This was a side hall in the Empress Dowager's palace. The distance between the rooms was not far. They had already walked for a while and could already hear the laughter of the princes and princesses.

As Miss Jun asked this question, the March night breeze blew her hair. She reached out to stroke her hair, and with the other hand she stroked her dress which had almost fallen over and was messed up. She looked relaxed.

The little maid exclaimed.

"No," she said.

Bing'er has only one older sister, and she doesn't know whether her sister has any children. Could it be that she doesn't have any?

Miss Jun clenched her hands slightly.

"Miss Jun, you must have remembered it wrongly." The little palace maid continued, "The one who poured wine for you in the main hall was definitely not called Bing'er."

Miss Jun said "Oh".

"Maybe. I was too nervous at the time and didn't hear it clearly." She said a little embarrassedly, "It sounded like Bing'er."

The little maid nodded.

"It must be wrong. It can't be Bing'er's." she said.

Miss Jun smiled and walked forward.

"From what you said, it seems like there really is someone named Bing'er?" she asked.

The little palace maid nodded, a trace of sadness flashing across her face under the light of the palace lamp.

"Yes, there was one," she said, "but he died of illness two years ago."

Miss Jun paused and stepped onto the next step.

I am sick, so I am done.

The year before last.

Is it after you die?

Has it been discovered?

But that's not right. If she was really discovered, why did Bing'er's sister disappear now? Shouldn't she be eliminated together?

Miss Jun's thoughts were a little confused.

"I'm so sorry." She said quickly, somewhat apologetically.

The little maid shook her head at her.

"It's cold in the winter, and it's easy to catch a cold," she whispered. "Some people are weak and can't make it."

winter.

It was indeed after I died.

Miss Jun smiled at the little palace maid and walked up the stairs. The palace maids also came out to greet her and pushed open the palace door. The laughter of the children and the scolding of the concubines poured out of the room, making it very lively.

Three days later, Miss Jun and Doctor Feng walked out of the palace, followed by a large reward and princes and nobles who gathered at the palace gate.

"Doctor Feng, you must come to our house first."

"Ms. Jun, we have already lined up."

These pampered people did not care about losing their status and came forward one by one to invite him personally. They wanted to reach out and grab Doctor Feng and take him back, but they were afraid of annoying him, so they did not dare to offend him even though they were anxious.

"We have everything, don't worry." said old Doctor Feng. He looked calm, not frightened by so many people, nor was he overawed by the flattery.

Nothing could scare or startle him. He had met the emperor, filed the knives of princes and princesses, and lived in the palace for three days.

"Don't worry, we will have plans and arrangements for vaccination. No one will be left out and there will be no delays," said Dr. Feng.

His calmness quieted the noisy crowd, who listened attentively to what Dr. Feng said.

Perhaps because people knew that Miss Jun would not vaccinate people herself, they ignored her.

Miss Jun looked across the crowd and saw Zhu Zan standing on Yu Street.

Not only Zhu Zan, but also the children of the Zhou family.

He seemed to be waiting for someone, or he just happened to be here, because when he saw Miss Jun looking at him, Zhu Zan immediately turned his eyes away.

When he turned around and was about to leave with the Zhou children, Miss Jun followed him with a smile, as always.

"I told you it's okay, don't worry."

Miss Jun smiled.

Zhu Zan stopped and turned his head.

"Take away your name," he said.

Miss Jun laughed.

"If you don't even have this little ability and dare to enter the palace to vaccinate smallpox, you would have died eight hundred times ago, and there would be no need for others to worry about you." Zhu Zan said.

Miss Jun nodded.

"You're right." She smiled and looked at the Zhou family's children.

Several children from the Zhou family were also secretly looking at her, and when they saw her looking at them, they shyly avoided her gaze.

"Have they finished their business?" Miss Jun asked.

At first, Zhu Zan said that he would let the Zhou family's children try the medicine, and if it was successful, he would spare their death penalty. Now that the ban on Guanghua Temple has been lifted, it is time to resolve this matter.

Zhu Zan said "oh".

"I sent them away," he said.

"Going back to Zhending?" Miss Jun asked.

"Why are you asking so many questions?" Zhu Zan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Miss Jun laughed.

"I don't want to do anything. Okay, I know you are going out. See you later." She smiled and waved her hand.

Zhu Zan looked at her and shook his head.

"You are really a self-indulgent person." He said, turned around and strode away.

For Jun Jiuling, it is indeed the case.

But for Chu Jiuling, it is not.

In Zhu Zan's view, everything that happened today was due to the treatment of Prince Huai, and he had also promised to cure Prince Huai and save her life.

This love is for Prince Huai and for their whole family.

Miss Jun looked at Zhu Zan's back without saying anything. The children who were following Zhu Zan suddenly stopped.

First one, then several others stopped and turned around, following the leader Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing bowed to Miss Jun, and the other children also bowed. Zhou Maomao, who was in his arms, was put down and bowed properly.

They bowed deeply and gave a long salute.

"You really don't need to thank me for this." Miss Jun shook her head and said, "To me, it doesn't matter who you are. I wasn't the one who chose you."

Zhou Jing and others still did not stand up, so Zhu Zan turned around and stretched out his big hand to pull them up.

"Why are there so many things to do? Are you going to hurry up?" he said.

The Zhou family's children were grabbed by him and rushed away like little chicks.

Old Doctor Feng also appeased the onlookers and came over. Miss Jun got on the carriage with him and left the imperial city surrounded by the onlookers.

Jiang Youshu was standing outside the gate of the Imperial Hospital again. He had been standing here for the past few days. He was not standing here waiting for anyone, but expecting to never see those two people again.

It would be best if the two people who entered the palace did not come out again. They should either be carried out by the eunuchs or carried out by the guards.

They made a mistake in vaccinating the princes and princesses.

Jiang Youshu was looking forward to this in his heart. He had tried to go into the palace to take a look, but because vaccination was a serious matter, the empress dowager was very nervous and did not allow anyone to enter the palace for the past two days.

Anyone.

He is Jiang Youshu, the best doctor in the world, the director of the Imperial Medical Bureau, the most trusted doctor of the Emperor and the Empress Dowager, and everyone wants to ask him to diagnose their illnesses.

One day I was treated as just anyone.

No, there was once a time when Zhang Qingshan came to the capital and was treated as a guest of honor by the emperor, and he was thrown aside like the other doctors.

Fortunately, Zhang Qingshan was also a boaster. He ran away after failing to cure the prince's illness and has never been heard of since.

These people made a lot of noise, just like fireworks that attracted people's screams and cheers, but the noise was only short-lived and then disappeared into a pile of ashes.

Only he is still standing here and will stand here forever.

Jiang Youshu let out a long breath, but before he could finish, the noisy sound of horse hooves came from the street.

The carriage appeared.

There was not just one carriage, but another one piled high with gifts covered in royal bright yellow satin.

Behind them was a group of people dressed in gorgeous clothes and with a dignified and arrogant demeanor.

These people had never lagged behind others in the past, and at this moment, they did not show any impatience as they followed the two slow-moving carriages, but were instead filled with joy.

God is really blind.

Jiang Youshu's remaining breath was stuck in his throat, and he turned around and walked in.

The clerk who was hiding nearby came over cautiously, looked at the carriages and horses going away on the street, and then turned around to look at the gate of the Imperial Hospital.

The gate had been damaged by the Royal Guards, but of course it had been repaired by now.

Looking into the courtyard through the gate, it was very quiet even though it was daytime.

"It will probably be quieter from now on," he said to himself.