Chapter 114: The Jiang Family's Hope for Glory
Jiang Shouye immediately replied, "I have already submitted the memorial this morning. The 23,000 taels of silver withdrawn by the Seventh Prince from the national treasury for relief has been fully recorded in the register."
Emperor Qi behind the dragon case suddenly raised his eyes, and an imposing aura that was not even angry but powerful came over him.
"Twenty-three thousand taels?"
But what Chu Hean withdrew was clearly 50,000 taels of silver.
This includes buying medicinal materials, food, and disaster relief money to send these people back to Jizhou to rebuild their homes. For this purpose, the Ministry of Works has even drafted a case and submitted it to the Minister of the Central Secretariat, and the memorial will be submitted soon.
But Jiang Shouye said that Chu Hean only paid out 23,000 taels?
"Marquis Xuanping, please step back. I have something to ask Lord Jiang."
Nothing could be heard from Emperor Qi's tone, but the emperor's sudden dominance made it clear that Jiang Shouye would be scolded to death.
Lord Xie took his leave and left, only smiling after he left Xuan Zheng Hall.
It won't be long before the news here reaches Chu Hean's ears. Then, without Emperor Qi saying anything, Chu Hean will ask for permission to go out of the city on his own.
Sure enough, as soon as Marquis Xie returned to the Marquis' Mansion, he heard that Chu Hean, who was originally enjoying himself in the brothel, hurried into the palace, and then there was news that he was going to leave the city.
You move really fast.
When Jiang Shouye returned home, Mrs. Jiang helped him undress. After he took off his clothes, she found that his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
"Master, our family won't be implicated, right?"
When Jiang Shouye mentioned this, he immediately became angry.
"What a wicked Marquis Xuanping! We served in the same court, and you and his wife are cousins. We are relatives, yet he harmed me like this."
Mrs. Jiang's face was not looking good either, but she still thought that the two families would inevitably have to visit each other in the future, and it would not be good to have a falling out, so she persuaded softly.
"Marquis Xuanping is just reminding you kindly. Otherwise, when the matter is exposed, the Jiang family will not be able to compensate you enough."
Jiang Shouye fell into the chair, his forehead still covered with sweat.
Mrs. Jiang wiped his forehead with a handkerchief while persuading him.
"The Emperor is a wise ruler. He knows that you were deceived by the Seventh Prince. Otherwise, how could you, the Minister of Revenue, make such a mistake?"
She patted Jiang Shouye's chest and comforted him softly.
"Master, don't worry. Guiyu's contribution to the disaster victims is a great achievement. Concubine Wan likes her so much, and with Lu Tingzhi here, our Jiang family will be fine."
After a pause, Madam Jiang remembered Jiang Qingyue who was outside the city, and said, "Qingyue... is here too."
Jiang Shouye knows better than her what is important.
"Yes, we have Qingyue. Qingyue's medical skills are so high. As long as she can cure the plague, our Jiang family will have done a great deed."
Mrs. Jiang was in a complicated mood.
Jiang Shouye's words just now deliberately ignored Guiyu's contribution and only remembered Qingyue.
It’s not that she is partial to Guiyu, but the plague is such a serious matter, it’s lucky that Jiang Qingyue can survive.
If the treatment is good, it is a merit; if it is not good, it is a fault.
Qingyue doesn't understand the rules and the importance of things...
Just thinking about this made her extremely worried.
In comparison, Guiyu's contribution is real. Wouldn't it be nice to take more care of your daughter Guiyu?
Just as he was thinking, Jiang Shouye suddenly asked, "Why haven't I seen Mingyang recently? Where has he been going crazy again?"
When Jiang Mingyang was mentioned, Mrs. Jiang also felt a headache.
Jiang Qingyue will take the imperial examination next year. While others are studying hard at home, he is different. He stays away from home every day and goes out to play with those irrelevant young men.
"He came to my place yesterday. I saw that he was too tired from studying all day, so I let him go out and play with two friends today."
