Chapter 65 Let Jiang Zhiyu pay the price

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jiang Zhiyu.

The emperor's voice was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Jiang Zhiyu, is what Anle Hou said true?" "Your

Majesty..." Jiang Zhaorong just opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the emperor: "I'm asking her!"

Jiang Zhiyu raised her head and looked directly at the emperor: "Your Majesty, I did treat Mr. Lu, but I never had the slightest intention of harming him."

She was generous and calm, and there was a calmness about her that was not what her age should have.

The emperor's scrutinizing eyes wandered over her, and after a while, they fell back on Anle Hou.

"You said Jiang Zhiyu was the murderer. Do you have any evidence?"

"Yes, Gao Yan, the son of the Minister of Rites, saw it with his own eyes!"

Gao Yan was just a fool. He had never experienced such a scene. He had been shaking since he entered the Golden Palace. When he heard his name, his brain short-circuited, his arms stretched out straight, and his head hit the ground with a loud noise.

The Minister of Rites closed his eyes and couldn't bear to watch.

Gao Yan was born ordinary, and his timid expression, frightened eyes and terrified face made his image even worse.

The emperor felt a little unhappy.

A man, so timid, is not even as good as a twelve-year-old girl!

Gao Yan felt as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on him. He couldn't raise his head, and his voice was timid: "Reply, reply to the emperor, Master Lu was given acupuncture by Miss Jiang. No, because of a bet, not..."

He was incoherent and his words were unclear. Marquis Anle and Lu Yaozu's faces turned pale, especially Marquis Anle, who wanted to kick him again.

Useless thing!

The emperor's eyes were full of disgust: "You can't even explain a sentence clearly?! Jiang Zhiyu, you say it!"

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

[Hiss, why do I feel like I'm in class and I see that others can't do something, and the teacher gets angry and suddenly calls your name? Emperor

: "..."

Jiang Zhiyu complained in her heart, but said quickly: "Your Majesty, it was because on the day when the clinic opened, I happened to see Master Lu and Master Gao. I saw that they had purple eyes and unsteady steps, so I wanted to treat them."

"But the two masters obviously didn't believe in my medical skills. Coincidentally, I was also treating Master He's leg at that time, so I made a bet with Master Lu that if Master He's leg was healed, Master Lu would come to my clinic to treat him and promote my clinic."

"Yesterday, Master He was able to walk normally, so I followed the bet and treated Master Lu. Before he left, Master Lu's face was rosy and there was nothing abnormal. Everyone on Zuiyuelong Street can testify for me."

"I don't know what happened afterwards. The next news I heard about Master Lu was that Marquis Anle brought people to the Prime Minister's residence, claiming that it was me who killed Master Lu."

[Huh, so many words in one breath, so tiring. I didn't even have breakfast. I'm hungry and thirsty.]

[But please don't think of asking me to go to court. I can't bear this kind of hardship.]

[Just let me lie down quietly.]

Emperor: "..."

Jiang Zhaorong: "..."

See, he had told the emperor a long time ago that the biggest obstacle to Jiang Zhiyu's going to court was never the ministers, but Jiang Zhiyu himself.

Compared to Lu Daizong's matter, the emperor was obviously more concerned about another matter: "You just said that Yan Ting's legs are healed?!"

Jiang Zhiyu nodded: "Mr. He was walking on the street yesterday, and many people saw it."

When this was said, all the officials in the court took a breath and looked at her with shock.

The emperor's favor for He Yan Ting was known to everyone in the court. At that time, He Yan Ting's legs were broken and drooped from the knees. The emperor sent all the doctors in the imperial hospital and posted a notice in the capital to find a miracle doctor. Anyone who cured him would be given a high position and generous salary.

Hundreds of people went in and out of the general's mansion every day, but even so, He Yan Ting's legs were still not cured.

But now, it was cured by a twelve-year-old girl? !

Marquis Anle suddenly raised his head and looked at the emperor. On the emperor's face, there was a rare smile.

Marquis Anle cursed in his heart.

He was even more convinced that Jiang Zhiyu had deliberately harmed his son.

The emperor laughed heartily for a rare time and praised Jiang Zhiyu endlessly: "Prime Minister Jiang really gave birth to a good daughter. Her medical skills are so superb that it is not an exaggeration to call her a miracle doctor. Tell me, what reward do you want? I will do it."

[So generous, but I don't want anything now.]

"Your Majesty, can you let me save it and tell Your Majesty next time I think of it?"

She is the first person who dares to bargain with the emperor!

The officials looked at each other and saw that the emperor was not angry and agreed with a smile, so they had their own plans in their hearts.

Marquis Anle and his son can be said to be the unhappiest people in the audience.

Seeing that everyone had forgotten about his son, Marquis Anle coughed lightly: "Your Majesty, since the Third Miss is such a skilled doctor, then my son, didn't she do it on purpose?"

[Yes, yes, I did it on purpose. Your son has been bullying men and women for such a long time, and I have also been ridding the people of harm. Giving him a painless castration is still a bargain for him! ]

The Emperor: "..."

He slightly adjusted his sitting posture, looking at Marquis Anle with some displeasure.

In his early years, Marquis Anle made great contributions to the late emperor and opened up territories. Now that he has succeeded to the throne, he is old and has begun to take care of himself. He

goes to court every day, takes his salary, does not do his job, and only knows how to indulge his two sons.

The emperor has long disliked him.

"Come here, bring Lu Daizong to the palace, and let my imperial physician examine him in person to see if it is really Jiang Zhiyu's poor medical skills that caused this."

Marquis Anle subconsciously wanted to stop him, but the emperor glanced at him and said, "Marquis Anle, do you have anything to say?"

Hearing the impatience in the emperor's tone, Marquis Anle choked.

"No, I have nothing to say."

"In that case, let's wait and see the results. If it is really an accident, I will seek justice for you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Although he said this, Anle Hou was not sure in his heart. He could not remember what the court doctor said before. He only remembered that his son would not be able to have sex in the future.

Under the cover of court robes, his hands hanging at his side clenched into fists.

The emperor had already made a choice between a little son who was spoiled by him and the third daughter of the prime minister's mansion who was known as a miracle doctor at the age of twelve.

The result was no longer important to the emperor. In this game, Jiang Zhiyu won thoroughly.

Not only did he win the title of miracle doctor, but he also won the emperor's favor and the attention of other officials.

After this, I'm afraid everyone knows Jiang Zhiyu...

Marquis Anle knew that the best way to solve the problem was to admit his mistake and say that he was worried about his son and was so impulsive because of anger. But when he thought of his son lying in bed, Marquis Anle couldn't bear it.

Even if he had to risk being disliked by the emperor, he would make Jiang Zhiyu pay the price!