The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival.
Due to border conflicts, the Lantern Festival temple fair was not held this year.
This should have been a day for family reunion, but Jiang Bai's family was missing one person.
Staring at the note in his hand, Jiang Bai fell into a long silence.
Upon closer inspection, one can see that the paper in her hand is already somewhat wrinkled.
"Master, should we deal with those people?" Jia's eyes flashed with a cold light, his hand was held horizontally in front of his neck, and his face was solemn.
Jiang Bai crumpled the letter into a ball, closed his eyes, and opened them a moment later.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes.
"No rush. Send Jia Shiyi to the capital first to find a way to infiltrate Prince Xin's residence and see if he can make contact with her."
"yes."
"Also, investigate further why the Prince Xin's heir brought her back to the manor."
"Yes, ma'am."
A stepped down and told A-11 the news he had received.
"Why do all of His Highness's descendants suffer from this ailment?"
Jia Shiyi muttered something to himself, but his hands moved quickly.
After treatment, Jiang Songwen's speech was no longer a problem, and he was preparing to treat another ailment when he was unexpectedly diagnosed with the same condition.
He was suddenly subjected to a major upheaval and inhuman torture, which led to his mental breakdown.
Each one is more miserable than the last.
Judging from the paper alone, Song's illness did not appear to be serious.
Given the power and influence of the Prince Xin's mansion, it's not like they couldn't find a skilled doctor to treat her illness.
Therefore, Song's condition may not be limited to mental instability.
Jia Shiyi left Pingshan overnight, carrying a forged travel permit that Jia Yi had ordered someone to forge, and descended the mountain with a solemn expression.
As soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, he saw Jiang Bai dressed as a servant, carrying a package, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"master."
Jia Shiyi was startled and quickly stepped forward to pay his respects.
At the same time, he wondered to himself, "Could this person also be going to the capital?"
"Okay, let's go!"
Jiang Bai didn't say much. He took out two more travel permits and identity documents and placed them in Jia Shiyi's hand. Jia Shiyi glanced at them and understood what was going on.
The document identifies him as a traveling doctor, while Jiang Bai is the doctor's nephew and apprentice.
The two men were invited by a merchant in the capital to treat the old lady of his family.
This identity is indeed much better than the false identity documents that the Black-Clad Guards had prepared before.
Most importantly, the people in the capital are not so easy to approach.
Song's illness hadn't developed overnight, and Jiang Bai knew that there was no use in worrying about it.
She drove the carriage for Jia Shiyi along the way, which frightened him quite a bit.
When they arrived outside the county town, servants from the merchants' households were already waiting at the city gate.
Upon seeing the carriage in the distance, the man cupped his hands and asked loudly, "I wonder if Doctor Ji is inside the carriage?"
"Exactly."
Jia Shiyi lifted the curtain and got off the carriage, and Jiang Bai naturally followed behind him.
"Then this must be Brother Ji, right?"
The servant bowed politely to Jiang Bai, exchanged a few pleasantries with Jia Shiyi, and then led his men and carriage to the city gate.
After identifying himself to the officers and soldiers and having his carriage inspected, he entered the county town and came out from the other end.
Upon their release, they were naturally subjected to questioning and forced to offer sacrifices.
Starting from Nan'an County, there are several similar county towns on the way to the capital.
The closer they got to the capital, the stricter the checks by the officials and soldiers became.
Several times the soldiers even tried to search the merchant's body, but fortunately the merchant's servant was a good man and managed to smooth things over properly, thus averting a tragedy.
"Dr. Ji, is it convenient for you to come to our residence now?"
The servant, having wasted a lot of time, disregarded Jiang Bai and his companion's travel-worn appearance and asked questions as soon as they entered the city gate.
"That's convenient."
The two used the pretext of treating a patient, and the old lady in the house had a strange illness that many doctors had failed to cure.
To infiltrate Prince Xin's residence, one must first make a name for oneself.
Jia Shiyi glanced at Jiang Bai discreetly, wondering if his master had already anticipated this and that was why he had sought out a doctor's identity.
Guided by a servant, the two quickly arrived at their master's house.
Yang Residence.
Looking at the plaque above the gate, Jia Shiyi's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything and followed the people into the mansion.
After a quick wash, the two were led to Madam Yang's courtyard.
This old lady is already eighty years old, a true centenarian in this era.
When Jia Shiyi took the pulse, he was taken aback.
Seeing the old lady lying unconscious on the bed, her face as pale as paper, he thought it was some kind of difficult illness, but it turned out to be just a common cold.
Looking at the frail old lady on the bed, who seemed to have one foot in the coffin, he quickly understood.
Elderly people like this are generally weaker than young people.
Although she had a cold, it was more dangerous than a common cold.
Doctors in the capital often treated nobles, but fearing that strong medicine would offend them, they used milder prescriptions to allow the patient to recover gradually.
Little did they know that for an acute illness like the old lady's, drastic measures were needed to relieve the symptoms first, followed by gradual recuperation.
Jia Shiyi knew what was going on and quickly wrote down the prescription and handed it to the person serving the old lady.
The man was knowledgeable in medicine. Upon seeing the prescription, his expression changed, and he couldn't help but look at Jia Shiyi and the other man with a hint of suspicion.
"This is how I always treat patients. Whether you use this prescription or not is up to you."
Jia Shiyi slightly raised his chin, left a sentence, and returned to the guest room prepared for them by the Yang family.
Meanwhile, the old woman who knew medicine took the prescription to report to the head of the Yang family.
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