"General, please ask the maid to arrange it. The doctor and I will be out for a while."

When Zhao Ji and the others entered the house again, a thick gauze curtain had been hung in front of the bed in the inner room.

Only a pair of white arms stretched out from behind the curtain.

The imperial physician hurried forward to take the patient's pulse, and from time to time, suppressed coughs could be heard from behind the curtain.

The more the imperial physician felt the patient's pulse, the more his brows furrowed. "General, how long has this illness lasted?"

The general behind the curtain was about to answer when he heard a violent cough. The maid beside him could not bear it any longer and stepped forward to reply, "The general rode back from the border town at full speed. He fell ill the day after he came back here. It has been five days now."

The imperial physician sighed when he heard this and said, "Then I will prescribe some medicine for the general first!"

Zhao Ji noticed the look on the doctor's face. When the doctor left the inner room and came to the courtyard, Zhao Ji hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How is the general's condition? The envoys of the vassal states are waiting for the general to negotiate peace. Is it possible to let the general get out of bed?"

The imperial physician sighed, looked at Zhao Ji again, and pulled Zhao Ji away from him to sit under a tree nearby.

"Master, to be honest, the general's illness came on strangely and his pulse was very weak. In addition, for the past five days, I can tell you privately that I have even seen a faint sign of death!"

Zhao Ji was horrified: "Is it really that serious? Doesn't that mean the general won't be able to get out of bed for a short period of time? Is there any strong medicine that can be used to hang him up first?"

The imperial physician shook his head and said, "The general's condition seems to be caused by a pathogenic wind that has penetrated deep into his bones. If you use strong medicine, I'm afraid he won't even be able to make it through."

Zhao Ji nodded thoughtfully: "General, I hope the imperial physician can keep the secret and not let anyone know. After all, the peace talks with the envoys of the vassal states are also at a critical juncture."

"This is a matter of great importance to the border, please be cautious, Imperial Physician!"

As Zhao Ji spoke these words, his momentum gradually grew stronger, and the imperial physician repeatedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

And he kept nodding and promised not to tell anyone.

After letting the imperial physician leave, Zhao Ji returned to the general's mansion.

However, at this time, Zhao Ji had some more medicine bags and cakes in his hands, and it was obvious that he came to see a doctor.

With these two trips in and out of the general's mansion, the entire court knew that the general was ill.

As soon as the imperial physician returned to the palace, he was summoned by the emperor.

"What is the situation of General Yun?"

The imperial physician knelt on the ground and told the whole story: "The evil wind has entered the body and he is dying. If I continue to use medicine to treat him, it will only temporarily relieve the general's symptoms, but I am afraid it will not be able to cure them completely."

"If the general is not careful during this period, his life may be in danger!"

The emperor stood up suddenly and asked in disbelief, "Is Yun Nishang's illness so serious?"

The imperial physician nodded repeatedly: "This is indeed the pulse condition that I have diagnosed. Your Majesty can also send other imperial physicians to check the pulse. I guess they will also be in the same situation!"

The emperor waved his hand, unwilling to make any more trouble, and said directly: "You are the head of the Imperial Hospital, and I know your medical skills. Forget it, General Yun has fought for the country in the north for many years, you must do your best to treat him wholeheartedly."

Although Zhao Ji repeatedly warned him not to disclose the general's situation.

But because Zhao Ji deliberately showed off his death, and because he visited with a medicine bag in hand.

Even the foreign envoys who lived in another street knew that General Yun was seriously ill.

Gutali sat opposite the Third Prince, looking slightly happy: "Third Prince, this is simply a godsend. Yun Nishang, that fierce woman, actually has weak moments. Could this be what the people in the Central Plains call acclimatization?"

The Third Prince was obviously not as optimistic as Gutali: "Don't be too happy too soon. I have been dealing with Yun Nishang for so many years. Don't make a conclusion before the truth is confirmed!"

Gutali looked puzzled: "The Third Prince means that Yun Nishang is pretending to be sick? But why is she pretending to be sick? Isn't the emperor of Central Plains counting on her and that Zhao Ji to discuss trade with us?"

The third prince frowned, "This is indeed something I haven't figured out. Logically speaking, Yun Nishang should have come to us during this period. Given her understanding of us, she will definitely make a big fuss about this matter. Maybe no one will be willing to allow trade."

In fact, in order to deal with the negotiations between Yun Nishang and Zhao Ji, the third prince has been in disguise during this period.

As a result, one of these two people just asked about the itinerary on the surface, and if Gutali and others had other schedules, they would immediately cancel the negotiations for that day.

The other Yun Nishang had never even shown up. Now they knew that the reason Yun Nishang didn't show up before was because she was seriously ill.

But this is also unusual.

Could it be that all the officials in the imperial court of the Central Plains have become so lazy?

No sense of crisis and negotiation at all?

The third prince was puzzled, but the most important thing now was to confirm whether Yun Nishang was sick or not.

"Send a few people, disguised as gangsters, to explore the general's mansion at night!"

Gutali nodded.

That night, Yun Nishang was lying in bed when she felt that there seemed to be people gathering outside. After a violent cough, a hoarse voice came from Yun Nishang's room.

"There must be an assassin. Quickly notify the guards of the General's Mansion and capture the assassin!"

It was just such a short sentence, and he said it while suppressing a cough.

When the maid at the door heard the order, she was a little flustered and didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to do for a moment, so she started shouting.

"There is an assassin, come and catch him..."

Such a loud voice made Gutali and the others speechless. It was clearly just knocking on the window, but the maid's shouting sounded like she was trying to kill someone and silence them.

"Retreat quickly!" Although it was only a short time, Gutali saw Yun Nishang's pale face and the unfinished Chinese medicine in the room. He also heard Yun Nishang's weak voice and the suppressed cough.

In this way, the third prince was indeed relieved.

"Do you think this is a godsend? We have been fighting with Yun Nishang for so many years, and we have never seen her get so sick!"

Ambition flashed in the third prince's eyes.

Gutali nodded respectfully: "This trip to the capital city has indeed been smooth sailing everywhere. It can be seen that the grassland god of my tribe has blessed us!"

The two looked at each other, and suddenly they had an idea: "If Yun Nishang is sick, then the northern border will be without a commander, without a backbone?"

Gutali and the third prince became excited all of a sudden.