She had said she was going to go.

Chen Qi calmed himself down.

"Did King Xian send her there?" he asked with some understanding.

Liu'er had already come in and frowned when she heard this.

"What? King Hyun sent her there." She said, "Miss, after you finish your work for King Hyun, you can go and do your own things."

What does it mean?

Chen Qi and Shopkeeper Liu looked at her, and bad thoughts came to their mind.

"Didn't she tell King Hyeon to help go and see Prince Chengguo?" the two asked in unison.

Liu'er shook her head.

"Of course not." She said, "Didn't the King ask Miss for help? Why did Miss ask the King for help?"

Because you're an idiot.

Chen Qi stared.

Miss Jun's guy is also an idiot!

Why didn't you take advantage of such a good opportunity and instead went alone to look for Lu Yunqi?

Are you crazy?

Miss Jun is certainly not crazy, but she is crazy for asking King Xian for help.

It was already eye-catching enough that Prince Xian came to help him. If he went to deal with Lu Yunqi for Zhu Zan, the emperor would definitely ask him what he wanted to do.

Ultimately, this is about her relationship with Lu Yunqi, so she should not involve too many people, especially those who care about the three siblings.

The carriage stopped outside the door of Beizhen Medical Service. The driver took a deep breath. After the last experience of going to Lu's house, although his legs were still a little weak this time, he was able to stand steadily.

"Miss, we're here," he said.

Miss Jun got off the carriage and heard the sound of horse hooves before she took a step.

"Miss Jun?"

Several male voices rang out.

Miss Jun looked back and saw Zhang Baotang and others from Sifeng.

"Miss Jun, you're here. That's great." Zhang Baotang said, dismounting from his horse and looking back at a middle-aged man behind him. "Doctor Liang, you can go back now."

"Wait a moment." Si Feng said hurriedly, looking at Miss Jun's complicated expression, "Let's ask Doctor Liang to come."

Zhang Baotang exclaimed.

"But Miss Jun is better than Doctor Liang in medical skills." He said, and then hurriedly looked at Doctor Liang, with a bit of apology, "Doctor Liang, I'm not saying you're not good..."

If this statement was said in the past, it might have embarrassed the imperial physicians, but now it is no longer a problem for many imperial physicians.

Doctor Liang waved his hands before Zhang Baotang could finish speaking.

"No, no, Miss Jun's medical skills are better than mine." He said with a sincere look, "It's better to have Miss Jun here."

Miss Jun bowed to Doctor Liang.

The four phoenixes shook their heads.

"It's not about medical skills." He said, with a wry smile, "Miss Jun, this is our second time here, and we may not be able to get in. If we bring you along, you definitely won't be able to get in. How could he allow you to treat the prince's injuries?"

Zhang Baotang suddenly understood.

He only cared about Miss Jun's medical skills and forgot that Lu Yunqi wanted to suppress Miss Jun's medical practice, to make things difficult for her and force her, not even allowing her to treat other people, let alone Zhu Zan.

Not to mention that Zhu Zan had tried to stop Lu Yunqi from bullying Miss Jun several times. The two of them were fighting for Miss Jun and could be considered rivals in love. Rivals in love were already extremely jealous of each other when they met, but Miss Jun had to care about Zhu Zan in front of Lu Yunqi. Any man would be unhappy.

Zhang Baotang cursed her.

"The caning by the prince is just a flesh wound, so there is no need for Miss Jun to do anything for the time being. The most important thing is to have a reliable doctor take a look." He said, bowing to Miss Jun, "Miss Jun, don't worry."

Miss Jun shook her head.

"Let me do it," she said, "or you still won't be able to get in."

Zhang Baotang was stunned.

What does this mean? Can she let them in?

She is trying to...

"I'm going to see Lu Yunqi." Miss Jun said, "Wait a moment."

Without waiting for Sifeng, Zhang Baotang and others to say anything, he turned and walked towards the gate of Beizhen Fusi.

This gate had been smashed by Zhu Zan with a box, so the damaged parts had of course been repaired. Two Jinyiwei were standing at the door, and they didn't seem to notice them talking outside.

This is not good.

Zhang Baotang took a step forward to call her, but was stopped by Sifeng.

"She's right," he said. "Maybe she's the only one who can let us in to see my second brother."

Zhang Baotang looked at Miss Jun who was standing in front of the Jinyi Guard.

"How could she..." he said, and before he finished his words, he saw the Jinyiwei, who was originally as stiff as a wooden stake or a stone man, bowed respectfully to Miss Jun.

Well, Zhang Baotang swallowed the rest of his words and watched Miss Jun walk in leisurely.

It was obvious that these Jinyi Guards were not so respectful to her just because she was a miracle doctor, but because they had been ordered to do so by Lu Yunqi.

Has he been giving orders like this all the time, or has he calculated that Miss Jun will come to him on her own initiative this time?

"But, she is going to ask Lu Yunqi for help now," he said with a complicated expression, "Lu Yunqi will definitely put forward conditions, what if..."

What if Lu Yunqi wants her to be his concubine?

Will she agree?

This was the first time Miss Jun entered Beizhen Medical Services.

It had blue bricks and gray walls, and was swept clean. There were no officials running around, and it was quiet all around, making it a much more leisurely place than other government offices.

It's really ridiculous that he would feel at ease with the Beizhen Caretaker, who everyone is afraid of. Maybe it's because the Jinyiwei he met were all respectful and polite, stepping aside and giving directions.

No one wants to see Lu Yunqi, and no one can see Lu Yunqi so easily.

Unless Lu Yunqi is willing and has been waiting for a long time.

Miss Jun followed the instructions and walked to an official room.

The place still has green bricks and gray walls. Lu Yunqi, dressed in a scarlet robe, standing under the eaves is not particularly inconspicuous, but blends in with the gray wall.

"You're here." He said with a smile.

Just like a host warmly welcoming a long-awaited guest.

Miss Jun stopped.

"Would you like to come in and sit down?" Lu Yunqi asked, leaning forward to invite him in.

"What are the conditions for me to see him and treat his injuries?" Miss Jun did not answer, but asked directly.

Lu Yunqi sighed lightly.

"It makes me unhappy when you think about other men like this," he said.

Miss Jun looked at him, feeling mixed emotions.

He had said this to her before, and coincidentally it seemed to be because of Zhu Zan. She couldn't remember what they were talking about, but they might have been talking about something about other officials. When they mentioned Duke Cheng, she suddenly thought of Zhu Zan who had fought with King Xian, so she casually asked why he didn't come to the capital again.

Lu Yunqi did not answer at that time, but said something like this.

Of course, this was a joke, just sweet talk between lovers. He was certainly not really angry, and she was also amused and laughed.

There was no anger or dissatisfaction on Lu Yunqi's face at this time. He smiled again after saying this.

"Of course I won't be unhappy," he added, "as long as you come."

Miss Jun was silent.

These words were certainly not meant to soothe or explain his magnanimity. What he meant was that no matter what her purpose was, no matter what she did it for, no matter whether she was happy or sad, as long as she came, as long as she was under his control.

She was not his Nine-Year-Old Princess. What he wanted was a substitute for the Nine-Year-Old Princess. As long as this substitute was in front of him and in his hands, he didn't care whether she was happy or not.

In his eyes, she was just an object, not a person, just like the women kept in the outer houses.

"The conditions are simple." Lu Yunqi continued, and stretched out his hand to her, "Come."

He stood on the steps, looking down and extending a hand.