This wheelchair had obviously been specially processed. Jiang Zhiyu stared at He Yanting's right hand on the armrest and sneered in her heart.
[That's it?]
He Yanting's smile instantly disappeared, and alarm bells rang in his heart: "Three..."
Before he could finish his words, the man and the entire wheelchair rushed out like a sword from a bow!
There were many attendants in the general's mansion, and everyone who saw them stood there with their mouths wide open, looking astonished.
What flew by?!
Despite such great force, the wheels of the wheelchair did not move at all. Jiang Zhiyu took advantage of the fact that he could not see and had an extremely exaggerated smile on his face.
【Fly! I want to fly higher! Fly higher! 】
[My wings stir up a storm, and my heart roars.]
He Yanting: “…”
He held the button tightly in his hand. The wind blowing in his face made it difficult for him to open his mouth, and his breathing quickened rapidly.
This Third Miss! How can she be so strong?
Jiang Zhiyu wanted to embarrass him, so he walked back and forth several times and finally stopped slowly among the servants who were kneeling on the ground.
She stood obediently, blinking her eyes, revealing her little fangs and dimples. "It's okay, Master He. I'm a bit strong to begin with, and I accidentally used too much force just now. Master He, are you okay? Are you dizzy? Do you feel like vomiting?"
He Yanting, his heart beating like a drum, said: "...Nothing, nothing."
His voice was hoarse, and the veins on his hand that was pressing the button were bulging. It took him a while to recover.
The hair that was bound by the hair crown was also crooked at this moment, and the whole person looked as if he had just experienced a level 10 wind disaster, extremely pitiful.
The attendants surrounding him couldn't help but look at Jiang Zhiyu again. They saw that she was dressed neatly, even her hair at the temples was not messy, and she looked at He Yanting with concern.
Servants: It’s a ghost.
"Miss, I'm sure you've tired me out just now! My bedroom is just ahead. I'm sure everything is ready. Miss, just come over slowly."
He gritted his teeth and said he was tired and took his time, but Jiang Zhiyu ignored him and said, "Thank you for your concern, sir. I'm not tired. I'd rather push you."
[It feels a little bit good, let’s do it again! ]
He Yanting: ???
He said "Hmm?" The guards beside her didn't dare to let her take action. They rushed to stop her and almost knelt down to beg her.
Jiang Zhiyu then withdrew his hand with a lingering feeling.
He Yanting's bedroom seemed to be separated from the general's mansion. It was extremely simple. Apart from a bed, a table and a bathtub in the middle, there was nothing else.
He Yanting put his hands on his belt. He never asked anyone to help him dress or undress. The servants left one after another. Only Jiang Zhiyu stood there, staring at him with burning eyes.
The burning gaze beside him was too much to ignore, so he breathed out softly, "Miss Third, I'm going to undress."
Jiang Zhiyu nodded repeatedly: "I know."
He Yanting continued to smile, "Men and women shouldn't touch each other. Miss, why don't you wait until I'm done with my clothes before coming in?"
Jiang Zhiyu shook his head: "Master He, doctors don't distinguish between men and women. Besides, I might be able to find the cause of your illness from you."
[This figure looks great! I can't let it go! ]
He Yanting: “…”
Where's the modesty of a girl? !
He put his hand on his belt and pulled it hard! Anyway, no matter what, he was not the one who suffered the loss, it was just a matter of taking off clothes!
[Wow, you're really just pretending to be paralyzed. You must be working out regularly! Eight-pack abs, s-ha-s-ha! Lick lick lick!]
He Yanting's hands trembled slightly as he undressed her, staring at her in disbelief.
【Why are you looking at me? Keep going!】
[You're shy, right? It's okay. If I can't see your face, I won't be shy anymore!]
Jiang Zhiyu lowered her head slightly, so she couldn't see his face, but she could see his whole body.
[This angle is just right. Not bad, not bad. Now he can take it off without worry.]
He Yanting: “…”
He really thanked her!
In order to maintain his image of pretending to be paralyzed, after he had taken off all his clothes except for his underwear, he called the servant in and put him into the bathtub.
How to say it, Jiang Zhiyu felt that his current expression was one of speechlessness and yet also of collapse, and of indifference in collapse.
Anyway, it's extremely complicated.
Jiang Zhiyu was grinding herbs while thinking about how to bring up that matter. Before she could open her mouth, He Yanting said directly, "Miss Third, you came here not only to treat my leg, right? If you have anything to say, please tell me directly."
Anyway, I won't agree to her request. Want Jiang Wenjing to return to Beijing? Dream on!
Jiang Zhiyu: "Master He is indeed very foresighted. I wonder if you have heard that the emperor is planning to send troops to the north?"
It was obvious that the servants were not willing to listen to this kind of thing, so before He Yanting could say anything, the servants filed out.
Jiang Zhiyu: “…”
Tears of envy flowed from the corners of my eyes.
[Look at how well they are trained, and then look at those in the Prime Minister's Mansion!]
Jiang Zhiyu sighed slowly.
He Yanting: "...I've heard something about it."
Just a servant, what is there to envy?
Jiang Zhiyu threw the herbs in his hand into the tub. "Since you have heard me, I will not waste my words. I hope you can persuade the emperor to stop sending troops."
He Yanting chuckled: "Miss Third really thinks too highly of me. How can I change the emperor's will?"
Jiang Zhiyu whispered, "Of course you can, Your Highness."
He Yanting's eyes narrowed as he chuckled, "What nonsense are you talking about, Third Miss? If someone with ulterior motives heard this, the Prime Minister's Mansion would probably be in jeopardy."
"Your Highness, there's no need to hide it. Since I can speak directly, I must have evidence. Otherwise, how could a girl like me know such royal secrets? Don't you agree?"
He Yanting: “…”
He tilted his head slightly, lazily supporting his chin with one hand, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his eyebrows and eyes smiling, his long eyes slightly narrowed, and a sharp light was faintly visible in his eyes.
He replied in the same breath: "I underestimated you."
Jiang Zhiyu chuckled.
【Who let me know the plot, ahahahaha. 】
"If you want to stop the troops from being dispatched, there must be a reason. Even if I have a holy heart, it doesn't mean that the other party will obey me in everything."
"A week later, an earthquake will occur in Mobei. Of the 100,000 troops heading for the Northern Expedition, nearly 70,000 will be buried underground. These are all the people of Tianqi, Your Highness."
He Yanting's eyes moved slightly, staring at her suspiciously: "How do you know what will happen a week later?"
"When I was in the hunting grounds, I was possessed by a fairy from heaven. Not only did I gain incredible medical skills, but I also knew the future and everyone's fate."
"For example," Jiang Zhiyu looked at his legs, "Your Highness's legs are fake. In fact, Your Highness is not sick at all."
He Yanting originally wanted to reject her, but when he heard her say that, his mind moved slightly.
If what she said was true, he certainly would not have ruined the lives of 70,000 Apocalypse soldiers just for a momentary anger.
"Alright, I'll go and convince His Majesty. If news arrives in a week that there's been no unrest in Mobei, then Miss Three will be fully responsible for this matter. If that's true, I'll report it to His Majesty and appoint Miss Three as Imperial Preceptor."
"Miss San, are you willing to accept?"
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