"Being paralyzed is worse than being dead."
The physician's back was already covered in cold sweat. "Miss Qingwan is not stupid. The Prime Minister is keeping a close eye on her now, and the Prince is waiting for her to recover. If something happens at this time, I'm afraid it won't be good."
Jiang Yanwan's slender fingers caressed the rim of the teacup, her smile not reaching her eyes at all. "Is that so? There's only you and me in this room. Even if I had something now, you wouldn't survive until today."
The physician was trembling with fear.
"How much of the Prime Minister's family's medicinal herb procurement funds have you embezzled over the years? Your stupid son has been fattened up and grown strong on this front. Are you more afraid of Lin Qingwan dying or of having no descendants?"
The physician kowtowed repeatedly, begging for mercy, "Young Miss, please spare my life. This servant will definitely take care of things properly."
Jiang Yanwan's face turned cold. "That's good enough. Why all the fuss?"
With a solution in mind, she felt less upset.
But fate seemed to be on her side this time, because Xia Yan came back and said that there was news about the scholar that Jiang Zhenlin had sent someone to look for.
The Eastern Palace.
After Zhao Cong finished dealing with official business, it was past noon, and the nanny coaxed Feng'er to take a nap.
He can finally rest in peace for a while.
Cang Ying waited until he had finished his meal before slowly saying, "The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review has submitted the case file, and it will be closed once you have reviewed it."
Zhao Cong leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes to rest. "No wonder Minister Gao didn't recommend anyone for promotion this year."
"What does Your Highness mean?"
"No need to show it to me, just approve it."
Cang Ying nodded.
Zhao Cong asked again, "I heard she injured her back, and even the imperial physicians couldn't help her, Seventh Brother?"
"Young Master Jiang kicked him in the waist and his forehead hit the bridge railing. I heard he's been bedridden for days and can't move."
Zhao Cong frowned slightly. Was it that serious?
"There's a commander named Xiao in the Jingbei Army who comes from a family of bone-setting specialists. Have Tong Di take him over to see him."
When Guard Tong received the order, it took him a while to find his voice, "I'll take men?"
Cang Ying nodded, "Yes, don't mention the Crown Prince's name."
"This is the approval slip from the Crown Prince. We can go to Jingbei Army to transfer people this afternoon."
"That's not the issue." Guard Tong, a tall and burly man, scratched the back of his head helplessly like a teenager. "I... I have no dealings with Miss Qingwan. How would I know she was injured out of the blue? What am I supposed to say if I knock on the Prime Minister's gate?"
Cang Ying pursed her lips. "You're asking me? How would I know?"
"Grandpa Cang, you can read the Crown Prince's mind, you have to help me."
Cang Ying pushed away his hand that was pulling at her sleeve with her pinky finger, "You're still the Crown Prince's confidant, be confident, you can do it."
The guard looked bewildered and, ignoring the gazes of the guards beside him, cried out helplessly, "I...I really can't do it."
Laughter erupted from all around, and some people even egged him on, saying, "Guard Tong, a man can't say no."
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