Shen Yingying may have her own thoughts, but she couldn't directly tell the county magistrate that he was stupid.
So she disliked the magistrate and said to him, "You go and wait to the side, and the county clerk will sit here."
The magistrate was thrilled; this glass bottle was a gift from the Princess Consort of the War King.
He could boast about it for a lifetime, no matter where he goes.
People, if they're not after profit, they'll at least gain some fame.
If you give this little glass bottle to your children, they'll be able to choose their own spouses when it comes to marriage!
Especially if his wife were to wear the glass bottle bestowed upon him by the princess.
Doesn't that lady always walk with her back held high wherever she goes?
The magistrate held the oral liquid bottle tightly in his hand. He wanted to express his gratitude again, but Shen Yingying pulled him aside.
One second ago, the magistrate was overjoyed.
The next second, the magistrate felt like he was standing in the latrine without taking a dump.
The old man, feeling embarrassed, quickly gave up his spot to the county magistrate.
The county magistrate always felt that his master was good.
Shen Yingying thought the county magistrate was stupid and clumsy, but the county assistant saw him as adorably stupid.
The county magistrate noticed that the magistrate's complexion was now rosy, no longer the sickly figure he once was.
He happily said to Xu Rongchang, "Sir, please wait a moment."
Once I've recovered, I need to tell Madam about your recovery.
Let's make the lady happy too!
Seeing how happy the county magistrate was for him, Shen Yingying couldn't help but want to tease the two old men.
So she maliciously told him, "Don't be too happy yet, your master has the plague."
The county magistrate was just happy for his master when he heard Shen Yingying say such a malicious thing.
The old man's happy face froze instantly.
plague?
Oh my god...
The county magistrate was startled by Shen Yingying and turned to look at her, "Your Highness... plague?"
The county clerk, trembling with fear, stammered out his question and then looked at the county magistrate with a tearful expression.
"master……"
The magistrate wasn't frightened by Shen Yingying's words.
Before receiving treatment, he had a general idea of what his condition was like.
Thanks to Shen Yingying's treatment, he now feels that his body is better than when he was younger.
Even in that matter, he felt his energy was stronger than when he was younger.
The magistrate understood his current situation, and seeing the county clerk's anxious expression warmed his heart.
He lowered his voice and said to the county magistrate, "I know my own body well. Thanks to the princess's treatment, I am now almost fully recovered."
Don't worry about me.
The princess should take a good look at you right away!
Upon hearing his master's words, the county magistrate felt relieved.
But he was still worried, "Master, that's a plague, isn't it?..."
The magistrate thought helplessly: This old rascal, he's so easily startled, do you think I can fool him?
"Don't worry, I know my physical condition right now, I'm fine."
You should quickly have the princess treat him, and once he's healed, get me some food.
I'm starving. I feel like I could eat a whole cow right now.
The county magistrate was pleased, for his master never spoke carelessly.
The old man said he was almost fully recovered, which means he was nearly cured.
So the old man's mood brightened again, and he said to the magistrate with a smile, "Yes, sir, I'll go to the kitchen to make you some porridge after I finish reading it."
Shen Yingying looked at the two old men fussing over her, and they seemed like the best of buddies.
Although they were superior and subordinate, they got along quite well.
Shen Yingying quite liked the way the two of them got along.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to tease the county magistrate.
The county magistrate is no longer worried about the magistrate's illness; he wants the princess to examine him as soon as possible.
After finishing his work, he still had to prepare food for the master, who hadn't had a proper meal in many days due to his illness.
Now that my health is almost fully recovered, I should at least get something to help my father recover.
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