A month later.
With the help of the imperial court, the disaster-stricken areas quickly rebuilt houses, distributed fertile land, and regained their vitality.
At the emperor's urging, Ji Yun and his party will embark on the journey back to the capital.
On the wide road, accompanied by the sound of carriage wheels, Ji Yun sat in the front of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and glanced back.
"Send her over."
Shi Ying naturally knew that it was Miss Ning, and quickly brought her over as instructed.
In full view of the crowd, everyone watched as a beautiful female doctor entered the prince's carriage.
My mind couldn't help but become confused.
The prince is sick?
Why summon a female doctor? You could have summoned a royal physician.
Ji Yun handed the sour plum soup he had just served to Ning Yu, his fingers slender and translucent white. "It's hot now, drink some to cool down."
Ning Yu didn't hesitate, as she was indeed a little thirsty. "Thank you, Your Highness."
As soon as I held the porcelain cup in the bowl, a cool breeze hit me in the face. I took a sip and it was sour, sweet, and delicious.
Ning Yu's eyes lit up and he drank it all in one gulp.
Ning Yu put down the porcelain cup and saw that there was nothing in front of Ji Yun. She asked curiously, "Your Highness, aren't you going to drink?"
"I've already drunk it."
Shi Ying accidentally heard their conversation and thought.
It was extremely difficult to make a bowl of sour plum soup when there were no kitchen utensils on the road, but His Highness gave it to Miss Ning casually.
It seems that His Highness really likes her. I wonder when she will become our master?
Ning Yu felt a little uneasy. "Your Highness, what do you want to talk to me about?"
You can't be asking her to drink sour plum soup, right?
Ji Yun stared at her without averting his eyes, and said lightly, "I haven't seen you for a long time."
Ning Yu subconsciously looked away, but could still feel the burning sensation.
She now understood Ji Yun's intentions.
But when she thought about choosing a lady from a high-ranking family to be the Crown Princess after she returned to the capital, the discomfort disappeared without a trace in an instant.
His expression became calm and his tone was extremely indifferent.
"Oh, since Your Highness is fine, I'll leave now."
Ji Yun frowned slightly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong with Ning Yu.
Or does he simply not want to be with him?
Thinking of this, a hint of anger flashed across Ji Yun's eyes, and the beast that had been suppressed broke out of the cage. He leaned his body slightly, and pinched Ning Yu's chin with his bony fingers.
The tone was cold.
"Why? Is it because of your late husband? Or is it because of that so-called Song Ziyu?"
Ning Yu felt that Ji Yun's question was inexplicable. She was forced to look up at him, her eyes a little moist due to resentment.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Ji Yun's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and his strength increased. Ning Yu couldn't help but groan in pain, and subconsciously raised her hand to hit his hand away.
“Bang!”
Ning Yu looked down at Ji Yun's hand, which was already red. She had not eased up on the blow just now.
Will I be arrested if I hit the prince?
Ning Yu couldn't help but think wildly and glanced at Ji Yun cautiously. His eyes were full of emotions that kept fluctuating, making it impossible to get a glimpse of them.
At this time, Song Ziyu's voice came, "Your Highness, I have something to report."
Ning Yuru heard the heavenly sound and said hurriedly, "Since the commander-in-chief wants to see Your Highness, I will take my leave first."
Ning Yu lifted the car curtain and got out.
The man glanced at Song Ziyu casually. He seemed to feel Ning Yu's gaze, turned his head to look at her, and said softly, "Are you okay?"
Ning Yu shook his head.
If there is something wrong, it’s better to say it’s the prince.
Song Ziyu looked Ning Yu up and down secretly, especially on her face, but there was no trace of emotion.
The reason he came over was because he heard the sound of slapping coming from the carriage.
Could it be that the prince was beaten?
An incredible idea emerged in Song Ziyu's mind.
Ning Yu didn't want to stay here any longer and walked to the back.
Before arriving in the capital, Ning Yu had never seen Ji Yun again, and there was also a reason why she deliberately avoided going there.
Four years ago, he was the one who abandoned her first, so why was he taking the initiative to find her now?
As a little pomegranate spirit, she could not understand and did not comprehend.
After arriving in the capital, Ning Yu packed his luggage.
Song Ziyu took the initiative to carry her luggage and her small medicine box, and said in a gentle tone, "I'll take you to the clinic."
Ning Yu did not refuse. She had intended to choose Song Ziyu and smiled slightly.
"Thank you, sir."
Song Ziyu couldn't help but laugh too.
As the sun sets, the two figures are stretched out in a long line, vaguely intertwined, but soon separate.
Imperial Palace, Xuanzheng Hall.
Ji Yun bowed to the emperor and, after reporting, said calmly, "Father, I wish to ask for a favor on behalf of someone."
The emperor put down the memorial and asked curiously, "Oh? Who is it? To think that Yun'er could come to me personally to beg for mercy."
His son has always been aloof and arrogant, and he is the same when facing his father. It is precisely because of this, and Ji Yun's outstanding talent, that he likes this son very much.
"It was Ning Yu who made such a great contribution to the Jiangnan relief efforts. Not only did she selflessly donate the prescription, but she was also my lifesaver..."
The emperor carefully examined Ji Yun and didn't notice any difference in his attitude towards Ning Yu. "In that case, then confer the title of Xiangjun on her."
Ji Yun got a satisfactory result and left Xuan Zheng Hall and walked towards the Queen's palace.
Not far away, Song Ziyu strode towards Xuanzheng Hall. The eunuch saw the commander and smiled, "The commander is here. I will inform you right away."
"Thank you."
Soon, the eunuch let Song Ziyu in.
Song Ziyu lifted his robe and knelt down to pay his respects. "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you. Long live the emperor."
"Get up."
Song Ziyu slowly stood up and said, "I would like to ask for a favor from Your Majesty."
The emperor raised his eyebrows. "What's going on today? It's already today. Who is Zi Yu asking for mercy for?"
When Song Ziyu heard the emperor's last words, his brows frowned slightly, but soon relaxed.
"Zi Yu would like to ask Your Majesty to grant me a marriage with Ning Yu, the doctor of Shanren Hall."
"Ning Yu?"
The emperor thought he had misheard, so just in case, he asked, "Is it Ning Yu who selflessly handed over the prescription for the epidemic during the relief efforts in Jiangnan?"
As the emperor asked the question, Song Ziyu had a bad feeling in his heart.
But he didn't show it on his face, "Yes."
The emperor narrowed his eyes and asked the prince to come to him in person to ask for mercy, and asked his most favored minister to ask for her marriage.
This woman named Ning Yu doesn't seem to be simple.
As time passed, the emperor remained silent.
Song Ziyu's heart gradually became heavy.
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