Late at night, everything is silent.

In the brightly lit imperial study room, a man in a bright yellow dragon robe stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at the man in black kneeling on the ground, his face was dim and he could not see joy or anger.

After a moment of silence, he spoke lightly, "Who sent his maid out to buy medicine?"

"Yes." The man in black replied, "I bought some ordinary medicinal herbs, and some of them are used to nourish the body."

"But what other actions are there?"

The man in black lowered his eyes and replied respectfully: "After entering the palace, the woman moved into Jingxin Garden next to Zhaochen Hall, and shut down all the maids. No one was allowed to serve in the inner courtyard, leaving only two maids who were sweeping."

“Is there any more?”

"..." The man in black lowered his head and thought for a while, shook his head slowly, "The imperial physicians took his highness and surrendered, but... the imperial physician Yang did not have a very good impression of that woman."

Not a good impression?

The man in yellow robe frowned. How should he explain this sentence?

Does it mean that a woman is not good at medical skills, so she looks down on her, or does it mean that she is dissatisfied with other aspects?

Looking up at the dark sky outside, the dark color in his eyes surged. He spoke lightly, his tone with the majesty and depth of the superior, "Speak up to Doctor Yang to come."

"yes."

...

Mr. Zhong personally brought Ye Jin's supper into the inner hall, and brought the ointment left by Doctor Yang and wanted to apply medicine to King Jin, Wu Ji said lightly: "I'll do it."

Manager Zhong looked at him in surprise, "Doctor Yang told him..."

"It's just for the medicine. The housekeeper is worried that I can't even handle this matter well?" Wu Ji looked at him coldly, turned to look at Ye Jin lying on the bed, "Master, let me get down on the job of applying medicine in the future."

Ye Jin nodded indifferently.

Seeing this, Housekeeper Zhong frowned, but was helpless and said, "Then be careful, don't hurt the prince, and-"

"I know." Wu Ji interrupted him again, his tone was already a little impatient, "Master is in a bad mood and doesn't like too many people to stay here, you can leave."

Housekeeper Zhong was suffocated and held his breath in his throat, unable to get up or down. However, in front of his prince, he could not express any anger and had to bow and leave in depression.

When he walked out of the room, he happened to meet Jiuqing who was coming towards him. Manager Zhong subconsciously wanted to stop him, and then he thought that Jiuqing's identity could be free to enter and exit here. If he had no words, he swallowed it back.

Moreover, Jiuqing was holding a tray in his hand, and a bowl of black soup medicine on the tray was emitting a strong smell of medicine.

"Miss Si."

Jiuqing nodded and greeted him lightly, "Butler Zhong."

After the words fell, they passed by.

Walking into the inner hall, watching Ye Jin get up from the bed, Wu Ji shouted beside him, "Master, you can't get up yet..."

"I am not dead yet, shut up." Ye Jin replied coldly, sat upright on the edge of the bed, Wu Ji was scolded, but obediently half-kneeled and served him to pass on the boots.

Although a sharp pain came when it involved the scars on his back, Ye Jin's expression had almost no change. Apart from his excessively pale face, he was like an iron man without any sense of pain on his face.
Chapter completed!