Jiang Shouye snorted coldly.
"If he can win three consecutive top prizes like Lu Tingzhi did, it would be a great honor for our Jiang family. But if he is just filling in the numbers, then we should not bring shame to the Jiang family."
After leaving, Mrs. Jiang made a special trip to Jiang Mingyang's yard.
She usually went to Liuxiang Pavilion and Haitang Garden, but she only came to Jiang Mingyang's yard once in a long time.
This time, I smelled the scent of medicine as soon as I stepped into the yard.
She covered her nose with a handkerchief and was about to go inside when Maoyuan suddenly ran out and blocked her way.
"lady."
Mrs. Jiang waved away the smell of medicine with a handkerchief, her expression showing some worry.
"Why does it smell like medicine? What happened to Mingyang?"
"Madam, the young master hasn't been sleeping well these past few days. The doctor said he was overthinking, so he prescribed some medicine. He just took it and went to bed."
Maoyuan lowered his head, so Mrs. Jiang could not see the guilt on his face.
"He's worrying too much? He doesn't need to worry about anything at home, so what is he worrying about?"
Mao Yuan hesitated, "Young Master has been studying for days, worried that he won't pass the imperial examination next year, so he's a little anxious, so..."
Mrs. Jiang felt relieved after hearing this.
"I thought it was a small matter. But at this hour, how can he sleep at night?"
Mao Yuan nodded. "The prescription prescribed by this doctor is extremely effective. The young master fell asleep right after taking the medicine."
Mrs. Jiang didn't believe it and insisted on going into the house to take a look.
The smell of medicine in the room was so choking that it was impossible to stay there. Seeing that Jiang Mingyang was indeed asleep, Mrs. Jiang pinched her nose and walked out.
Before going out, he did not forget to take a look at the articles scattered on the table.
Mao Yuan sent the person to the gate of the courtyard and breathed a sigh of relief. When he was about to go back to serve, Mrs. Jiang suddenly stopped.
"Which doctor did you see?"
Mao Yuan answered politely, "It's Doctor Ma who treated the second young lady."
Jiang Wanyin was unwell a few days ago. I heard that she asked a doctor from Jiang Qingyue's shop to come to her house to take care of her.
Mrs. Jiang originally thought that since they were all family, she wanted him to see Jiang Guiyu as well. But Guiyu said that this was Jiang Qingyue's person, and she was afraid that she would have objections after returning home, so she went out to hire a doctor named Ma to be the family physician.
This Doctor Ma also examined Jiang Guiyu, and Mrs. Jiang trusted him.
Before leaving, Mrs. Jiang fanned herself again with her handkerchief.
"Open the doors and windows to let the smell of the medicine dissipate. We can't keep the master in the room like this."
"When Mingyang wakes up, you must take good care of him. You must not delay next year's scientific expedition."
Maoyuan responded repeatedly.
After making sure that Mrs. Jiang had really left, he hurried in and helped Jiang Mingyang up.
The room was filled with the smell of medicine, and only when you got close could you smell the alcohol on Jiang Mingyang.
"Master, stop pretending. Madam has already left."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Mingyang didn't respond at all after being called twice.
"Master?"
Mao Yuan moved closer and found that Jiang Mingyang was actually asleep.
You are such an ancestor, you can even sleep like this.
"Young Master, I think you should not get too close to the Seventh Prince in the future. He is a prince and doesn't have to take the imperial examinations, but you are the hope of the Master and his wife, and even the Jiang family. If the Seventh Prince hadn't gone to the palace for something during the drinking party today, you would have to come back early, otherwise the Master and his wife would have discovered that you were neglecting your studies."
As he spoke, Mao Yuan swept away the medicine residue hidden in the quilt. He was thankful that there were the articles on the table that the young master had not allowed to be collected, and that Doctor Ma had written two prescriptions for the young master, which were just the right time to use them for emergency treatment.
If it weren't for these, his skin would have been beaten to pieces today.
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