Although Song Jing didn't normally interact with Yin Yichen, he still shamelessly brought a few supplements and went to the Prime Minister's residence. He thought all the way that Yin Yichen had always been impartial and fair, and he didn't know if he would be turned away because of his reckless behavior.
But Song Jing couldn't care less now. He had a bad feeling in his heart and had to go to the door to find out the truth.
The servant at the Prime Minister's Mansion saw someone coming and came closer to Song Jing and asked, "Excuse me, who are you?"
Song Jing's eyes revealed a hint of probing, and he asked in a low voice, "I am Song Jing, a colleague of the Prime Minister. I heard that the Prime Minister was ill, so I came to see him. I just wonder if he is home?"
Seeing that the visitor was Song Jing, the gatekeeper hurriedly welcomed him into the Prime Minister's residence and said to him with a smile, "It turns out to be General Song Jing. General, please come in. The Prime Minister is currently recuperating in the residence."
After hearing this, Song Jing nodded in understanding.
The servant stood beside Song Jin and continued to flatter him, "General Song is so righteous that he is willing to come and visit us now. The Prime Minister used to be sick and had no one to look after him, but General Song is the first one to do so and still care about him so much. If the Prime Minister knew about this, he would definitely be very happy."
Song Jing's face flushed when he heard this. He hadn't come to see Yin Yichen specifically to take care of him, he just wanted to confirm whether Yin Yichen was truly ill or just faking it. Don't let the all-powerful Yin Yichen find out about Song Wanning's visit to Putuo Temple and let Yin Yichen escape.
Even though Song Jing was thinking this, he still said to the gatekeeper, "Prime Minister Yin has devoted himself to the court. Since he is ill, it is only natural for me to come and see him."
"General, this way please."
The gatekeeper led Song Jing into the courtyard and sighed, "General, you should also know that when Prime Minister Yin was a child, both his master and his wife passed away. Since he came of age, he has rarely interacted with the relatives of the master's family. Now such a large house is deserted. If it weren't for the general's arrival, it would be hard for the Prime Minister to be alone in his illness without anyone to take care of him."
Song Jing knew a thing or two about Yin Yichen's family affairs, so he couldn't judge them too much. He actually thought that if Yin Yichen hadn't insisted on marrying Song Wanning, he would have admired this young talent who had already reached the position of Prime Minister in his twenties. Yin Yichen's growth had been extremely difficult.
Song Jing had complicated thoughts as he followed the servant to the main courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He saw that the furnishings inside were all elegant and unique, much more detailed than those in the General's Mansion.
Song Jing was seated on a chair in the main hall by the maid of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The maid poured him a cup of tea. "It's a rare occasion for General Song to come. I often hear the Prime Minister speak of his righteousness. He also said that if the General comes, the best tea from the Prime Minister's Mansion must be selected and served. This tea is Guzhu Zisun, a gift from the palace. Please try it and see if it suits your taste, General Song Jing."
Song Jing felt a surge of shame after hearing what the maid had said. He had lived half his life, and Yin Yichen was only about twenty years old, the same age as Song Lan. He could even be considered his son, if you were to exaggerate. Yet, he had treated this young man with such awful attitude that he felt somewhat ashamed of himself now.
Although Song Jing was thinking this, he had not forgotten the purpose of his visit. He looked at the maid and asked in a low voice, "Where is Prime Minister Yin? Is he ill and unable to get up? If that's the case, I can go and have a few words with him and then leave."
"The Prime Minister has caught a cold, but I've already sent for him." The maid bowed to Song Jing and said with a smile, "How could the Prime Minister not come to see the General in person when he comes to visit? Please wait a moment, the Prime Minister will be here soon."
Song Jing finally felt relieved. He nodded and took a sip of the tea the maid brought. It tasted really good. The various utensils in the Prime Minister's Mansion were all excellent, which also showed that Yin Yichen's family was very wealthy.
A short while later, the ill Prime Minister, Yin Yichen, emerged from inside, accompanied by a guard. Yin Yichen's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he kept coughing, suggesting he was seriously ill.
With the help of his guards, Yin Yichen finally reached Song Jing. He forced a smile and bowed to Song Jing, saying, "General, you are so righteous. I used to speak harshly in front of you, but you were able to put aside our past grudges and come to see me even when I was sick. I am truly grateful to you."
Seeing Yin Yichen like this, Song Jing swallowed back all the words he had prepared to criticize him. Song Jing felt sorry for Yin Yichen and just watched him go along with it. "I am now in my forties and have lived more than twice as long as the Prime Minister. I naturally won't take such a small matter to heart. Now that the Prime Minister is ill, he should take good care of himself and return to the court as soon as possible. The Prime Minister is now the backbone of the court, and he must take good care of himself."
"General, you are so kind."
"Knowing that the Prime Minister is ill, I brought some supplements to nourish him." Song Jing said, glancing at the followers behind him.
Seeing this, the follower placed the things in his hand on the table next to Yin Yichen.
"Thank you for your concern, General." Yin Yichen said, coughing violently again, and forced a smile. "The ancients said that illness fades like a thread being pulled out, and this is really true. I really don't have the energy to talk to you now. I just hope to go back to my bedroom, take some medicine, and sweat it out. I'm afraid I'll get better soon."
When Song Jing heard Yin Yichen say this, he quickly stood up and looked at Yin Yichen and said, "Since that's the case, Prime Minister, please go down and rest quickly. Don't get caught in the cold wind. I'll be leaving now. I hope you get better soon."
Yin Yichen also stood up and looked at Song Jing apologetically, saying, "I'm sorry, General. There are so many officials in the court now, but you are the only one who came to visit. I only regret that I can't spend more time with you to catch up with you."
Song Jing exchanged a few more words with Yin Yichen before leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Yin Yichen half leaned against the chair and waited until Song Jing left the room. The sickness on his face gradually dissipated, revealing a face that looked very healthy.
Yin Yichen turned around and looked at the servant and maid who had just welcomed Song Jing in, clapped his hands and said, "Well done."
The maid bowed to Yin Yichen and responded, "I have done everything according to the Prime Minister's orders, so there should be no mistakes."
Yin Yichen glanced back at Fang Ren and said calmly, "Go and get my black suit. As the saying goes, those who are close to the water get the moon first. Pei Xuanzhi is not the only one who would do such a thing."
"Prime Minister, are you going to..." Fang Ren didn't understand what Yin Yichen meant for a moment.
Yin Yichen walked back in high spirits, only waving lightly at Fang Ren, and said calmly, "I'm going to Putuo Temple."
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