In fact, she is not very familiar with Prince Huai's Mansion.

She lived here for less than a year before getting married and leaving.

Miss Jun walked along the corridor of Prince Huai's mansion, following the eunuch across the front hall to the back palace.

The Prince Huai's Palace was luxuriously decorated, but now it was empty, like a mausoleum.

This was originally a mausoleum.

"Miss Jun, this is it. Please wait for a moment while I go and report to you." said the eunuch.

Miss Jun nodded and said yes. She stood outside the palace and glanced around. The place where Jiuqi lived was not much different from before, but she was not in the mood to care about it now. She looked towards the palace door and the eunuch was pushing it open.

"Your Highness, the doctor introduced by the Imperial Hospital has arrived." He said to the inside.

elder sister!

My sister is here too!

Miss Jun couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Please come in."

A female voice came from inside.

The eunuch turned around and signaled to her. Miss Jun was already walking quickly towards her, and as she crossed the threshold, someone came into her sight.

Miss Jun paused and looked at the person standing in front of her.

The doors and windows in the hall were closed and the light was dim, making Lu Yunqi look even colder standing inside.

Miss Jun bowed slightly, then walked past him and went inside.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine, but she could still smell a faint fragrance from it.

That is the incense my sister usually uses.

She lowered her head and looked at the large bluestone at her feet, then walked over step by step. Although she didn't look up, she seemed to be able to see the woman sitting on the bed in front of her.

"Princess..." She bent down and knelt.

"Don't be so polite."

A soft female voice came from above.

Miss Jun still bent over and kowtowed. The cool ground could cool her hot body, preventing her from losing control and hugging her sister and crying.

A pair of cold eyes in the room always fell on her back, as if they could see through her soul.

Two palace maids rolled up the curtains, and Miss Jun stood up and raised her head to see the person in front of her.

Princess Jiuli was dressed neatly in plain clothes, with her hair neatly combed and her makeup light. She showed no trace of grief, despair or panic as she saw her relative dying of illness.

She was wiping the boy's face on the bed with a towel. Her expression was calm, as if she was not looking at a patient but a sleeping child.

It’s still the same as before. Even in times of chaos and war, my sister can still live it leisurely like the passing clouds.

Miss Jun walked forward and looked at the nine skirts on the bed.

"Do you want to take my pulse?" Princess Jiuli turned her head and looked at her.

Their eyes met, and Miss Jun couldn't help but tremble slightly, unable to look away for a moment.

So close, she was standing in front of her sister again.

"Miss Jun, do you want to take your pulse?" Princess Jiuli asked again, her voice soft and her expression gentle. She did not look unhappy at being stared at, nor did she look surprised or puzzled, nor was she excited.

Miss Jun lowered her eyes and replied yes.

Princess Jiuli stood up and stepped aside without any doubt or questioning about her origins. Was this trust?

No, I just don't care.

If she is given something that she cannot refuse, then she should accept it. The only thing she can do is to live this irresistible life calmly.

No quarrel, no fuss, no sadness, no hurt.

Miss Jun stepped forward, lowered her eyes, and leaned over to examine Jiuqi.

They hadn't seen each other for more than a year, and he had grown a lot. She reached out and touched Jiuqi's forehead to feel his body temperature. She touched his eyes to check his pupils and the whites of his eyes, stroked his nose to feel his breathing, stroked his cheek, pinched his earlobe, and finally her hand fell on Jiuqi's pulse.

At this moment, the worry that had been hanging over my mind for more than a year finally settled down.

…

Jiang Youshu also walked into the door of Prince Huai's mansion, followed by several imperial doctors.

"Sir, the whole city is in chaos, and everyone is talking about how serious the smallpox is." An imperial physician said, "This must be the work of Jiulingtang."

"Yes, they just want everyone to know how serious smallpox is. If it can't be cured, they won't care about her." said another imperial physician.

"They dared to publicize such things in the capital. Let the Five Cities Military Department arrest them." Another imperial physician said, "This is disturbing the people's hearts."

"How can we catch them? They are not stupid. The law will not punish them for spreading such rumors." An imperial physician shook his head and said, "Because of this random arrest, it has made the capital even more chaotic."

As everyone was discussing, Jiang Youshu looked calm.

"What's the big deal?" he said. "Don't worry about it. They can publicize it however they want."

He said this and smiled.

"What if this isn't pox?"

There was no chance of that happening. It was certain. The imperial doctors came to their senses and said, yes, this is not smallpox. How could Miss Jun, with such superb medical skills, not have discovered it?

Everyone came back to their senses.

"She was able to discover our misdiagnosis. This is a great achievement and honor." An imperial physician laughed.

"It would be useless if the news of how terrible smallpox is spread all over the world." Another imperial physician laughed.

"Although misdiagnosis makes us lose face." An imperial physician said with a sincere expression, twisting his beard, "but as long as we can cure King Huai's disease, what does this face have to do with it."

Jiang Youshu didn't say anything after he said that. He just listened to the imperial doctors' discussion and soon arrived at Prince Huai's bedroom.

Because Jiang Youshu and his group came in, the originally dull bedroom became a little more lively.

Looking at Miss Jun putting away the pulse doctor beside the bed, an imperial physician came forward.

"Miss Jun," he said solemnly, "what do you think of Prince Huai's illness?"

Miss Jun put away the pulse.

"Prince Huai is seriously ill," she said.

"Yes, we are really helpless. Miss Jun is a skilled doctor." The doctor sighed and looked at Miss Jun with a gleam in his eyes, "... maybe there is a way to cure acne."

He has already stuck his face out, and now Miss Jun can hit him happily.

Tell me quickly, with a smug look on your face, that this is not smallpox, and that all of us imperial doctors are blind.

Miss Jun put the pulse gauge into the medicine box and took out the golden needle. She smiled when she heard this.

laughed.

Even when Prince Huai was ill, and with Princess Jiuli and Lu Yunqi present, she could still laugh.

They are so happy to catch the mistakes of other doctors and get the opportunity to become famous, and ignore the suffering of their patients.

Laugh, the happier you laugh now, the more painful it will be when you cry in the future.

The imperial doctors looked at the girl in front of them with forbearing expressions.

The girl in front of them also looked at them with a smile on her face.

"Yes, I have some research on acne." She nodded and pulled out a golden needle, "I have a solution."

The room was quiet for a while.

What did she say?

The imperial doctors were stunned and some of them were unable to react.

"You said this is acne?" Jiang Youshu said. He had already thought of something, but still couldn't believe it.

Miss Jun looked at him and nodded, her expression seeming a little strange.

"Of course, isn't this the diagnosis made by everyone? Doctor Jiang, do you have any questions?" she said.

My question is, are you blind? How can you tell that this is acne?

Jiang Youshu looked at Miss Jun with a sullen face.

This shameless guy.