Chapter 43 Okay, okay, let's play it this way, right?

In the study, Jiang Zhaorong was sitting in front of a square rosewood table with a ganoderma pattern, holding his forehead with his hand. The documents on the table were scattered and piled to one side, and his brows were almost wrinkled into a "chuan" character.

Taohong led Jiang Zhiyu in, her voice as soft as water: "Prime Minister, the third lady is here."

Jiang Zhaorong smiled.

In the past, no one except his three sons and Song Shiwei could set foot in Jiang Zhaorong's study.

Jiang Zhaorong personally stood up, pressed Jiang Zhiyu to sit down, and then stuffed a cup of tea into her hand, and dismissed all the servants and closed the door tightly.

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

[Hiss, if you know something, tell me, if you don't know, I think you want to kill someone to silence them. 】

【Besides, let's just talk about the matter. Making it so mysterious is like covering one's ears and stealing a bell. Isn't it telling others that we are discussing a secret...】

Jiang Zhaorong thought about it for a while, and it seems to make sense.

But since the door is closed, it doesn't matter. Let's talk about business.

"Zhiyu, your medical skills are so superb. Your father wants to ask you a favor... Do you think He Yanting's leg has a chance to stand up?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

Regardless of whether this is possible or not, she put down the teacup, her face full of confusion: "How did father know?"

Wasn't she wearing a vest?

Jiang Zhaorong paused, then said frankly: "The boy from the Shi family said it."

Shi Zongxin?

Jiang Zhiyu understood.

【That's not surprising. 】

But...

Jiang Zhiyu frowned in embarrassment: "It's not a question of whether he can stand or not. What he said is that he can stand when he wants to, and can't stand when he doesn't want to. It's just a state of standing, understand me?"

Jiang Zhaorong was confused.

[Help me, I can't just tell this cheap father that he is pretending. ]

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

Wouldn't he understand if I said that? Besides, what's the matter with that cheap father? He is the prime minister, he should be your father!

After refuting in his heart, Jiang Zhaorong was in trouble again.

If He Yanting is pretending, what's the use of his medical skills?

As long as he insists that he can't stand up, who can do anything to him?

Will his own son be unable to escape from the battlefield after all?

He was immersed in his own thoughts, and Jiang Zhiyu did not disturb him. He stood up and walked around.

When he walked to the table, he saw the secret report that other ministers were preparing to write a joint letter to prevent Jiang Wenjing from returning to Beijing and continuing the Northern Expedition.

Jiang Zhiyu's mind moved, this is not a good way to go!

[In another week, an earthquake will occur on the way to Mobei. Most of the army led by the second brother will be buried and seriously injured. They were also ambushed by a group of little bastards and the second brother was captured alive! ]

Jiang Zhaorong was even more nervous. The people of Mobei were brutal and belligerent! If Wenjing was captured by them, Jiang Zhaorong didn't dare to think about what he would encounter.

[This war cannot be fought now, the second brother must return to Beijing! 】

Jiang Zhaorong nodded repeatedly, sighing in his heart. It was a pity that Zhiyu was a woman and could not attend the court. The radical factions in the court instigated the emperor every day, and with the frequent reports of victory from the front line, the emperor’s intention was very clear when he went to court today.

If the joint letter of other ministers was submitted, Wen Jing would really be hopeless.

Jiang Zhaorong was in a very urgent mood.

Jiang Zhiyu picked up a pen, scribbled a few words on the paper, and handed it to Jiang Zhaorong: "Father, please ask someone to send it over quickly, and let my second brother avoid these places. I'm thinking of a way!"

【Can I go disguised as a man? What if something unexpected happens along the way? No, if I leave, what if Song Shiwei steals my house! 】

【These two are not easy to deal with! It's so difficult for me! 】

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

He took the note from Jiang Zhiyu, "The emperor dotes on He Yanting very much. Starting with him, there may be some hope."

Jiang Zhiyu: "Then I'll give it a try."

【He's a villain anyway, so I'll expose some gossip about the protagonist to him, and that should work. 】

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

...

The general's mansion is only two streets away from the prime minister's mansion. The general has great power, and the general's mansion is also decorated extremely magnificently.

The mansion is spacious and gorgeous, with carved beams and painted rafters, and it is magnificent.

Jiang Zhiyu was led by a maid into the lobby. The four corners of the eaves were high up, like an eagle spreading its wings and flying high.

He Yanting was sitting in the main seat. When he heard the movement, he raised his eyes and looked over quietly.

Jiang Zhaorong originally wanted to come with Jiang Zhiyu. It would not sound good if a lady from a noble family asked to see a man from outside the family. But Jiang Zhiyu thought that if Jiang Zhaorong was here, she would be restrained in everything she said, so she refused to let him come.

"Miss San came here to cure Mr. Ben's leg?"

Jiang Zhiyu sat down: "Yes, Mr. Ben must have heard that the miracle doctor is a close friend of my brother. He is now in the prime minister's residence after returning from his travels. I was taught by the miracle doctor when I was a child, so I dared to give it a try."

[Wow, I really don't want to see this face.]

He Yanting: "..."

Even if he didn't go to court, he was still clear about the movements in the court, and naturally knew Jiang Zhiyu's intention to ask for a meeting.

Originally, he wanted to let her go after getting some secrets out of her, but since she despised his face so much in her heart, he had to embarrass her no matter what he said.

"Miss San may not know that I have lost my feeling in my leg since I was injured in the battlefield. Even the head of the Imperial Hospital can't help me. How can I trust Miss San?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "Don't worry, my lord. The special skill of a miracle doctor is to make people stand up again. You can rest assured."

[You are so hesitant. You are pretending to be sick for no reason. You use needles to seal the acupoints every day. After a long time, your leg will be ruined.]

He Yanting: "..."

"There is no time to waste. Let's start now. Please ask the maids to prepare water. Take a bath for half an hour to relax the meridians, and then change the water to soak these herbs."

Jiang Zhiyu took out a neatly bundled herbal medicine and placed it on the table.

He Yanting looked confused.

Where did she get it from?

When she came in just now, she clearly had nothing on her!

Was he seeing things?

[Well, after all, he came to ask for help, so I should be kind and help him to clear the blood clots that are stuck inside.]

He Yanting: "..."

His expression was a little speechless. He ordered the servants to take the herbs away, and said sideways: "It will take some time to prepare things. Why don't you let Miss Third push this young master to see the scenery of the general's mansion?"

Jiang Zhiyu readily agreed.

The maids serving around paused for a moment. When Jiang Zhiyu walked over, she made eye contact with a maid, and there was a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

Jiang Zhiyu: ???

[It's just pushing a wheelchair. What's there to sympathize with? Besides, this wooden wheelchair, if you push it, it will...】

The voice stopped abruptly.

He Yanting chuckled: "What's wrong, Miss San?"

Jiang Zhiyu secretly added some strength, and the wheelchair did not move.

【Okay, okay, this is how we play, right?】