Knowing that Xiao Jingzhao didn't have time to rest in bed, Jiang Shuyue took out gauze and bandaged the wound again.
"Remember, you can't use force on his hand. If the gel doesn't fall off, the wound will heal in just three days. If you use force and the wound reopens, you'll have to stitch it up next time."
Jiang Shuyue stood up, gently lifted Xiao Jingzhao's injured arm and placed it in a safe position, then pulled the blanket over him to cover him up.
Perhaps it was because taking care of Sui Sui had become a habit, Jiang Shuyue casually lowered the gauze curtain as well.
She turned around and took out the medicine from her bundle, explaining how to use it as she did so.
"These are all external wound medications. After three days, gently remove the transparent dressing and change the dressing. After changing the dressing, simply bandage it with gauze."
"If you have a fever, you can ask the imperial physician to prescribe antipyretic decoction."
"No, no, young lady, are you neglecting your master?"
Xiang Song blurted out in excitement.
Seeing Jiang Shuyue's surprise, he changed his words and said, "Miss, please don't misunderstand. What I meant was that the people in the palace are complicated. Who knows if there are still any remnants who want to harm Master? It would be safest for me to go and pick you up to enter the palace to help Master change his medicine another day."
Qiuju was furious. Her young mistress hadn't had a proper rest these past two days, and this trip back would mean it would be the middle of the night again.
Her young lady still needs to be raised to be fair and plump so that she can throw an embroidered ball from the flower tower to find a husband.
She glared at Xiang Song, annoyed. "Miss told you to change the dressing yourself. Why make things so complicated for my lady?"
"Please calm down, young lady. I'm clumsy and afraid I might do something wrong that could affect your recovery. That wound just now was bleeding because I bandaged it!" Xiang Song explained with a smile, neither angry nor annoyed.
Jiang Shuyue looked at Song and realized he didn't seem to be lying. She could guess what the situation was like in the palace.
"Alright, I will go to the palace to change the dressing in three days."
Xiang Song couldn't hide the smile on his face as he followed the two of them out.
"Thank you, young lady. If it's convenient, could you bring Young Master Sui Sui to the palace in three days? My master misses him." Xiang Song took a quick step forward and bowed obsequiously, looking just like a proper chief eunuch.
Just as she reached the door, Jiang Shuyue suddenly remembered someone, and she paused slightly.
"There is a knife maker in the palace named Lin Miaoshou. He is trustworthy. Please ask the guards for help. The palace is in turmoil right now, so it is inconvenient for Sui Sui to appear. It will be better to see Sui Sui after he has sorted things out in the palace."
Xiang Song naturally understood who Jiang Shuyue was referring to when she said "him".
"Don't worry, young lady, I will definitely find the knife maker Lin Miaoshou. You say he is trustworthy. Now is the time when we need people, and the master will surely give him an important position. The palace stewards have been arranged, and everything will be in order soon."
Xiang Song grinned obsequiously, completely ignoring Qiu Ju's displeasure. Each served their own master, and Xiang Song understood her feelings.
Times have changed. In the past, the master was the heir apparent, and Miss Jiang was unconventional and had no interaction with the master.
Now that the master's status is different, the young lady is also secretly helping him. There is also Sui Sui between the two. As long as he creates more opportunities for the two of them, there will always be a place for Miss Jiang in this huge harem.
Jiang Shuyue nodded in satisfaction, unaware that Xiang Song had already envisioned a grand coronation ceremony in his mind.
Xiang Song personally escorted Jiang Shuyue and the others out of the palace gate.
After watching the carriage disappear from sight, Xiang Song turned and returned to the palace.
When they entered the palace, the moon was shining brightly in the sky, but now it has hidden behind the clouds, and the sky is as if it has been covered by a curtain.
Under the cover of night, several ghostly figures followed the carriage from a distance.
The dark figure only turned and disappeared into the night after the carriage entered the Jiang residence.
...
After returning, Xiang Song immediately sent someone to inquire about Lin Miaoshou's whereabouts. Then he stayed by the bedside and dozed off, occasionally touching his master's forehead with his hand.
An hour later, seeing that his master's body temperature had not changed, Xiang Song finally felt relieved.
Xiao Jingzhao did not sleep well that night.
He dreamt of court intrigue, with ministers accusing him of plotting a rebellion and usurping the throne. He dreamt of himself and the court officials having a fit of rage.
The fragrance of women wafted past his nose, and courtiers, eager to please him, sent countless beauties into the palace.
Just as the beautiful woman was about to throw herself into his arms, he raised his hand to refuse her. As soon as he raised his arm, a chill ran through him, and he woke up with a start.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that my raised arm was still hanging in mid-air, completely bare.
Where did my sleeve go?
"Master, don't move. Miss Jiang said that if your wound reopens, it will need to be stitched up." Xiang Song quickly took his master's arm and carefully put it down.
"Miss Jiang? She came by?" Xiao Jingzhao said, his gaze falling on the neatly bandaged arm, a strange emotion flashing through his mind.
Xiang Song quickly pulled the quilt over himself. "It was I who took the liberty of inviting Miss Jiang. Although there are many imperial physicians in the palace, I dare not trust any of them. Miss Jiang instructed me not to catch a cold, not to exert myself, and to rest well for more than ten days."
Xiang Song knew that his master was ignoring the doctor's advice, so he deliberately exaggerated the situation.
“No, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. Tomorrow we must announce to the world the change of dynasty, and the autumn examinations are also imminent.” Xiao Jingzhao said, propping himself up with one hand.
Xiang Song was no match for his master, so he had no choice but to help him change his clothes.
At this moment, the guard who had been sent out to look for Lin Miaoshou saw Xiao Jingzhao get up and peeked out the window to report: "There used to be a knife maker named Lin in the washroom, but now his whereabouts are unknown."
"Understood. Have someone keep an eye out for it." Xiang Song waved his hand.
The guards withdrew, and Xiao Jingzhao looked at Song, "Do you know anyone from your past in the palace?"
"No, she's an old friend of Miss Jiang. She probably took advantage of the chaos to leave the palace. It's a pity we couldn't find Lin Miaoshou."
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