Given the current feud between Jiulingtang and Lu Yunqi, there was a high chance that she would be hacked to death outside Prince Huai's mansion. Miss Jun held the medicine box tightly, stood for a moment, turned around and left.

Seeing her come in, Liu'er hurriedly brought her a cup of hot medicinal tea.

This winter was exceptionally cold, and many people caught colds. Miss Jun prepared a medicinal tea for everyone to brew and drink, and she herself never forgot to drink it, especially after coming back from outside.

She must not let herself get sick.

Anyone can get sick, but she can't.

"It's so cold, and you still go out every day. It's fine if you go out, but why don't you send a carriage to bring you back?" Fang Jinxiu frowned and said, "If you get sick, there's no one to take you to the doctor."

Liu'er immediately became unhappy when she heard this.

"Why curse my lady to be sick?" she said.

"Being sick is not caused by others' curse, it is your own business." Fang Jinxiu said bluntly.

Listening to the two people bickering, Miss Jun drank a large bowl of medicinal tea in one gulp. Sweat broke out on her forehead and her cheeks turned red.

"Okay, I know, I know my limits." She looked at Fang Jinxiu and said.

Fang Jinxiu pursed her lips and said nothing more. She reached out to take the bowl of medicinal tea and was about to go in, when someone came in with a cold look on his face.

"Miss Jun, this is a letter from the young master." The visitor said hastily without any politeness and handed the letter over.

He was dressed in thick clothes, covered in dust, with frostbite on his face and hands, and spoke with a strong accent. It was obvious that he was not an employee of Deshengchang in the capital, but had rushed here from Yangcheng.

In the past, all the correspondence was delivered via ticket numbers, so how come this time it was delivered directly by my family?

It looks very urgent.

"Xiao Mo." Fang Jinxiu recognized the man. He was a former partner of the bank. He was chosen by Fang Chengyu as a close personal assistant and was highly respected.

Seeing that he actually came, Fang Jinxiu's face couldn't help but become nervous.

"Is Chengyu okay?" she asked blurtly.

"Young Master is fine." Xiao Mo gave her a silly smile.

Miss Jun had already taken the letter and opened it. Her expression changed slightly after just one glance and she turned around and walked quickly inside.

Fang Jinxiu and Liu'er didn't react. Miss Jun walked to the door and stopped.

"Liu'er made tea for Xiao Mo, applied jelly ointment on his wounds, and arranged for him to rest." She turned around and said.

Liu'er answered yes, Xiao Mo hurriedly thanked her, and Miss Jun had already gone in.

The fallen door blocked her view, and Fang Jinxiu had a complicated expression.

Miss Jun sat in the room and looked at the letter in her hand with a complicated expression. Logically, she should be eager to open the letter because she just glanced at it and saw that Prince Huai was mentioned in it. But because of this, she was a little afraid to open it.

How could Fang Chengyu, who was far away in Yangcheng, mention Prince Huai?

Or at such a coincidental time?

Miss Jun took a deep breath. Things have already come to this. If she doesn't read it, will it disappear? She opened the letter and read it carefully.

Fang Chengyu was indeed talking about Prince Huai.

And it is pointed out at the beginning that Prince Huai is ill and in a very troublesome situation.

As for how he knew it, he did so by looking at the account book.

Because of Miss Jun's arrival, the capital's account books were required to be provided every ten days. After Miss Jun opened a clinic, Fang Chengyu had two more requirements. One was the movements of the capital's doctors in the bank, and the other was the movements of the drug dealers. Both had to be carefully marked.

Just ten days ago, Fang Chengyu received the account book from the capital as usual and saw several incoming and outgoing transactions.

These were banknotes from several doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau. The amounts were huge, as if all their family property had been put into the account. The steward was very familiar with one of the doctors. Although their practice was not to ask the guests anything, this doctor took the initiative to lament that he might not be able to stay in the capital because he had received a rather difficult patient. The steward hinted through a few words and learned that the patient was most likely Prince Huai.

Prince Huai is indeed a very tricky person.

What's even more troublesome is that Miss Jun mentioned Prince Huai.

"Jiuling, I remember you mentioned Prince Huai's Mansion."

Seeing this sentence in Fang Chengyu's letter, Miss Jun frowned slightly.

Does he remember? But she never told him. She only mentioned the name of Prince Huai's Mansion once since her rebirth...

"…When you're not at home, I have nothing to do, so I like to listen to everyone talking about your past…"

"…You once asked the senior officials about the affairs of the capital and mentioned Prince Huai, which frightened my grandmother and mother…"

People don't say something for no reason.

