Song Yushu lifted the curtain of the car and found that it was Jiang Siyuan. Because the son of Wenchang Hou was imprisoned in the Supervisory Yuan recently, he basically had not left the Supervisory Yuan.
"Your Majesty, I am here to see you. Yang Wenyao was poisoned and was no longer breathing when he was found!" Jiang Siyuan dismounted and saluted Lu Zhixing, then explained the situation to Song Yushu.
What?! Song Yushu and Lu Zhixing exchanged glances. This person was the witness Song Yushu had finally managed to uncover about Prince Yu's theft of the mineral veins. Now the prince had just taken the bait, and he was gone?
"Let's go." Song Yushu was about to get off the carriage when he was stopped by Lu Zhixing.
"Let's go together."
Song Yushu nodded, and Jiang Siyuan withdrew his hand that was about to pull Song Yushu onto the horse. He glanced at Lu Zhixing and said, "Your Highness, Eunuch Song and I will go alone. You won't be bothered to go with us."
Lu Zhixing felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he saw Jiang Siyuan, and he didn't say anything.
Song Yushu knew Lu Zhixing's temper and turned to get into the carriage with Lu Zhixing. "Then I'll trouble you, Your Highness."
"Your Highness, I have something to say to Eunuch Song. Is it convenient?" Jiang Siyuan frowned and thought for a while before speaking out.
Song Yushu turned around and glanced at Lu Zhixing, "Come up."
As the carriage rushed towards the Overwatch Council again, Song Yushu asked, "Is there anything else?"
Jiang Siyuan wouldn't want to get on the carriage for no reason. It was obvious that he had something to tell her.
Jiang Siyuan glanced at Lu Zhixing, who was tied with a silk ribbon, and hesitated for a moment.
"I came out of the palace. Once I am the prince's servant, I will be the prince's servant for life." Song Yushu waved his hand, signaling Jiang Siyuan to speak quickly.
Hearing Song Yushu say this, both people in the carriage frowned.
Jiang Siyuan was because although Song Yushu was a flattering eunuch, his heart was still upright. After coming to the Supervisory Office, he did practical things. He gradually came to accept Song Yushu.
However, Lu Zhixing did not like to hear Song Yushu call himself a slave.
Seeing Song Yushu's tough attitude, Lu Zhixing did not say anything. Moreover, in the past half month, Lu Zhixing went to the Supervisory Office every day to pick up Song Yushu. It was really as the rumors said, that he favored a eunuch.
"Marquis Wenchang's son is not dead, but he will not live long. Now he is being held captive by the doctors in the hospital." Jiang Siyuan frowned. Marquis Wenchang's son had an accident in the prison of the Supervisory Office, and the responsibility lies entirely with the Supervisory Office.
Just say that there is still hope, otherwise Jiang Siyuan would not come to him in person. Song Yushu breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the son of Marquis Wenchang is still alive, there is still hope.
She needs the son of Marquis Wenchang to be alive, only then will he have value.
Seeing Song Yushu's demeanor ease up, Jiang Siyuan was puzzled. "He's hanging on to his life right now, but he's already passed out. The doctor said there's little chance of him waking up."
"If the chance is small, it means there is still a glimmer of hope." Song Yushu couldn't let the fire that had just been lit die down like that. She thought for a while, took out her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write quickly on it.
Although Song Yushu used to be the chief secretary of King Jing, his attitude was just like that of the master of the palace. Jiang Siyuan looked at Song Yushu's actions and fell into deep thought.
After Song Yu finished writing, Jiang Siyuan watched her hand the two pieces of paper to Liu Bai outside the car, and told him to send one to the Song Mansion and the other to the Prince's Mansion!
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Siyuan couldn't help but asked.
"Marquis Wenchang's son was poisoned because the people behind him couldn't help themselves and wanted to take action. This matter still needs to be reported to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. What's more, there is an imperial physician in the Crown Prince's mansion who is very good. We can borrow him for use." Song Yushu's tone was relaxed, as if he was just borrowing someone from an ordinary person.
This Song Yushu is really too powerful. Not only does he cause King Jing to pick him up every day, but he can also hook up with the crown prince? Jiang Siyuan felt a little uncomfortable and stared at Song Yushu who was packing up his writing brush.
Before he had looked for long, he felt a chill on his back. He looked up and saw Lu Zhixing's face facing him, as if he was looking at him.
As if being stared at by a lion, Jiang Siyuan's heart skipped a beat and he lowered his head.
When the three of them hurried to the prison, Wenchang Hou's son was vomiting blood, and the doctor beside him seemed helpless.
"Sir, you've come at the right time. This man..." The doctor immediately stepped forward to report as soon as he saw Jiang Siyuan.
"Doctor Pang, this is His Royal Highness Prince Jing." Jiang Siyuan gestured and asked Doctor Pang to salute first.
Doctor Pang, having been reminded of this, immediately knelt down and saluted with deep fear, "This humble servant greets His Royal Highness Prince Jing."
"Stand up." Lu Zhixing nodded, standing in the cell with his hands behind his back. "Except for Censor Jiang, everyone else, please step aside."
One of the imperial censors who had some friendship with Song Yushu in recent days wanted to remind Song Yushu who was standing there in a daze, but was stopped by Jiang Siyuan with a look, and finally retreated in confusion.
Seeing that there was no one around, Song Yushu immediately poured out a few moxibustion needles from the jade hairpin that fixed the hair crown on his head, and quickly inserted them into several major acupuncture points of Wenchang Marquis' son.
Before she could make a move, Lu Zhixing walked behind her and blocked her from making any move.
Jiang Siyuan was shocked. What was Song Yushu doing? A eunuch like him, he also knew medical skills? Could he save someone who even the doctors in the hospital couldn't?
At this moment, there was a commotion not far from the cell. After a while, an imperial censor and a white-haired old man walked in, followed by a tall young man.
"Brother Song!" Maidong was very happy to see Song Yushu.
Doctor Fan exchanged a glance with Song Yushu, then brought Maidong to pay his respects to Lu Zhixing, and then asked Song Yushu, "What's going on?"
At this moment, Lu Zhixing turned his back to the censor who brought in Doctor Fan and said, "Get out."
The censor stretched his neck and wanted to take another look, but was forced back by Jiang Siyuan.
"I protected his heart meridian. The poison hasn't penetrated deeply. This man cannot die. I want him to be able to speak." Song Yushu and Doctor Fan had nothing to hide, so they told the truth immediately.
Old Doctor Fan nodded, stepped forward to check the pulse of Marquis Wenchang's son, took out a pill from his medicine box, and put it into his mouth.
"You've acted at the perfect time. If you delay any further, I won't be able to do anything. This place isn't suitable for nursing a patient. Find another place." Old Doctor Fan wiped his hands. "I'll write a prescription and Ophiopogon will boil the medicine for you. Tonight is the most critical night, so I'll be on guard personally."
Song Yushu nodded. "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Fan." She turned to Jiang Siyuan and said, "Censor Jiang, please help me and Brother Fan to take him to your own courtyard."
Jiang Siyuan, who had been confused ever since Song Yushu helped save the son of Marquis Wenchang, pointed at himself and said, "My yard?"
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