Chapter 103 Now it's a perversion

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Gao Zilun snorted coldly and drank by himself.

He Yanting, who was talking to the crown prince Xiao Lingyu, paused and turned to look over.

The emperor had confined all the princes for some unknown reason before, and now the confinement period has not yet expired. If it weren't for the Mid-Autumn Festival, I'm afraid it would take several months for them to come out.

"I don't know if my father has calmed down." Xiao Lingyu's mouth curled up a smile.

"Your Majesty's thoughts, we dare not speak nonsense." He Yanting picked up the wine glass, the two looked at each other, and drank it all.

"By the way, I haven't congratulated you on your promotion to the Minister of War, have another glass."

He Yanting was not surprised that he was still well aware of the outside world during the confinement, and chuckled: "It's also because of her."

Xiao Lingyu smiled meaningfully.

He was about to say something, but suddenly there was a commotion in the hall. Following their gaze, he saw Jiang Zhaorong and Jiang Wenjing slowly approaching the door.

Jiang Zhaorong had an upright posture, as tall as a cypress. From a distance, he looked modest and gentle. Jiang Wenjing, who was standing next to him, was full of vigor and vitality, with black clothes and black hair, and sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples, which made many women blush.

Behind them was Xu Youran, who was wearing a navy blue dress without too many accessories. She looked dignified. Jiang Sulan and Jiang Zhiyu stood on both sides of her. They wore the same color, but gave off different feelings.

Jiang Sulan had gentle eyebrows, willow-leaf eyebrows, and autumn-water eyes. Xiao Siyuan hadn't seen her for such a long time, and for a moment, he was stunned.

Jiang Zhiyu was much more neat. Her appearance was extremely bright and beautiful, as bright as a lotus, with slightly raised eyes and red lips. Anyone who looked at her could not help but be stunned. She

looked like this at such a young age...

Behind them was Song Shiwei. Song Shiwei was wearing a water blue dress, elegant as water. If it was usual, she would attract a lot of praise, but compared with the gorgeous color in front, this elegance seemed a little unsightly.

Seeing the changes in people's eyes, Song Shiwei's silver teeth were almost broken.

But fortunately, compared with Jiang Zhiyu, she was still quite popular, and many noble ladies invited her to come over.

Song Shiwei was secretly proud in her heart, but she pretended to be embarrassed and shouted: "Mother..."

Xu Youran would not stop her: "Go."

She didn't know what had confused her heart in the past, and she actually treated her as her own daughter!

No matter what she did in the future, she would not care.

Song Shiwei walked towards the noble ladies quickly.

As soon as she sat down, Han Qiao, the daughter of the Minister of Revenue, couldn't help asking: "Shiwei, can Zhiyu really cure all diseases? Then my face..."

Han Qiao wore a veil to cover the scars on her face.

When she was a child, she was playing, and the maid beside her didn't watch her. She fell into the well and her face was disfigured since then. The beloved daughter of the Minister of Revenue has been looking for miracle doctors for many years, but there has been no improvement.

Now that she has heard this rumor, and considering that she also cured He Yanting's leg, Han Qiao naturally has some expectations in her heart.

Song Shiwei didn't expect to hear Jiang Zhiyu's name after passing by, and her face changed immediately, which scared Han Qiao.

The other noble ladies also exchanged glances.

Song Shiwei knew that she was showing it too obviously, and tried her best to smile: "Yes, Sister Zhiyu can cure any disease. With your face, she can definitely help you recover as before, and there will be no trace of injury at all."

Han Qiao's eyes sparkled: "Really? It's so magical, Shiwei, please recommend me someone."

Song Shiwei agreed without any hesitation.

Anyway, the rumors about Jiang Zhiyu are so widespread now. Even if she can't cure her, it's none of her business. It's her reputation that's ruined, not her own.

If she can cure her, it will prove that she's a monster!

Seeing her agree so readily, the other noble ladies who were skeptical couldn't help but be moved.

We're all girls, who doesn't want to be beautiful? This is a natural pursuit of beauty, just for ourselves, and has nothing to do with others.

So they all asked Song Shiwei to recommend some for them.

"Humph," Hu Yue snorted coldly: "Have you all forgotten what the third lady's reputation was before? Medical skills? I think she is just deceiving people, otherwise, why is her eldest brother still seriously injured and has never shown up?"

This makes some sense. If she is really a superb medical skill, Jiang Kangan should have stood up long ago.

"Reputation? Reputation can be good or bad. It was the past, but now it is abnormal."

Hu Yue: "???"

The noble ladies were also startled and looked at Jiang Zhiyu who suddenly appeared in surprise.

How can this person walk without making any sound!

Hu Yue was also stunned, her eyes full of vigilance. People who practice martial arts should be more sensitive to people approaching, but she swears that she didn't feel anything just now.

Unless, this person's martial arts are better than hers!

"Did you hear everything?" Hu Yue's voice was a little embarrassed, after all, she was caught saying bad things.

Jiang Zhiyu nodded.

[Alas, it's a pity that you are not the type that my eldest brother likes. ]

[If you ask what love is, it makes people swear to be together for life and death! ]

[Back then, the eldest brother saved Hu Yue, and Hu Yue fell deeply in love with the eldest brother. Such a generous girl, but she was quite cautious in her feelings, so she could only protect him silently. ] [When

the news came that the eldest brother was seriously injured, Hu Yue also helped to find a miracle doctor. After knowing that the eldest brother might not be able to stand up for the rest of his life, she even asked her father to let her marry into the prime minister's mansion to take care of the eldest brother. After being sternly rejected, she did not give up the idea and protected him silently. ]

[What a good girl! Jiang Sulan

was startled. Why did their father never mention this to them?

Did their eldest brother know about it?

Seeing Hu Yue blushing, Jiang Zhiyu knew that she was embarrassed, so she changed the subject considerately: "What do you want to talk to me about, sisters?"

Jiang

Sulan: "..."

The ladies looked at each other, and after thinking it over, Han Qiao couldn't help but speak: "Sister Zhiyu, look at my face, can you cure it?"

She stroked the veil with trembling fingers, swallowed her saliva, and took off the veil.

Even the noble ladies who had seen her many times couldn't help but look away.

Her chin was protruding, and her face was full of pits and scars, some of which were oozing pus and blood, making her look extremely disgusting.

Han Qiao hadn't exposed her face for a long time, and her lips were trembling. She closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at anyone.

She was afraid. She was afraid of seeing other people's disgusted and hateful eyes.

Until she felt the gentle touch of fingers on her face, Han Qiao suddenly opened her eyes.

In those clear eyes, there was no disgust, no sympathy, no regret, but only calmness.

In her eyes, she was just an ordinary person.

"Sister Zhiyu..."

Her voice was trembling and choking, and she almost cried.