An Yi gripped the folded book tightly, feeling an indescribable sadness in her heart.
Resentment, unwillingness, and grievance, but mostly feeling that their own heir was not worthy of such treatment.
Their crown prince risked his life on the battlefield, nearly sacrificing himself for his country several times, and even almost losing his life in the vortex of factional strife.
Even so, these people still remained wary of him and suppressed him.
They wanted him to guard the border permanently, but they didn't want to hand over military power to him.
The crown prince was appointed to guard the border city for half a year in a time of crisis. He only had the power to call on the soldiers to obey his orders, but he did not even have the position of a general. Since the founding of the Great Jin Dynasty, such a thing is unique!
If word gets out, people will cover their mouths and laugh at them.
Having followed him for so many years, Song Yanqing knew very well what his subordinate was thinking. "There's no point in overthinking. Go and make the arrangements."
Upon hearing this, An Yi suppressed his almost exposed emotions, accepted the order, and left the tent.
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After Lu Qiqi brought the cotton ball back to her tent, she put the black cloth that wrapped the cotton ball into a wooden box to ensure its cleanliness and hygiene.
It should only be opened when needed or when supplies are required.
Perhaps inspired by Doctor Zhao, the doctors in the wounded soldiers' camp rushed to the medicine tent, each carrying a large bundle of cotton back to their own tent.
In the past few days, what Lu Qiqi saw most often was that these doctors would take out cotton from their medicine boxes and bury themselves in making cotton balls during their free time after lunch.
Actually, it's not just cotton balls; for small wounds, using cotton swabs can save on alcohol.
The reason Lu Qiqi didn't tell them was that cotton swabs require a lot of smooth, thin bamboo, and also require a lot of manual labor to wrap the cotton around the bamboo skewer.
Most importantly, without disinfection measures, the cotton will become even more unhygienic, which would be putting the cart before the horse.
Therefore, the thought that flashed through her mind was immediately crushed by Lu Qiqi and never mentioned again.
In the days that followed, whenever they had a spare moment, the doctors would wash their hands and rub cotton balls. Some even competed to see who could rub the cotton balls the fastest and roundest.
Lu Qiqi said she didn't understand but respected their strange little competitions.
The combination of anhydrous alcohol and spring water increases the anti-inflammatory effect several times over, thus reducing the incidence of inflammation and high fever among wounded soldiers.
This caused a chain reaction, which resulted in a corresponding reduction in the workload of Lu Qiqi and the others.
To her surprise, seven days passed without any further fighting in the three border camps.
In the past, there would have been at least a small battle within these seven days. Has the Tatar suddenly changed their ways?
Or did the execution of three doctors in the army serve as a warning, prompting them to change their tactics?
What she didn't know was that all of this was under Song Yanqing's control.
Upon arriving at the camp, Qin Shiyu immediately went to the commander's tent to report the situation to Song Yanqing.
Song Yanqing poured Qin Shiyu a cup of tea, as if he were entertaining an old friend.
It was called tea, but it was actually bamboo leaf water that Lu Qiqi had ordered the kitchen to boil.
If it weren't for the fact that this stuff shouldn't be drunk in large quantities, Song Yanqing would have loved to replace all the tea bricks in the camp with fragrant, slightly bitter bamboo leaves.
Qin Shiyu has always been a free-spirited and unrestrained person; she has never done things like sipping tea or reciting poetry.
Just like this bamboo leaf water, when she drank it, she couldn't tell the difference between it and her usual tea.
After finishing a cup of bamboo leaf water, she moistened her throat and said, "Your Highness, all the Tatars who disguised themselves as wounded soldiers and infiltrated the border city during the Battle of Ximen are dead."
Song Yanqing, who was continuing to add tea for Qin Shiyu, paused for a moment.
Then, the sound of tea being poured and his voice rang out simultaneously: "Dead? Why? Have you found out what happened?"
Qin Shiyu recalled the situation of sending people to supervise them recently, saying, "These people are all seriously injured, and I specially sent a doctor to treat them."
According to the doctor, the Tartars spoke no differently than the people of the Great Jin Dynasty, and there was no discernible accent in their speech.
Their injuries should have healed in less than seven days, but for some unknown reason, they all suddenly committed suicide overnight.
Even though the Tatars could speak the official language of the Great Jin Dynasty, they still had a tribal accent to some extent, and their voices were not as melodious as those of the Great Jin people.
Song Yanqing learned that the Tatars who had infiltrated the military camp could speak the official language of the Great Jin Dynasty.
It seems that completely eliminating the Tatars who have infiltrated the border town will be much more difficult in the future.
However, Song Yanqing could still guess a thing or two about the Tatars' sudden suicide overnight: "These Tatars must have had an agreement with their messengers. Perhaps the fact that they didn't come to meet us within the agreed time means something went wrong."
To avoid any unexpected incidents that could implicate their companions who had infiltrated the border town, they decided to investigate themselves. This would relieve their contact person of any worries and also ensure that their companions remained undetected.
Qin Shiyu had already guessed most of what Song Yanqing was saying when he arrived, and after hearing what he said, he was even more certain that the person who was meeting them was definitely not someone whose official rank could be ignored.
Qin Shiyu said, "So many Tatars who could speak the official language of the Great Jin Dynasty died overnight. I wonder if the people who orchestrated this will feel any heartache upon hearing this news."
Whether Song Yanqing felt sorry for them or not, it was certainly not a good thing for the Tatars to be consciously learning the official language of the Great Jin Dynasty.
If these Tatars become ambitious and do not set their sights on the border cities, then the land of the Great Jin Dynasty will forever be filled with countless thorns, piercing the bodies of the Great Jin people.
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