Back at Qinghui Courtyard, Xiao Jingzhao sat at his desk, his narrow phoenix eyes radiating coldness, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table.
After a moment, seeing his master's finger stop, he bowed to Song and said, "Does Master need pen and ink?"
Xiao Jingzhao gave him an approving look, his gaze slightly lowered: "No rush, let me plan some more."
Xiang Yang was completely bewildered; what his master and Xiang Song were saying sounded like a riddle to him.
After a moment, seeing that his master did not speak, he said, "Master, I have made arrangements. The news of the prince's injury will absolutely not be known to Xiuzhu Pavilion."
The young master has just started to recover; we can't let him get anxious or upset.
Xiao Jingzhao said calmly, "The fact that the prince was injured upon returning to the manor must not be leaked, either internally or externally."
"I will issue another gag order."
Watching Xiang Yang walk away, Xiang Song said worriedly, "Master, our forces are limited. Compared to the Embroidered Uniform Guard in the capital, our chances of winning are only fifty percent. If the capital recalls its border troops as reinforcements, we have no chance at all."
Xiao Jingzhao was well aware of this principle.
The royal princes had long harbored resentment, each secretly maintaining their own private armies in their fiefdoms. However, none of them dared to act rashly, as none of them were easy to deal with. If anyone wanted to borrow troops, they would inevitably want a share of the spoils.
Everyone wants to let others bear the risks so they can reap the benefits.
Seeing that the coldness around his master had dissipated, Xiang Song looked out the window and said, "Master, rest now! Tomorrow we still need to look at the registers that the Prince brought back and count the number of refugees in various places."
etc……
Refugees?
Xiao Jingzhao's eyes lit up.
"Serve me with pen and ink."
Seeing his master's brows relax, Xiang Song was overjoyed and hurriedly stepped forward to grind ink.
The following day, Xiao Jingzhao summoned a group of advisors, while Xiang Song led the guards to wait outside the council hall, not allowing even a fly to enter.
Xiangyang led the coachman to pick up Jiang Shuyue from Jishetang to come for the young master's follow-up examination.
Jiang Shuyue entered Xiuzhu Pavilion and saw a man painting in the flower hall. He was gentle and refined, with a rosy complexion, completely different from the sickly and weak man of a few days ago.
Upon seeing his savior, Xiao Kang gently pinched the cuff of his right sleeve with his left hand and elegantly put down his brush and ink.
"Little Guizi, come and sit down."
Xiao Kang stood up and walked to the small table to the side, raising his hand in a gesture of invitation: "Miss Jiang, please."
He was a gentleman, handsome and refined, with a clear and pure smile, as if he had never seen the hustle and bustle of the world.
Jiang Shuyue smiled in response: "Young Master looks to be recovering well, which shows that the people in your room are taking good care of you."
"Miracle doctor, please have some tea."
When Xiangcao and Liu'er heard the divine doctor's affirmation of them, they beamed with joy and respectfully served tea and pastries.
Jiang Shuyue felt embarrassed by being called a "miracle doctor" repeatedly. She smiled at the two maids and said, "Just call me Miss Jiang. I dare not accept the title of 'miracle doctor'."
“Your medical skills are superb, young lady, you are certainly qualified.” Xiangcao said earnestly.
Xiao Kang smiled without saying a word, and gently lifted his robe to sit opposite the small table.
Jiang Shuyue opened the medicine box and took out a pulse pillow.
Xiangcao took a silk handkerchief and placed it on Xiao Kang's fair wrist.
The pulse was slightly weaker, a stark contrast to the previous few days.
Jiang Shuyue withdrew her hand and nodded, saying, "You've recovered quite well. I'll leave you another prescription to help you recover; you can use it in half a month."
The young master's chronic illness had weakened his body, making him unable to tolerate tonics. The royal physicians understood this principle.
Jiang Shuyue left behind the prescription and several bottles of spray, gave some instructions, and then took her leave.
"Please wait a moment, young lady!"
Just as Jiang Shuyue slung the first-aid kit over her shoulder, Xiao Kang called out to her.
"Young Master, the Princess sent someone to deliver a considerable amount of medical fees, so there's no need to pay again this time."
Xiao Kang smiled faintly, rolled up a painting on the table and put it into the scroll: "Miss, you misunderstand. Miss, you have miraculous healing skills. I have nothing to repay you with, except for my painting skills, which are still presentable. Please accept them."
Jiang Shuyue is also a painter, and if she is willing to give away calligraphy and paintings, they must be her masterpieces.
She reached out and took the scroll with both hands, smiling slightly: "Thank you, young master."
The eldest son of the Prince's mansion possessed extraordinary calligraphy skills. Su Hui also loved calligraphy and painting, so she took the opportunity to present the work to her so that Su Hui could practice copying it.
Xiang Yang escorted Jiang Shuyue out of Xiuzhu Pavilion.
Xiao Guizi put away the spray and prescription. He asked in confusion, "Master, why didn't you explain to Miss Jiang that one of your paintings is worth at least several hundred taels of silver, no less than the consultation fee?"
"Talking about money is vulgar."
Xiao Guizi was speechless.
The young master of our family has been so well protected by the prince, princess and heir that he knows nothing of the hardships of the world.
After leaving the Prince's Mansion, Jiang Shuyue was escorted back to Jishetang by Xiangyang and the coachman.
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On the bustling street, two small figures walked hand in hand through the crowd.
"Sheng Sheng, can you hear the drums? Are we too late?"
"No, watch your step." Shui Sheng held Sui Sui's little hand with one hand and braced the back of the person in front of him with the other, protecting Sui Sui in front of him.
The cries of street vendors selling snacks rose and fell, making Sui Sui's mouth water.
Shui Sheng was afraid that Sui Sui would be stepped on, so he shouted loudly, "Make way, make way!"
Pushing through the crowd and across the street, the two continued walking along the eaves of the shops lining the street.
"Sheng Sheng, look, the lion is dancing!"
Every year she was so happy that she danced with joy.
Suddenly, Sui Sui pouted and stared at the teahouse in front of her, "What if the waiter won't let us go up?"
Shui Sheng gritted his teeth and said, "Let's say we're going up to find Father. If Xiao Er still won't let us go up, I'll cry in front of them."
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