"Hahaha, Nineteen, you want me to have a whole corpse? It's not your turn yet. Let me ask you, do you still want your son's life?" The wise prince's eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could tear the prince to pieces.

This younger brother, who was decades younger than him, was born a favored child, showered with love and affection. He could easily go to his father's study and sleep in his father's dragon bed.

He wants the stars in the sky, and his father can find a way to pluck them down for him. They are both sons, so why should he be diligent and cautious, and why should he try to please him in every way?

He was imprisoned for decades. He was an imperial prince, a prince, yet he lived a life worse than that of pigs and dogs. Why?

He hated, he hated the mother and son in front of him!

The lack of communication and the isolation of information is both a great advantage and a great disadvantage. Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuzi hurriedly leaned close to Prince Yong's ear and said, "Your Highness, don't worry. The princess sent word that they have no one on their side and want to get something for nothing."

Upon hearing this, Prince Yong's expression shifted. Could it really be alive? No, no, no, he personally witnessed it being a stillborn child and ordered Uncle Fu to bury it. How could it possibly still be alive?

He wished he were still alive, so that Ah Jun wouldn't have to suffer so much.

The Empress Dowager also heard what Xiao Zhu Zi said. She exchanged a glance with Granny Zhong, and the two smiled at each other.

"Since we're getting something for nothing, let's indulge in some reckless behavior," the Empress Dowager said.

Peng Rui no longer hesitated and ordered his men to drive the cannons and throw in bundles of gunpowder.

The Prince Xian and the Noble Consort were completely engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

The Empress Dowager sighed softly. She was getting old, and those defeated underlings who had been kept around for fun should go to hell!

"Huai Le, you've suffered these past few days. Have you been injured?" ****'s nightly worries vanished the moment she saw him.

She was no longer the towering tree that could shelter an entire area; her sons no longer needed her protection and could live well on their own.

What else is there to worry about?

Prince Yong knelt down and kowtowed respectfully, saying, "It is my fault for causing Your Majesty worry. Please punish me, Your Majesty."

"It's good that you're safe, it's good that you're safe."

Peace is true happiness.

Zhao Shu was unaware that the virtuous king had been annihilated before he could even send out his troops, and that the Empress Dowager had not even given the Noble Consort a chance to leave the Huguo Temple.

He died before he even showed his face.

Several pulse-taking tents were set up in front of the Jiangnan Prefecture gate, and Zhao Shu had one. Xiao Guozi was writing down the number, "137th."

Zhao Shu glanced at him. There was no need to read so loudly. She felt that doing a good deed required making a big fuss about it, which was beneath her dignity.

But Xiao Guozi was not happy and insisted on repeating it, fearing that the people of Jiangnan would not appreciate her kindness.

I glanced at him many times, but it was no use, so I just let it be.

"One hundred and fifty-nine." By the afternoon, Xiao Guozi felt that the princess should rest. She had already looked at one hundred and fifty-nine people. Why were the people in line so clueless? Didn't they know to go somewhere else?

Zhao Shu was so exasperated by his antics that she said, "Since you're free, why don't you learn how to take a pulse with me?"

"This servant is stupid and afraid of killing her." He missed the days when General Wei was still alive, when the princess would never have to suffer like this.

It was said that when Zhao Shu was taking the pulse of a dead person, the young man's hand trembled, which amused Su Xiu and the others.

"One hundred and ninety-four." This time, Xiao Guozi said it out loud, his eyes fixed on the people queuing up. How could they be so blind?

There are already 194, can we go somewhere else?

"Princess, let's go back to the manor. General Wang might be back." Xiao Guozi finally couldn't help but persuade her.

Zhao Shu lowered her head and said, "This is nothing. Other doctors have seen countless patients. Your princess is far inferior. Don't you feel ashamed?"

"It's not shameful. Even if it were, they wouldn't dare say anything." Xiao Guozi wished he could drive everyone in line away.

Suddenly, someone cut in line in the long queue, saying, "Ten taels of silver, cut in line."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Shu looked over and saw Huo Baichuan already seated, placing his hand on her low table. "Female Bian Que, I haven't been able to eat or drink lately. I don't know what the problem is. Could you take a look?"

"Master Huo..." Xiao Guozi and the others behind Zhao Shu were about to bow, but he stopped them.

Zhao Shu gently placed her hand on his pulse, frowned, and remained silent for a long time.

"What? Is it an incurable disease?" Huo Baichuan pretended to be scared, making Zhao Shu unable to continue her act.

Zhao Shu bit her lip and nodded. "You have no pulse, I'm afraid you won't live much longer. I advise you to prepare for your funeral. Do you have any last words? If there is no heir to inherit the family property, I am willing to do it for you."

“Knowing you’re greedy, I didn’t leave anything for anyone else, I left the biggest fortune to you.” Huo Baichuan flipped his hand and grabbed her wrist, then suddenly stood up and whispered in her ear, “For myself.”

Zhao Shu shook him off, stood up and walked towards the gate of the yamen. Xiao Guozi and the others couldn't wait for her to go in, so they waved to urge the people who were queuing to go elsewhere, and then they also entered Jiangnan Prefecture.

"What are you doing in Jiangnan?" Zhao Shu asked irritably.

Huo Baichuan walked alongside her. "Of course I came to find you. How about it, are you touched?"

"Did I ask you to come to me? Why should I be moved?" Zhao Shu retorted sarcastically.

He wasn't angry. Instead, he took out a packet of seasoning from his wide sleeve and said, "Your cook was worried that you weren't eating well, so she asked me to bring you a stewed chicken."

Zhao Shu snatched it from his hand, smelled it, and found the aroma delicious. She then handed it to Xiao Guozi, saying, "Go and prepare the wine and dishes."

"Really? What are you doing in Jiangnan?" Zhao Shu was very curious. Wasn't it a bit irresponsible of this guy to come to Jiangnan instead of staying in the capital?

Huo Baichuan glanced at her lazily and blinked. "I really came to see you."

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