Qin Run glanced at her.
He was quite pleased with her demeanor.
But then he remembered what had happened in the Imperial Study, and his face showed resentment.
"My father is deeply grieved by the matter of my grandmother, the Empress Dowager, and has no heart to argue about this matter."
Su Yulan became anxious upon hearing this.
"Such a good opportunity, is Your Majesty really going to let it slip by?"
Qin Minglang, however, found himself unusually clear-headed.
“We’re not going to let him go for nothing. The Emperor wants to brand Mo Yunhan as unfilial. We have to make sure this is confirmed.”
Qin Run suddenly felt as if he had been enlightened.
"Tell me, how do you do it?"
Qin Minglang leaned down and whispered a few words.
Qin Run's eyes immediately lit up.
"Alright, I'll do as you say. If this is accomplished, Father will surely reward me. I'll be rich, and you'll be my number one general."
A hint of smugness flashed in Qin Minglang's eyes.
He bowed and accepted.
...
Inside the main hall of the Ninth Prince's Mansion,
Mo Yunhan treated Jiang Qingwan's wound again, applied medicine, and changed the bandage with clean and breathable gauze.
Seeing his cautious manner, Jiang Qingwan couldn't help but laugh, "Your meridians aren't damaged, you'll be fine in a few days. The way you're acting, it's like I'm about to die."
"Pah! Pah! Miss, please stop talking nonsense."
Lian'er walked in carrying a food box, her eyes red with tears.
"Such a big wound, and you say it's nothing? How much blood must have been lost?"
As she spoke, she opened the food box, took out all the dishes inside, and placed them in front of Jiang Qingwan.
Bird's nest porridge, red date cake, stir-fried pig's blood, braised pig's liver, deer antler mushroom, pig's blood steamed egg cake...
They are all blood-nourishing.
Jiang Qingwan was overwhelmed by what she saw.
"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"
Lian'er looked up, tears streaming down her face.
"Where is that an exaggeration? Miss, you're already thin; you'll need to eat this blood-nourishing diet for at least seven days."
Jiang Qingwan rubbed her forehead.
She really doesn't need it!
Mo Yunhan picked up the pig's blood chicken cake from the side.
With well-defined muscles and bones, he used a gilded porcelain spoon to scoop out a piece of food and brought it to her lips.
"Sweetie, I'll feed you."
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