When Lu Yunqi returned, it was already dark. The inner house was brightly lit, but it seemed deserted because it was too quiet.

He paused for a moment before standing in front of the gate and then walked in.

The red lanterns under the eaves illuminated the quietly standing Princess Jiuli, wrapped in a shawl, and it was obvious that she had been standing outside for a long time.

Seeing Lu Yunqi coming towards her, she was neither distraught nor angry or anxious, she just took a step forward.

"How is he?" she asked, her voice calm and soft.

Lu Yunqi looked at her.

"Not very good," he said.

Princess Jiuli said "Oh".

"It's not very good." She said, as if with a sigh and regret.

No sadness, no anger, nothing.

But Lu Yunqi, who was used to hearing pain, anger and sorrow, found this sigh unbearable.

"Princess, you can go and see the prince," he said.

Princess Jiuli's gentle face lit up for a moment, and she watched him take another step forward.

"Is it okay?" she asked, with a hint of excitement in her voice.

Lu Yunqi looked at her and nodded.

"Okay." He said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Princess Jiuli smiled.

"That's great." She said, "Thank you so much. No matter what, everyone has to go somewhere eventually. It's always a blessing to have family members around before we go."

Will it be happiness if I can see my loved ones before I die?

At this time last year, that person was so unfortunate.

Lu Yunqi turned around and strode out.

…

When it was dawn, Fang Jinxiu did not hear the usual sound of hitting the wooden stake. She got up and saw Miss Jun standing in front of the wooden stake.

Miss Jun stood with her back to him, motionless, looking as if she was in a daze or frozen.

Wearing so little and standing still so early in the morning, Fang Jinxiu's brows furrowed.

"Don't fight if you're tired," she said.

Miss Jun turned around, smiled at her, and raised her hand to hit the wooden stake.

The usual banging sounds were heard in the yard.

Fang Jinxiu walked around in circles in the yard. When Miss Jun stopped, she also stopped and stretched her body.

"Are you going out today?" she asked.

Miss Jun raised her sleeves, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and shook her head.

"Not going smoothly?" Fang Jinxiu asked again.

It's not that it's not smooth, it's that it's impossible.

Although the families who left in the past few days could talk about Prince Huai's illness, they only talked about it for a few words and then left.

No one would have thought of recommending her to treat King Huai.

No, many people have probably thought of it, but they won’t and dare not do it.

Huai Wang is a taboo, who would dare to touch him?

Miss Jun nodded.

"So I won't go out today." She looked at Fang Jinxiu and said.

This answer not only answered the question of whether she could go out today, but also answered that it was not going well, and acknowledged that there was a reason why she had been going out for so many days.

Fang Jinxiu wanted to ask something but in the end she felt there was nothing to ask.

"Don't be impatient, think of other ways," she said.

Miss Jun nodded.

"I've got an idea," she said.

Thought of it?

Fang Jinxiu looked at her.

…

Although it was just daybreak, there were quite a few people walking around in the Imperial Hospital. A group of people walked in from outside, looking a little tired.

The leader was Jiang Youshu, who had a gloomy face and was obviously not in a good mood.

Several apprentices came forward to serve.

Everyone in the room wiped their hands and faces with hot towels and drank hot tea to relieve their fatigue.

"I never thought Prince Huai's illness would be so difficult to treat." said an imperial physician.

"We've tried everything we can think of, but the medicine just doesn't work. What else can we do?" said another imperial physician, with a look of uneasiness on his face. "I think we'll only have a few days left."

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples in the room hurriedly retreated and stood guard outside the door.

Jiang Youshu put down the teacup in his hand.

"Please study this again and think about it. We will lose face if we tell others that someone died because of a minor cold," he said.

Several imperial doctors looked at each other.

"Many people have died from colds," said an imperial physician.

"But this person is Prince Huai." Jiang Youshu looked at him and said.

When other people die, they die, and no one cares except their own family members. But when King Huai was alive, no one cared, but when he died, everyone in the world could see it.

Without a reasonable reason, I don't know how much nonsense it will cause.

