these two is easy to deal with! I have it so hard!]

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

He took the note from Jiang Zhiyu and said, "The emperor is very fond of He Yanting. Starting with him, there might be some hope."

Jiang Zhiyu: "Then I'll go and try it."

[He's the villain anyway, so I should be able to tell him some gossip about the protagonist.]

Jiang Zhaorong: “…”

…

The general's mansion was only two streets away from the prime minister's residence. The general was extremely powerful, so the general's mansion was decorated extremely magnificently.

The mansion is spacious and magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings, and is magnificent and golden.

Jiang Zhiyu was led by a maid into the hall. The four corners of the eaves were raised high, like an eagle spreading its wings and soaring.

He Yanting was sitting in the main seat. When he heard the noise, he raised his eyes and looked over quietly.

Jiang Zhaorong originally wanted to come with Jiang Zhiyu. It would not sound good if a girl in the boudoir asked to see a man outside the family. But Jiang Zhiyu thought that if Jiang Zhaorong was around, she would be restricted in everything she did, so she refused to let him come.

"Miss San came here to treat Mr. Ben's leg?"

Jiang Zhiyu sat down. "Yes, young master, I'm sure you've heard that the miracle doctor is a close friend of my brother. He's currently staying at the Prime Minister's residence after returning from his travels. I was taught by the miracle doctor when I was young, so I'm daring to give it a try."

[Wow, I really don’t want to see this face.]

He Yanting: “…”

Even if he did not attend court, he was still well aware of what was going on in the court and naturally knew why Jiang Zhiyu wanted to see him.

I originally wanted to get some secrets out of her and then let her go, but since she despised my face so much, I had to make things difficult for her no matter what I said.

"Miss Third, you may not know that I have lost all feeling in my leg since I was injured on the battlefield. Even the head of the Imperial Hospital is helpless. How can I trust Miss Third?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "Don't worry, sir. The miracle doctor's unique skill is to help people stand up again. You can rest assured."

[You're so hesitant, pretending to be sick when there's nothing wrong, and using acupuncture to seal your acupoints every day. If this goes on for a long time, your leg will really be ruined.]

He Yanting: “…”

"Without further delay, let's get started. Please have the maids prepare water. Bath for half an hour to relax your meridians, then change the water and soak these herbs in."

Jiang Zhiyu took out a neatly bundled batch of medicinal herbs and placed them on the table.

He Yanting's eyes were rarely blank.

Where did she get it from?

When she just came in, she clearly had nothing on her!

Am I seeing things?

[Well, since he's asking for help, I'll just be kind and help him clear the blood clots.]

He Yanting: “…”

He looked a little speechless. He ordered the servants to take the herbs away and said sideways, "It will take some time to prepare everything. Why don't you, Miss, push me and take a look at the scenery of the General's Mansion?"

Jiang Zhiyu readily agreed.

The maids serving around paused for a moment. When Jiang Zhiyu walked over, she made eye contact with a maid, with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu: ???

"It's just a wheelchair, what's there to sympathize with? Besides, this wooden wheelchair is so hard to push..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

He Yanting chuckled: "What's wrong, Third Miss?"

Jiang Zhiyu secretly exerted some strength, but the wheelchair did not move.

[Okay, okay, let's play it this way, right?]