Chapter 385: Anger can cause harm

Ji Tong lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Wenjing's hostile eyes. He sneered in his heart, but said, "Since I also called you Brother Wenjing, your sister will naturally react the same as my sister. Why is she reacting so strongly?"

Jiang Wenjing frowned and looked at him. Ji Tong, who was still smiling, also stopped smiling.

"Okay, then I don't want to be the boss anymore, right?"

Jiang Wenjing's face suddenly became worse.

Ji Tong's eyes were slightly puzzled, and then he heard Jiang Wenjing's extremely cold voice: "What do you mean by not being the boss anymore? You still dare to complain?!"

Ji Tong: "..."

"Then I will be the boss?"

Jiang Wenjing suddenly became dumb again, and just looked at him with a heavy look.

Ji Tong: “…”

He couldn’t be one, nor could he not be one. So he was here to entertain the brother and sister, right?

Ugh!

Ji Tong, who had been seriously injured and had blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth.

[I’ve become a part of the play, hahahaha.]

[Are you angry? Really angry.]

The attendant at the side hurried to wipe it off, and Jiang Zhiyu and Jiang Wenjing also withdrew.

On the way, Jiang Wenjing asked doubtfully: "You can’t, you really just want to piss him off."

Jiang Zhiyu retorted without hesitation: "How could that be, how could I be so bored."

[Hehe, I am just so bored. 】

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu: "I came to make him angry, mainly to help you, second brother."

"Look, there are still a few months before the expedition to Nanlong. Anything can happen. There is no guarantee that Ji Tong will not have any backup plans, such as taking a magic pill, or like Tudola, having some witch doctor or doctor to treat his injuries."

"What if he is cured just before the expedition, wouldn't that be a problem?"

Although Jiang Wenjing knew she was talking nonsense, after listening carefully, there was indeed some logic in what she said.

But——

"What does this have to do with you coming here to irritate him? With you here, you can always tell whether Ji Tong has taken his medicine or not?"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded affirmatively: "That's one aspect. On the other hand, second brother should have heard of the saying: anger is harmful to the body."

"If you irritate him every day, his physical recovery will be slower."

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

Is there any medical reason for this?

[Mood does affect physical recovery, but this is only one aspect.]

[The most important thing is, I just want to have fun.]

Jiang Wenjing: "..."

You are worthy of it.

"Come to think of it," Jiang Zhiyu changed the subject, her cheerful tone turned solemn: "He was indeed secretly taking medicine. Logically, with such a serious injury, he should not even be able to speak clearly now, but now, he actually has extra blood to spit out."

"It's simply unbelievable."

Jiang Wenjing paused and looked at her with complicated eyes.

However, with her shallow understanding, that 'extra blood' might be what Ji Tong replenished after several days.

...

After Concubine Duan gave Song Shiwei the sachet, she squatted in the corner of the Imperial Hospital for three consecutive days before she saw someone.

Song Shiwei was about to salute her, but she pulled him down and said, "To make a long story short, I can only stay for half an hour."

"I know the relationship between you and Xiao Yanli."

The first sentence of Concubine Duan made Song Shiwei, who had a calm face, suddenly widen her eyes.

"At the first palace banquet, Concubine Yu asked for an imperial decree to grant a marriage, and I felt something was wrong. That person has always been arrogant, how could he tolerate his son marrying a prime minister's adopted daughter."

Song Shiwei cared most about being mentioned about her identity, and her eyes turned cold at that moment.

Only Concubine Duan was anxious and didn't pay attention.

"You must have a way to contact Xiao Yanli. Tell him that as long as he helps my son seize military power, I will let my son..."

"Your Majesty really thinks highly of Shiwei," Song Shiwei stood up and looked down at her before she finished speaking.

Concubine Duan's eyes were full of doubt.

"What kind of person is the Sixth Prince? How can Shi Wei be so high up as to marry him? The Fifth Prince is a dragon among men. He can definitely seize the military power on his own. Concubine Duan doesn't have to worry."

What she meant by this was a rejection.

Concubine Duan was stunned for a moment.

The wind rustled the leaves of the trees, and Concubine Duan could still hear the voices of the palace maids calling her in the distance.

"The Queen is dead, and now is a great opportunity for Xiao Yanli to ascend to the throne. If he gets the support of my son, he will not be far from the position of the East Palace. By then, you who have helped him the most will have no worries about becoming the Crown Princess."

"Are you really going to refuse?"

Because she was worried that the palace maids would come looking for her, she spoke very quickly.

Song Shiwei looked at her mockingly.

Parental love can make people blind.

With Xiao Siyuan's IQ, he can only deceive Jiang Sulan. If

Xiao Siyuan really wants to help Xiao Yanli, he will have to hand over the position of crown prince to Xiao Chuji.

The shouts were getting closer and closer, and Song Shiwei had no intention of staying any longer. She turned around and left without saying anything.

Concubine Duan squatted on the ground, staring at her back.

She wanted to call Song Shiwei, but because of the shouts that were getting closer and closer, she didn't say anything.

After having the idea of ​​pulling Song Shiwei in her mind, Concubine Duan would set aside an hour every day to play hide-and-seek games with the palace maids and eunuchs.

If they found her in advance, she would be angry.

After several times, they would only come to find her after an hour.

But it's obviously not even an hour yet, how come they came so quickly?

Concubine Duan squatted in the corner, muttering to herself.

"Found it! Here!"

A maid saw the dress on Concubine Duan with sharp eyes and shouted loudly. A chaotic sound of footsteps sounded, and more and more people came.

Concubine Duan's eyelids twitched wildly, and she kept muttering: "I am a mushroom, I am a mushroom."

"My queen, let's go with the family."

Concubine Duan paused in her mumbling, and continued to mutter: "I am a mushroom, I am a mushroom."

Seeing that she was not cooperating, Chao En sighed in a pretentious manner: "We all saw it, what are you still trying to argue with, my queen?"

He waved the dust, and several eunuchs rushed up and pressed her down tightly.

Concubine Duan struggled hard, and her long nails left long scars on the eunuchs.

Several eunuchs ran very fast, and before they could see her beyond all recognition, they finally sent Concubine Duan to Yu's study.

Concubine Duan was also in a very bad state at this moment.

Her hair was scattered in front of her, her clothes were a little open, there were some bruises on the back of her hands, and she was kneeling on the ground and gasping for breath.

The emperor was stunned for a few seconds when he saw her like this.

When Concubine Duan recovered, she found that it was not only her who was kneeling in Yu's study, but also Song Shiwei.

She was shocked.

They had just met, and she had threatened her. Could it be that she was the one who told the secret?

About three cups of tea later, those people found her after she left. If she was the one who told the secret, it was not impossible.