Chapter 92 Could it be that Jiang Guiyu did it on purpose?

Lu Tingzhi frowned. How could he not know that this was what Concubine Wan meant?

Knowing that Jiang Qingyue was going out of town today, he deliberately waited here.

He frowned, "Ayue, there are too many refugees, and many are seriously ill. Although you are a doctor, but..."

"Lord Lu!"

Before Lu Tingzhi could finish his words, Chu Hean came over.

He rode on a tall horse, looking majestic and noble.

Lu Tingzhi saluted Chu Hean, but Chu Hean was only interested in Jiang Qingyue.

"Miss Jiang San is going to leave the city to treat the people?"

Jiang Qingyue nodded, "I dare not delay the Imperial Concubine's order. Only when the people are cured as soon as possible can I feel at ease."

Chu Hean heard that Jiang Qingyue saved Princess Huayang at the palace banquet that day and had amazing medical skills, so he was sent by his mother to help her.

He looked down at Jiang Qingyue's face and sighed in his heart.

By then, he will not only gain fame and honor, but also marry a beautiful woman.

It’s really the best of both worlds.

"I am also going outside the city. Miss Jiang San, shall we go together?"

Since Chu Hean said so, Lu Tingzhi naturally didn't dare to say more.

As he watched the carriage go away, Lu Tingzhi became more and more uneasy.

At this time, Jiang Mingyang chased over and saw Lu Tingzhi. He hurriedly pulled him aside and asked, "Have you seen Jiang Qingyue?"

Lu Tingzhi pointed at the carriage. Jiang Mingyang's heart sank. He looked up and saw that the carriage had already left the city smoothly.

Jiang Mingyang was so angry that he gnashed his teeth and started to chase after him.

Lu Tingzhi pulled him back, "You can't go!"

"If she can go, why can't I?"

He pushed Lu Tingzhi away and started to chase after him.

Lu Tingzhi stopped him and said, "Didn't you see? The soldiers at the city gate are checking people."

Jiang Mingyang didn't take it seriously at all.

"I'm the son of the Shangshu Mansion. I'm just looking for someone and will be back soon."

He bypassed Lu Tingzhi and insisted on catching up with Jiang Qingyue.

Unexpectedly, Lu Tingzhi dragged him to a deserted alley nearby and warned him in a low voice, "I won't let Guiyu go outside the city, and you can't go either. There might be plague outside the city. Wouldn't you be courting death if you go?"

Jiang Mingyang was stunned.

"What? Plague? Did the Seventh Prince say that?"

Lu Tingzhi shook his head. "That day when I went to pick up Guiyu, I saw symptoms on several refugees that looked like the plague. But the Seventh Prince didn't report it to the court, so I didn't dare to make any conclusions."

Jiang Mingyang was stunned for a moment before he suddenly reacted.

"Wouldn't Jiang Qingyue be courting death?"

No, she can't die!

Jiang Qingyue is dead, what can he do with the inhumane poison!

"Why didn't you stop her?"

"The Seventh Prince led her out of the city, how could I stop her?"

Lu Tingzhi also felt a little regretful.

Even though it was Concubine Wan's order and she had to go, if he could give her a heads up before Chu He'an showed up, it would also serve as a reminder to Jiang Qingyue.

Jiang Mingyang suddenly frowned.

"What did you just say? Sister Guiyu knows?"

Lu Tingzhi nodded and said, "I told Guiyu not to go outside the city to distribute porridge anymore."

Jiang Mingyang felt strange in his heart.

Since Sister Guiyu knew all this, why didn’t she remind Jiang Qingyue?

Could it be intentional?

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately denied it.

That's impossible. Sister Guiyu was just sick. Maybe that's why she forgot to remind her family.

Instead, it was Jiang Qingyue who just followed the Seventh Prince?

Is she so desperate for a man that she really wants to marry the Seventh Prince and become his concubine?

So shameless.

Resentment surged in his heart, "How long will it take for Jiang Qingyue to come back?"

"I'm afraid we can only come back after all the refugees have been resettled."

Jiang Mingyang clenched his hands into fists at his sides.

So long?

If she can't be cured, won't she never come back?

What if he dies outside? What should we do about his illness?

"Miss, we're here!"

The driver's announcement came from outside the carriage.

After the carriage stopped, Jiang Qingyue straightened her dress.

The sun should have been warm today, but it couldn't shine into the gray refugee camp outside the city.

Jiang Qingyue lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a mixture of rotten and herbal smell hit her face. She frowned subconsciously and covered her nose with a plain white silk handkerchief.

"Miss, are we really going to stay here forever?"

Yuxiao's seemingly calm tone concealed worry. "This place looks creepy."

Jiang Qingyue lowered the curtain, turned to Yuxiao and smiled faintly: "Curing illnesses and saving lives is the duty of a doctor."

Having said that, she felt vaguely uneasy.

Whether it was Lu Tingzhi's act of stopping the car or Xie Lingyun's repeated warnings, they all seemed to indicate that there were other situations among these disaster victims.

Not far away, Chu Hean, who was leaving the city with them, immediately stopped his horse after smelling the unpleasant smell.

He didn't want to stay in this damn place for even a moment longer.

A guard came forward to report on what had happened outside the city in the past few days. Chu Hean waved his hand impatiently, "Didn't I tell you to write a letter and have someone deliver it to the palace?"

When the time comes, he will copy it directly onto a memorial and send it to his father. This will be the result of his hard work in the past few days.

The guard said stubbornly, "But Your Highness, the situation of these disaster victims has become increasingly serious in recent days. I have already sent seven letters. I wonder if Your Highness has read them?"

Bang!

The guard had just finished speaking when he was severely whipped.

"You bastard, how dare you question this king?"

As he finished speaking, the guard was hit twice more. He trembled with pain, but he could only endure the pain and kneel down under the horse to apologize.

"You're looking for death."

Yuxiao is a martial artist, and he can hear the noise over there even from such a long distance.

She wanted to open the car curtain to see more clearly, but as soon as the curtain was opened, not only did a cold wind blow in, but an unpleasant smell also choked her.

She held the medicine box and hesitated: "Miss, should we get off the car?"

"Now that we're here, we have to get off."

Jiang Qingyue calmed herself down before leading Yuxiao out of the carriage.

The first thing Yuxiao looked at when she got off the carriage was Chu Hean.

"Miss, look quickly! The Seventh Prince is beating someone."

Jiang Qingyue looked over and immediately frowned.

Chu Hean was about to swing the whip when he noticed that gaze and looked over.

Jiang Qingyue deliberately wore a plain lilac-colored skirt today, with only a white magnolia hairpin in her hair.

This outfit is neither dignified nor luxurious.

What a cool beauty.

Chu Hean curled his lips and retracted the whip.

They had only met two or three times, so he couldn't scare his future concubine.

As soon as Jiang Qingyue got off the carriage, a group of ragged victims surrounded her, but were stopped three steps away by the guards.

Jiang Qingyue noticed that most of them had sallow complexions, sunken eye sockets, and some of them were coughing constantly.

"Didn't the court send a doctor? Why are they stopping us?"

"She's dressed elegantly, could she be some noble lady?"

"Not a doctor? Then where is the doctor? My daughter is dying!"

…

Jiang Qingyue looked around and saw more and more people crowding here.

Her heart sank, "Everyone, don't worry, line up and come one by one."

The voice was soft, yet carried an unquestionable firmness.

"I have brought enough medicinal herbs and will do my best to treat everyone."