Jiang Ting frowned slightly and glanced at Yuwen Zhuo: "I will keep an eye on this matter for you. Have you sent over all the messages from Yan Jing'an?"

When Yuwen Zhuo heard him bring up serious matters, his expression became much more serious.

The emperor is a good emperor. His "deliberate" confrontation with those ministers is indeed to consolidate imperial power, but it is also to stabilize the country and allow the people to live a good life.

Yuwen Zhuo was a man who cared deeply for the people, so following him was naturally in his nature.

"Yes, it's all here. Brother Yan has caught a cold again these days, but he hasn't missed a single day because of this. He goes to the Hanlin Academy every day to report. Even I think he's really working hard."

"Has Yan Jing'an caught a cold?"

Yuwen Zhuo nodded: "You know that Brother Yan is not in good health. He is also a very honest man who never cuts corners. The task you assigned him was urgent, so he put his illness aside and worked hard for your country."

Jiang Ting gave Yuwen Zhuo a cold look: "Today I will bring the imperial physician with me, and you will accompany me."

"yes."

Yuwen Zhuo immediately agreed.

He was pleased that the Emperor was willing to bring the imperial physician to see Brother Yan.

As night fell, Jiang Tian, ​​having received the news, heard a knock at the door and opened it for them.

Jiang Ting was slightly taken aback when he saw Jiang Tian.

She had lost a lot of weight in just a few days.

Jiang Tian looked somewhat tired, but her manners were impeccable.

She curtsied to them and said softly, "Please come in, everyone."

Jiang Ting originally thought the situation wouldn't be too serious, but he never expected that Yan Jing'an would have a persistent high fever and would soon fall into a coma.

Upon seeing Jiang Ting, Yan Jing'an struggled to bow, but Jiang Ting stopped him.

The imperial physician quickly took Yan Jing'an's pulse.

He stroked his beard, picked out the medicinal herbs he carried with him, and told Jiang Tian to go and brew the medicine.

Without saying a word, Jiang Tian quickly went to prepare the medicine.

She remained quiet throughout, but her movements were extremely swift.

After Yan Jing'an was given a bowl of medicine, his fever quickly subsided.

Jiang Ting felt a slight sense of relief.

Yuwen Zhuo also breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Sister-in-law, what happened? I came to see Brother Yan a couple of days ago, and he wasn't so sick then."

Jiang Tian told Yan Jing'an to rest first, and then led the two of them to sit in the courtyard and made them some tea.

Yuwen Zhuo didn't drink the tea; he asked somewhat anxiously.

Once Yan Jing'an was sleeping soundly, Jiang Tian's expression softened.

Her tone was calm: "It happens a few times every year. That's just how his illness is. Don't be scared. Once he gets better, everything will be fine."

Yan Jing'an had such a frightening fever, and Jiang Tian was clearly so worried that she had lost a lot of weight, yet she was still able to remain calm and composed, and you couldn't even tell what her inner emotions were. Her determination was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Hearing her words, Yuwen Zhuo felt an inexplicable anxiety in his heart: "It happens every year?"

Jiang Tian nodded. She poured tea for Jiang Ting first, her tone solemn and grateful: "Thank you for bringing the doctor. Otherwise, I would have had to knock on the door of the doctor next door overnight. If I had missed the opportunity, my husband would have suffered a lot."

Jiang Ting had told them during their last meal that they shouldn't bow too deeply when they met him in public.

Jiang Tian offered him tea to express her gratitude, which was considered to be fulfilling her courtesy.

Jiang Ting scrutinized Jiang Tian's hand as she held the teacup, his expression unchanged.

By now, Jiang Ting has known Jiang Tian for quite some time.

This was the first time the two had spoken alone.

Looking at Jiang Tian, ​​after a while, Jiang Ting reached out, slowly picked up the teacup, and took a sip.

"No need for thanks. He is my subject, and I admire him greatly. Of course, I would not stand by and watch him get into trouble."

Jiang Tian smiled faintly at him.

Yuwen Zhuo was also offered a cup of tea by Jiang Tian.

He was a little flustered and almost burned himself while drinking the tea.

After they came out and had a cup of tea, the imperial physician slowly emerged.

The imperial physician that Jiang Ting brought this time was, of course, someone with extremely high medical skills and whom he could trust.

He issued an order to the imperial physicians that, no matter what, they must do everything possible to help Yan Jing'an recover.

The imperial physician who came out looked worried, as if he had something on his mind.

He walked up to Jiang Ting and bowed.

Before Jiang Ting could even get the imperial physician up, he noticed that Jiang Tian's expression, which had remained completely still, suddenly showed some change.

She must have been worried too, but she just couldn't say it.

"How is that young master doing?"

After telling him to get up, Jiang Ting asked.

The imperial physician sighed softly before saying, "This young master's health isn't too bad right now. He was weak from birth, and now that he's been strengthening his body, he's developed a robust physique, which is beneficial to him. However..."

Yuwen Zhuo was getting impatient: "Can you stop stammering? What is it? What's the problem?"

The old imperial physician carefully observed the emperor's expression, and finally spoke the truth: "This young master is currently only suffering from a few bouts of colds, which will not have a significant impact on his health. However, the congenital ailment he has is not something that can be changed by human effort. I can only guarantee that he will be safe and sound for the next two or three years. After that, when his congenital ailment manifests, even a celestial being would be powerless to cure him..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he bowed his head and clasped his hands, not daring to look at the emperor.

Jiang Ting, however, had no time to pay him any attention.

After listening to the imperial physician's words, he subconsciously looked at Jiang Tian beside him.

Her face was deathly pale, her vision blurred, and her body fell uncontrollably downwards.

As the person closest to her, Jiang Ting reached out and caught her before she could even react.

The delicate fragrance and the soft body suddenly awakened his senses.

He was only distracted for a moment when Jiang Ting's lips curled into a straight line. He immediately picked her up and strode inside.

Yuwen Zhuo was also startled.

He didn't dare say much. After seeing Jiang Ting carry Jiang Tian into the house, he followed behind.

After the imperial physician diagnosed her, he said that Jiang Tian had been worrying too much, had not eaten properly for many days, was physically weak, and had fainted due to the shock.

Jiang Ting and Yuwen Zhuo listened from the side, both of them with very bad expressions.

After Jiang Tian finished drinking her medicine, the two heard her murmur the word "husband".

Her face was already covered in tears, as if she had suffered a great tragedy.

A woman who is sad even in her dreams shows how deeply she loves her husband.

Two men, who had no connection to her, watched her heartbreak silently, not uttering a word for a moment.

Yuwen Zhuo felt a sense of suffocation that he couldn't quite describe.

He envied Brother Yan for marrying such a wonderful wife and living a life like that of a divine couple. However, he intentionally or unintentionally overlooked the fact that Brother Yan was already a sickly person, and his illness would affect his lifespan. If... something were to happen to him, how would his wife cope with the pain of losing her husband?