Yue Jiang glanced at Jing Yan, her words as stiff as someone in the night, but she could tell the difference between feigned seriousness and genuine seriousness, otherwise why wouldn't she dare to look her in the eye?
She feigned submission and nodded repeatedly, "Alright, alright, at most Your Highness might be unwilling, I'll just coax you a bit more."
These words made Jing Yan's eyebrows twitch. Shang Yu, who was inside, came out wiping his hands and gestured to Jing Yan: "Your Highness, the Ninth Prince's illness is under control."
Upon hearing this, Jing Yan went into the inner room. He didn't tell Yue Jiang that she couldn't go, so Yue Jiang followed him inside.
When they went inside, Rong Ying was taking care of the Ninth Prince, wiping the sweat from his face.
Yue Jiang saw a boy of about seventeen or eighteen lying on the bed. He was pale and sickly, very thin, and had traces of vomit on his body.
Shang Yu explained the Ninth Prince's illness to Jing Yan.
“Your Highness, the Ninth Prince’s illness is a congenital weakness. Congenital illnesses are generally difficult to cure completely. The Ninth Prince’s weakness has been long-standing, making treatment even more complicated. I am not confident that I can remove the root cause of his weakness.”
"But let me try. I will frequently give the Ninth Prince acupuncture and study the medicine. In the future, the number of times he suddenly foams at the mouth and has convulsions like today will decrease. Whether the disease can be completely eliminated depends on the situation."
Rong Ying: "Actually, my mother also had this disease before."
Whether these words were a sigh or just a casual remark, his mood was quite low, and the look in his eyes as he stared at the Ninth Prince was full of complex emotions.
Jing Yan gazed at Rong Ying's lonely back, paused for a moment, and instructed Shang Yu, "If you have any ideas, try them on the Ninth Prince!"
Shang Yu: "Yes!"
The room fell silent again. After a moment, Jing Yan patted Rong Ying on the shoulder and said, "It's a good thing that Shang Yu isn't helpless. Take good care of him."
“Hmm,” Rong Ying nodded.
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