Chapter 337 Blood Transfusion

Whether it's true or not, the person was indeed injured and couldn't move his arm, so Qi Yuxuan was too lazy to argue with a patient.

She gave a light "hmm" and said, "Okay, I also think my cousin isn't that kind of person who would be bored. I misunderstood him and thought he was lying to me. I apologize to you."

He said that, but his expression showed no sincerity or apology; he seemed genuinely angry.

Qi Jun panicked; he hadn't expected things to turn out this way.

But his arm really hurt a lot; he could only bear it, not that it didn't hurt.

He slowly lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Whether it was Qi Yuxuan's imagination or not, he looked even more pitiful at this moment.

Qi Yuxuan put down the bowl, wanting to spend more time with him, and volunteered:

"Does Your Highness wish to see the memorials? Chang Le can review them for the Crown Prince."

Qi Jun slowly raised his eyes. "Why are you calling for His Highness again?"

He didn't really care whether it was "Your Highness" or "Cousin," but the latter sounded more intimate and unique than the cold title of "Crown Prince."

Actually, if he wasn't worried that the girl wouldn't agree, he would prefer her to call him by his full name, Qi Jun, or his courtesy name, Xiu Yuan.

The young girl pointed seriously at the cover of the memorial with its dark background and intricate patterns: "Speaking frankly, Your Highness, please don't break the rules."

Alright, the little girl has her own rules, and Qi Jun fully cooperated: "Then I'll have to trouble you, Lord Chang Le."

Qi Yuxuan glanced at him sideways but didn't say anything.

The importance of the memorials that could be sent to the border is evident, and there weren't many of them. They were read through in just a few volumes, and some of them required the Crown Prince's approval before they could be sent back.

Qi Jun directly asked Qi Yuxuan to write the comments for him.

"How can that be?!" Qi Yuxuan was startled, as if she was about to jump up.

She never imagined that one day she would be able to review memorials in place of the Crown Prince. In fact, she didn't even dare to glance at the memorial just now, for fear that she might have seen some secrets.

Seeing her flustered state, Qi Jun smiled and said:

"Why not? Wouldn't the future Crown Princess like to share some of the political responsibilities with her husband?"

Qi Yuxuan's face flushed red instantly.

The idea of ​​a crown princess or a husband is still just a pipe dream.

She found herself becoming more and more like a regressor, easily blushing over just a few words, making herself a laughingstock for no reason.

She turned her head, took a deep breath as if nothing was wrong, and said calmly:

"Since His Highness the Crown Prince has an arm injury, then Chang Le will handle the approval on his behalf."

Grind the ink, dip the brush in the ink, and put pen to paper.

Her handwriting is quite different from Qi Jun's; they have different styles. However, her strokes are connected, vigorous, and powerful, which makes people feel relaxed when they look at them.

This wasn't the first time Qi Jun had seen Qi Yuxuan write, but each time, he found her focused and meticulous demeanor, with its swift and precise strokes, particularly captivating.

It felt like a cat's paw gently scratching at the tip of my heart, both itchy and tingling.

The reply was short, and because it was written by her, she strived to be concise and to the point, completing a memorial in just a few sentences.

Qi Jun dictated, and Qi Yuxuan listened and wrote quickly and well, finishing several memorials in no time.

She looked up at the memorials waiting for the ink to dry and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

I haven't written in a long time, and my hand is rusty. Even though I tried my best, there were still some parts that I didn't write very well.

She emphasized, "His Highness asked me to write it. If it's poorly written and makes you all laugh, that's not my fault."

Qi Jun raised an eyebrow: "Who dares to laugh at you?"

Yes, someone who can write on behalf of the Crown Prince has a status equivalent to the Crown Prince. When ministers see this, they will only feel curious or worried about the Crown Prince's safety. How could they dare to really criticize him?

Qi Yuxuan realized it, but she didn't want to admit that she was still insecure. She washed her pen half-heartedly and didn't say anything more.

Qi Jun looked at her profile and suddenly said:

"Can you write for me every day from now on? My left hand will take several more days to recover, and before that, all the memorials need to be approved. I don't trust anyone else to do it."

Since things had come to this point, Qi Yuxuan naturally wouldn't refuse, and she nodded.

As if knowing that Qi Jun was deliberately trying to start a conversation, Qi Yuxuan asked:

"What are Your Highness's plans after that? The war with Yue has dragged on for too long, not only is it wasting food every day, but the people are also living in fear. And most importantly, Your Highness has been on the border for so long that there is a fear that something might happen in the capital."

She was talking about problems that exist today.

There's no need to rush the consumption of grain and fodder. Since the Zhao family completely surrendered last year, their silver has practically become the national treasury's reserve. They will do whatever the court needs.

The people's hearts are indeed a big problem. Take Kunming for example, where people are now on edge and everyone is afraid. Many people have even started visiting relatives and friends, planning to move their families to the more peaceful east.

Finally, there's the matter of the Crown Prince not being in the capital.

Before Qi Jun left the capital, he entrusted the affairs of the court to the three ministers: the eldest princess and the two prime ministers. If necessary, the eldest princess could absolutely suppress the two prime ministers, so there was no need to worry about the royal family being turned against him. As for those minor troubles, Qi Jun planned to turn a blind eye to them and deal with them separately when he returned to the capital.

Water that is too clear has no fish. The officialdom is not like an ordinary place. Sometimes you need to be meticulous, and sometimes you need to play dumb. Qi Jun has obviously mastered these skills of emperors in managing their ministers and employing people.

Qi Jun tilted his head slightly and looked out the window: "The conflict between Qi and Yue is not today; it has been a continuous dispute for nearly a century and cannot be resolved."

"The best solution is to completely replace the bloodline of the Yue people."

"With minimal casualties, we can renegotiate."

Warfare is all about supplies and lives, and this is the worst possible strategy. Besides, Qi's military strength is not strong enough to mobilize the entire nation and launch a full-scale attack to wipe out Yue.

Qi Yuxuan suddenly realized something and her eyes widened slowly: "You mean, kill Xuan Yuanze?"

Xuanyuan Ze seized power by killing his father and brothers. He did not grow up in Yue Kingdom and his foundation was unstable to begin with.

Without him, the Yue Kingdom would surely be in chaos. At that time, it would be acceptable to either support a new emperor loyal to the Qi Kingdom or take over the Yue Kingdom directly while it was in a vulnerable state.

But if this move were really that easy, the stalemate wouldn't have lasted this long.

The battalion commanders fell silent for a moment.

A few days later, in the capital of Qi, in the imperial palace.

The eldest princess is discussing politics with two prime ministers and six ministers.

The memorials sent back by the Crown Prince with urgent reply were neatly arranged to the side, being copied and recorded by the historians.

This was the rule in the Qi court: no matter how small the matter, everything that passed through the hands of the emperor or the crown prince had to be recorded word for word so that future generations could refer to it.

Today, the historian opened one of the newly arrived memorials and prepared to copy it.

He froze on the spot after just one glance.

This handwriting doesn't seem to belong to the Crown Prince.

Overwhelmed by terror, he tremblingly handed the memorial forward, asking the princess for her instructions.