Fang Chengyu sat in front of the desk, looking at the night outside the window. The room was as warm as spring. The place where he sat was Miss Jun's study room, which he used as his study room now.

Of course it was only temporary, he would return it to her when she came back.

If she ever comes back.

Fang Chengyu stroked the blooming golden mugwort on the desk. This is a precious variety from Zhangzhou, and the flowers bloom indoors in winter, emitting a fragrant scent.

He recalled a time when she had turned around suddenly in the bathroom.

Chengyu, I remembered something.

She said it, but then she swallowed it back and didn't say anything else.

Because I can’t say it or it’s useless to say it.

She wants to go to the capital, she has always wanted to go there.

The place you always want to go must be because there are people or things you care about.

She opened a clinic, but she did not treat the common people. She would rather teach her skills to other doctors than treat the masses. She was devoted to specializing in the noble field and was determined to go to that noble place.

Fang Chengyu picked up the pen.

"…The imperial physician said that Prince Huai's illness was very difficult to treat, so they all converted their family property into silver bills to facilitate withdrawal and transfer…"

Here he paused.

He wanted to write that you should not interfere, but he felt that it was unreasonable to say so. No matter how famous Jiulingtang was, the Imperial Hospital was the one responsible for Prince Huai's illness. The Imperial Hospital would not look for a private doctor, especially a female doctor with a somewhat flattering title.

But what if she wanted to intervene?

Fang Chengyu sighed and put pen to paper.

"...According to the description of the imperial physician, Prince Huai is ill. It was not a serious illness originally, but it became a serious illness due to repeated illnesses..."

The pen paused at this sentence, but fell again with some determination a moment later.

"... Jiuling, it is easy to cure a disease, but it is difficult to save a life. You should be careful..."

After reading the last line, Miss Jun felt mixed emotions.

How could there be such a clever child in this world? Or, is it that what I thought was safe and secure is actually full of loopholes and doubts in the eyes of those who are interested?

She picked up the letter and threw it into the brazier, watching it slowly turn into ashes.

Everyone knew how terrible it was to offend Lu Yunqi, but he brought her the imperial edict to save the Fang family's life.

Everyone knew how dangerous it was to approach Prince Huai's mansion, but he asked her about her condition and only told her to be careful.

This was born because of you, so I am not afraid to die because of you, right?

This winter is cold, but also warm.

…

The palace looks even more solemn in winter.

There was a crisp sound.

The eunuchs standing in the corridor outside the house lowered their heads again.

Lu Yunqi listened calmly to the emperor's angry rebuke.

"…Why is it difficult to cure? Isn't it just a cold? You rubbish can't even cure a cold? Aren't you ashamed to be called an imperial physician?"

The emperor was always gentle and courteous, but the fact that he said such words at this time showed how angry and anxious he was.

"Your Majesty." Jiang Youshu's voice came from inside, with a hint of fatigue, "The prince is now suffering from more than just a cold. The disease has been recurring for too long, and it is now difficult to treat."

"Who do you blame over and over again? It's you who are to blame. We treated him well in the beginning, so how could the disease become serious?" the emperor said angrily.

"Emperor, you can't blame the doctors entirely." An old female voice sounded.

This is the Queen Mother.

Lu Yunqi still looked forward and continued to listen to the Queen Mother's voice.

"…Children are prone to illness, and when they are sick, they behave just like adults. They don't take medicine well, and when they feel a little better, they jump around and are ignorant. This winter is also cold, and many people have fallen ill. There are quite a few in our palace."

"These servants in Prince Huai's mansion are useless. How can they take care of Prince Huai? They should all be punished." The emperor said again.

"Let's not talk about blaming him for now, let's just treat the disease properly." The Queen Mother said, "What's the point of losing your temper? Every doctor doesn't want to cure the patient, but sometimes the disease cannot be cured by human intervention. Your Majesty, you are being too harsh."

In other words, the doctor cannot be blamed if the condition fails.

The sound of people kneeling down could be heard in the room.

"I am guilty." The voices of the imperial doctors rang out in unison.

The emperor was kind and filial, so he naturally would not refute the empress dowager's words. There was silence in the room for a moment, and then a long sigh was heard.

"You must remember, Prince Huai, you are the only flesh and blood of the late crown prince. You must be dedicated. Otherwise, I will be ashamed of the late emperor and the crown prince."

I don’t know if it was Lu Yunqi’s own hallucination, but when he finished speaking, the world seemed to be quiet for a moment, and then everything returned to normal.

The sound of kowtows rang in my ears.

"We, the ministers, must do our best."