Although the Empress Dowager has spoken out to defend the imperial doctors, this is the Emperor and his mother playing the good cop and the bad cop role, so to put it bluntly, their fate is still uncertain.

Then they might become scapegoats.

If you don't want to be a scapegoat, then you have to make the King Huai's illness reasonable and not just a simple cold. There are indeed many types of colds, and colds can indeed be fatal, but this is still too difficult for the people to explain and accept.

An imperial doctor lowered his hand twirling his beard.

"I don't think it's a cold," he said.

…

There were obviously more people in Prince Huai's mansion than before, and palace maids and eunuchs were coming in and out of the bedroom carrying hot water and medicine.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine.

Princess Jiuli squeezed a towel from the basin held by the palace maid and carefully placed it on Jiuqi's forehead.

Compared to before she got married, Jiuyi had lost a lot of weight, her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was rapid.

"Princess." A palace maid came over with a bowl of medicine.

Jiuli got up and walked to the bedside, picked up Jiuqi and held him in his arms, while picking up the spoon to feed him medicine.

Jiuqi did not open her mouth, and the medicine flowed down the corners of her mouth. The palace maids hurriedly wiped it off.

"Princess, that won't work. Use the potion to pour the medicine into the jug," she said.

Just yesterday he was able to swallow the medicine, but today he can't. Jiuli looked at Jiuyi's pale face in his arms and reached out to touch it.

"Okay." She said softly.

No matter how serious Jiuli's illness looked, Princess Jiuli had not cried or panicked since she arrived, nor had she blamed the imperial doctors. She just stayed by Jiuli's side, feeding him medicine, wiping him, and changing his clothes day and night.

The imperial doctors were next door, and the palace maid hurried to get the crane-mouthed pot for administering medicine. Princess Jiuli held Jiuqi in her arms and gently stroked his face.

After a while, there were chaotic footsteps outside the door, and several palace maidens ran in in panic.

"Princess, princess, you're not well," they said. "The doctors said the prince has smallpox."

Acne?

Princess Jiuli paused for a moment and looked at Jiuqi in her arms.

Although Jiuqi's face was thinner, his skin was fair and clean, and not only his face, but also his body.

acne.

Princess Jiuli smiled slightly and continued to stroke Jiuqi's forehead.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your sister is here." She said softly.

In Prince Huai's mansion, countless eunuchs with their mouths and noses covered with white towels were carrying medicine barrels and sprinkling medicine everywhere. Many other eunuchs and palace maids were also dispersed. There were constant cries and shouts, and the place was noisy and chaotic.

"Hurry up and tell the palace..."

"Princes, princesses, and princesses, please don't come to visit me anymore..."

"Those who have visited the hospital always say that they should take the medicine quickly..."

Lu Yunqi stood outside the gate, watching the people pouring out and passing by him, standing there motionless.

…

“It turned out to be acne.”

"No wonder the cold couldn't be cured and the high fever wouldn't go away. It turned out to be acne."

"This is over, this is over. There is no cure for this."

The Imperial Hospital also learned the latest news. Several doormen were talking in low voices in front of the door. Suddenly, a crisp bell sound was heard. The doormen didn't care at first and concentrated on discussing the latest news, but the bell sound was getting closer and closer. They couldn't help but raise their heads to look for the source of the sound. They saw two people walking slowly on the side of the street, and then stopped in front of the Imperial Hospital.

The gatekeepers looked at her, glanced at the medicine box on her back, the bell in her hand, and the banner held by the little girl beside her, and suddenly they understood.

This is the bell doctor from Jiulingtang.

Although she was admired by the people and doctors all over the city, this was not the case in the Imperial Hospital.

"What are you doing here?" The doormen said with a gloomy face and a bit of arrogance, waving their hands impatiently, "Go away, go away, no one here asks you to read bad omens."

"I'm not here to look for ominous signs," Miss Jun said. "I'm here to see Doctor Jiang."

The doorman was stunned.

"What do you want to do with Lord Jiang?" a doorman couldn't help but ask.

Miss Jun smiled slightly.

"Dr. Jiang once made an appointment with me. I would treat those he couldn't cure," she said. "Now I'm here to fulfill the appointment."