Chapter 102 Wait a little longer, the Seventh Prince will definitely come

To put it nicely, Imperial Censor Sheng Lang was upright and incorruptible; to put it bluntly, he was like a stinky, hard stone.

Xie Lingyun didn't believe that he was colluding with bandits.

However, the Chief Censor Zhang Ze was related to Concubine Wan, and his son took advantage of this relationship to do whatever he wanted in Yanjing City.

But this corner mark alone doesn't mean anything. What if someone deliberately framed him? Not only would it implicate Sheng Lang, but it would also offend Concubine Wan.

He lowered his eyes, "Search carefully, there must be other clues."

After saying this, he glanced at the skinny monkey trembling like a sieve at his feet and said to Cang Yi, "This, you will judge it yourself."

The remaining officers and soldiers were all trembling in their hearts.

I heard that Cang Yi's methods are very powerful. No matter how tough a person is, once he gets into his hands, he will definitely tell all his secrets.

Only half an hour later, Cang Yi returned to report, "Those letters are collected by this person from the bank in town every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. The owner of that bank is surnamed Zhang."

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Xie Lingyun's sharp eyes grew colder, "He didn't die, did he?"

Cang Yi nodded, "He's still alive. Besides him, there are a few others who are still alive."

Xie Lingyun snorted coldly, looking at the mountain stronghold that had been half burned last night, and ordered people to set another fire, burning the place clean.

"Go back to Beijing."

Jiang Shouye got drunk yesterday and hit his head, and he didn't wake up until this morning.

In his current state of health, he couldn't even attend the morning court, so he had to take leave and stay home.

It was at this time that he learned that there was an epidemic outside the city.

"What? Why didn't you tell me such a big thing?"

"How can I tell you when you're injured like this?"

Mrs. Jiang looked at him like this and sighed repeatedly.

Jiang Shouye held his forehead and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday.

"Did Qingyue sneak back yesterday? With the epidemic outside the city being such a serious issue, how could she dare to come back without permission!"

Jiang Shouye slammed the table loudly.

"Tell her to come see me!"

Mrs. Jiang had a subtle expression.

She also thought that Jiang Qingyue was responsible for yesterday's incidents, but when she sent someone to Yuehuaxuan, she found out that Jiang Qingyue had indeed not returned, and the maid named Yuxiao had taken some medicinal herbs and left.

This matter really cannot be blamed on Qingyue.

Mrs. Jiang felt sad when she thought about her eldest daughter Wanyin, who was so weak and still had to work hard to take care of the family.

"Yesterday, Wanyin even called the Seventh Prince over to discuss something outside the city. Master, what do you think of this?"

Jiang Shouye sat up straight at once. "Send someone to Lord Li's house to ask what was said in the court today?"

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Jiang Guiyu just walked in, her face showing worry, "Dad, why do we need to go to the Li residence? I'll call Brother Tingzhi over and let him talk to you, so you can ask more carefully."

"Right, right, right. Guiyu is the most thoughtful. Tingzhi and I are colleagues, so we can discuss things better."

A moment later, Lu Tingzhi really came and stayed in Jiang Shouye's study for a full hour.

As soon as he came out, Jiang Guiyu immediately went to meet him.

"Brother Tingzhi, lunch has been prepared at home. Would you like to stay here and have your meal?"

Looking at Jiang Guiyu in front of him, for some reason, Lu Tingzhi suddenly thought of Jiang Qingyue who was alone outside the city.

I don’t know if she has food to eat, or if the disaster victims give her any trouble.

An inexplicable emotion surged in his heart, and his tone became heavy.

"No. I have some important business to attend to, so I'll be leaving first."

Jiang Guiyu's eyes were filled with autumn water, and he sensibly stopped pestering her.

Outside the city of Yanjing.

Jiang Qingyue thought about it for half the night and finally decided not to distribute the medicinal herbs to the people, but to directly cook them into medicinal soup so that everyone, whether they were civilians or officers, soldiers or guards, could drink a bowl.

Treat illnesses when you are sick, and protect yourself when you are healthy.

But in this case, more medicinal herbs will be needed than yesterday.

But this is the best way to prevent and control epidemics.

Before daybreak, Jiang Qingyue took Yuxiao to start boiling the medicine. When daybreak came, the medicine was just ready.

At the same time, he was waiting for news from the city.

But it was almost noon and there was no movement in Yanjing City.

Jiang Qingyue took out a box of ointment she had brought with her and handed it to Yuxiao.

"Give this to Xu Yan and tell him to apply it once a day. His back injury will be healed in three days. By the way, ask him when there will be news from Chu Hean."

Yuxiao had experienced hard times before, and now seeing these people suffering from the epidemic, she realized even more how precious medicinal materials were.

This box of ointment was brought by Jiang Qingyue from the mansion. It is a good thing. Wouldn’t it be a pity to give it to Chu Hean’s people?

"Miss, you don't need to take this ointment, right? I think it's not that Xu Yan is holding back, but that the Seventh Prince didn't even come. Even if you give him such a good thing, he won't be able to find the herbs."

How could Jiang Qingyue not know that Chu Hean didn't come, but she still had to repay this favor.

"It's just a box of ointment. I'll give it to you. Go and do your business."

It is a good thing to repay a favor. Even if Chu Hean didn't come, it would be great if Xu Yan could deliver the news here to Yanjing City.

Yuxiao came back after a while and said that Xu Yan had sent letters last night and this morning, but Chu Hean was nowhere to be seen and he had no idea what to do.

"Miss, how about I go and ask the Seventh Prince to come?"

Jiang Qingyue burst out laughing.

"He's a prince, and you're just a maid. You can't even enter his gate."

"I'll climb over the wall and kidnap him!" Yu Xiao stamped her feet. "He's not coming anyway, and we don't have enough herbs anymore."

"Hey, you want to be an assassin?"

Jiang Qingyue put away her joking thoughts.

Yes, if Chu Hean doesn’t come, they won’t be able to hold on any longer.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Wait a little longer, the Seventh Prince will definitely come."

The imperial court must have known about the epidemic outside the city and would not have sat idly by.

Wait a moment.

Inside the city, Chu Hean's men went around several medical clinics in the city before returning to report.

"Your Highness, all the medicinal herbs in the city were taken away a while ago. There are still some left, but the prices are ridiculously high."

Chu Hean didn't care. "The price is high, so what? We are just pretending, we are not really going to buy it."

The servants looked at the seven or eight boxes of silver that their prince had just taken out from the national treasury.

"Then, Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

"Find a few people and go to a few places outside Yanjing City to buy some cheap ones. Then we can send them directly to you when the time comes."

At this time, someone delivered the third letter.

"Your Majesty, Xu Yan has sent another letter."

Chu Hean was in a good mood after taking so much silver from the national treasury, but because of this sentence, his face suddenly darkened.

"Is he done yet? How dare a mere guard tell the king what to do?"

Chu Hean was furious, but the servant could only bite the bullet and continue, "Your Highness, why don't you take a look at this letter? When I delivered the letter just now, the Marquis of Xuanping happened to be at the door. He, he saw it."

"Marquis Xuanping?"