After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Knowing Yang Huai's injuries, Xie Nanxing naturally became more worried about Xia Yu.

Given the current situation, if he spoke even one more word to Xia Yu, it would affect Xia Yu's reputation.

"Since Doctor Cheng has prepared so many life-saving medicines, why don't you go to Prince Ming's mansion and see Prince Ming for a consultation?"

It was supposed to be a solicitation of opinions with questions, but when Xie Nanxing spoke it, it sounded like a calm statement.

Cheng Yangqiu put the new prescription in Mo Ping's hand and said, "These days, the masters of each mansion invite doctors to come to their homes. If I insist on rushing to see the master, I will not only not be allowed to enter the house, but I may even be beaten with a stick."

"Your Majesty's actions today are worthy of the word benevolence and righteousness. Doctor Cheng is also well-known in this divine capital for his ability to save the world. You came to see a doctor today in admiration of Your Majesty's name, which is a rare and beautiful story."

Yang Huai took out a five-hundred-liang silver note, and habitually smiled on his pale face: "Doctor Cheng only needs to make this one visit. Whether it succeeds or not, this is the consultation fee given by my master."

The carriage stopped about a mile away from Prince Ming's Palace. Cheng Yangqiu put the five hundred taels of silver into his purse and got off the carriage with a smile on his face.

Every question you ask will earn you five hundred taels, and whether you succeed or not, you can leave a good reputation for yourself.

Even if Cheng Yangqiu was a fool, he would not refuse the opportunity to gain both fame and fortune.

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The officials who attended the morning court left the palace and returned to their respective offices, and Xun Zhan also happened to send the last official who had reported on his work away from the capital.

All the tasks that required him to do personally have been completed, and the remaining clerical work will be handled by the Deputy Minister of the Ministry of War and his men.

After working day and night for so long, Xun Zhan must take a good rest in the days before the New Year. Once he has enough energy, he will accompany Xia Yu to travel around.

As soon as he entered the Ministry of War, he saw the newly appointed Minister Xu of the Ministry of War walking out of the dining hall. Although Xun Zhan did not understand why the new minister had to eat in the dining hall every day, he respected him.

After all, Xun Zhan would never treat himself badly, and he always looked down on the food in places like the dining hall.

Suppressing the joy on his face about the upcoming holiday, Xun Zhan greeted him with a smile: "Your humble servant greets Lord Xu."

Minister Xu took a sip of hot tea from the kettle and asked, "Is everything done?"

"Since Lord Xu has given an order, I will naturally carry it out properly."

Although Xun Zhan is young, he is well versed in all kinds of skills and worldly affairs.

Before he entered the official career, he was already a master of Xia Territory. Xun Zhan, who had bet on the right thing, might be able to reach a height that even Xun Xiang could not reach in the future.

In the future, it is still uncertain who will be the master of whom.

Minister Xu naturally kept the matter of his immediate superior's second son in mind.

Without Xun Zhan taking the initiative to speak, Minister Xu spoke up: "You have been really hard-working these days. You should pack up today and go home early. You don't need to come to this office in the next few days. Remember to say hello to Prime Minister Xun on my behalf."

Xun Zhan smiled and nodded, and continued to follow Minister Xu to send him back to his official place: "Why did you have lunch so late today, sir?"

"Today, Shen Jinmo's husband beat the drum of all people. That kid is really resourceful. He actually turned over the case."

Pretending to be shocked, Xun Zhan asked, "After Xie Nanxing was hit by those thirty boards, can he still overturn Shen Jinmo's verdict?"

Xie Nanxing, who was carried into the palace by Xia Xin just after he entered a trance and was still alive, would do anything for Shen Jinmo.

Minister Xu shook his head: "It should have been him who took the beating, but the Prince of Ming missed the friendship he had with him and took twenty beatings for him in front of all the civil and military officials."

When Minister Xu looked at Xun Zhan, the smile on his face was meaningful.

As for the fact that Xia Yu took the blame for Xie Nanxing, in the eyes of those who were up and down in the officialdom, it was a very good move.

Suffering a little physical pain not only made the usually suspicious emperor feel at ease about him, but also won the hearts of the court officials invisibly.

And the success of this move was naturally inseparable from Xun Zhan’s advice.

Xun Zhan's hands, which were holding the hand warmer and were shaking under his cloak, asked dryly, "Didn't the King of Ming come to court for a few days because of a cold? Your Excellency, please don't deceive me."

Looking at Xun Zhan's absent-minded reaction, Minister Xu was really a little confused.

Could it be that Xia Yu really came up with this idea on a whim?

"I don't know about the rest, but it is true that King Ming was beaten with twenty sticks today on behalf of Xie Nanxing."

The strength in my fingertips disappeared, and the stove in my hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The moment the heater fell to the ground, Xun Zhan, who had just been talking to Minister Xu, rushed out of the yamen without even saying hello.

The carriage sped along the official road of the capital. The wide-open windows let the wind and snow into the carriage, forcing Xun Zhan to think over all the causes and consequences.

Xun Zhan was so deep in thought that he couldn't figure out the reason for what happened today. His fingertips were turning white as he gripped the car window tightly, and every word he said was poisonous.

"Go and check who revealed this to the King."

The purpose of today's action is to save Xie Nanxing's life.

But he had left Xia Yu in Prince Ming's palace, and before he left today, he had never heard that Xia Yu had any plans to go to court.

If it weren't for the guidance of someone with ulterior motives, how could Xia Yu suddenly enter the palace?

He, Xun Zhan, is protecting someone with his life, who would dare to use him to exchange for another person's life?

In his eyes, the lives of ten Xie Nanxings are not worth a strand of Xia Yu's hair.

The carriage had not yet stopped, and Xun Zhan's demeanor as a young master from a noble family was left behind as he ran madly into the main courtyard.

Cheng Yangqiu, who had treated Xia Yu's wound, was brought out of the house by his servants. Even though the faint smell of blood was completely blocked by the smell of medicine on Cheng Yangqiu's body, Xun Zhan still smelled it thoroughly the moment they passed by each other.

His face was pale, and he stood at the door of Xia Yu's bedroom, clenching his hands repeatedly.

Xun Zhan, who couldn't protect Xia Yu, didn't even have the courage to open the door.

"Xun Zhan, are you coming in?"

The voice of the person asking the question was much thinner than usual, and the smile hidden in his voice made Xun Zhan's eyes red.

He looked up at the sky, tears forced back into his eyes. After taking a few breaths, Xun Zhan pushed open the door with his clenched fists.

The man who used to be full of energy and could easily lift him up and hold him down was now lying face down on the bed, covered from waist to hip by a breathable cover, with two blankets covering the upper and lower body respectively.

The pain must have been unbearable, and his cheeks, which had lost some flesh from being pampered, were covered in cold sweat.

Xun Zhan took a quick look and realized that Xia Yu had lost a lot of weight in just one morning.

Xun Zhan, who seldom frowned, had every wrinkle on his face turned into a dense mass of pain.

With his sweaty hands he carefully removed the cover. He first looked at the buttocks covered with moist ointment, and then saw the red-stained white towel placed under the waist. Xun Zhan's tears just fell.

He gently moved closer and blew towards the dense blood holes. A pair of invisible hands tightly grasped Xun Zhan's throat and slowly applied force.

Breathing, at this moment, also became painful.