They are all concubines, so of course they choose the future emperor.

Prince Jing took Blood Swallow to the front yard and found Doctor Zeng.

Doctor Zeng was just about to take Jiang Wanyue's pulse when he saw Prince Jing coming and was a little surprised.

"Is there something wrong, Your Majesty?"

Prince Jing asked someone to pass the blood swallows over.

"Doctor Zeng, take a look, is this a real blood swallow?"

Doctor Zeng felt strange but did not ask any questions. He took the small square box, took out the few remaining blood swallows inside and examined them carefully.

You can't actually see the difference with the naked eye.

Doctor Zeng thought about it, turned back into the house, fiddled with it for a while, and came out with a bowl of brown bird's nest water.

"fake."

Prince Jing's eyes fixed.

Doctor Zeng stuffed the bowl into his hands.

"From the appearance, smell, and color, I can't tell the difference. I tried another method. Don't ask me to pay for it if it's ruined."

Prince Jing was helpless.

"Am I such a stingy person?"

Doctor Zeng's beard twitched and he wanted to snort, but he held it back.

He kindly reminded: "This counterfeit is very sophisticated, and you can't see it on the surface. Ordinary people will be fine if they eat it. But this bird's nest is soaked in a lot of safflower water, which is extremely harmful to pregnant women. If you eat too much, you may have a miscarriage."

Prince Jing's face darkened.

"Sure enough."

Doctor Zeng stroked his beard, rolled his eyes, and roughly guessed what had happened.

He and Doctor Tan lived not far from each other, so he couldn't have been unaware of what happened last night. But since it wasn't a patient he was responsible for, Doctor Zeng didn't bother to intervene.

However, now that Prince Jing is asking about this, it is obvious that there is something behind it.

Doctor Zeng stroked his beard faster.

"How is your Majesty going to investigate?"

Prince Jing clenched his fists and said, "The blood swallows came from the palace, so they must be related to Prince Qi and Concubine De."

Doctor Zeng paused.

"You are being too arbitrary, aren't you? It's not necessarily them who did it."

The situation in the palace is complicated, and other forces are involved.

Prince Jing unclenched his fists, put his hands behind his back, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"If the king says yes, then it is, and if he says no, then it has to be yes."

Doctor Zeng's eyes widened and his pupils trembled.

"Are you planning to..."

He didn't finish his words and stopped himself in time.

"How can I miss such a good opportunity? This time, I have to ask Brother Zeng to help me!"

King Jing bowed deeply to Doctor Zeng.

Prince Jing is rarely so serious.

Doctor Zeng was in a trance for a moment.

I vaguely remember that the last time King Jing paid him a great tribute, he was asking him to save Cui Yun.

It’s a pity that he is just a doctor, not a god.

Doctor Zeng withdrew his thoughts and sighed.

"Since I agreed to go back to Beijing with you, I have already boarded your pirate ship. Tell me! What do you want me to do?"

Prince Jing said nothing. He took Doctor Zeng to the study and called his staff to discuss the matter together.

Today, the team of advisers around Prince Jing has grown a lot, and these staff members have been subtly divided into two teams, old and new. Most of the old ones have followed Prince Jing back from the border, including his former military advisors and generals, as well as those who took the initiative to join him after returning to Beijing.

The newcomers are the literati headed by Lin Shuyan.

Civil and military officials have always looked down on each other since ancient times.

The military generals couldn't stand the literati, thinking they were all mean people who could only stab people in the back; the literati looked down on the military generals, thinking they were all reckless men who could only rush around recklessly without using their brains.

But in the case of Prince Jing, the two groups achieved a rare harmony.

The staff stayed in the study all day.

They didn't leave until nightfall.

At first glance, it seemed that Prince Jing's Mansion was no different from usual.

The night is quiet, the crescent moon hides behind heavy dark clouds, and no one knows when it will appear again.

The next day, after getting up, Jiang Wanyue had breakfast as usual and then took a walk to digest the food.

The weather has been getting hot again these two days, and the ice in her house has never gone cold.

However, Jiang Wanyue was also worried that using too much ice would affect her body, so she would go out and walk around the neighborhood every morning and evening.

It's even hotter this morning.

It's not only hot, but also stuffy.

She left Wutong Courtyard and was already sweating when she reached the bamboo forest. After thinking for a moment, she decided not to force herself to continue walking, but went back to her room.

I had just changed my clothes when I heard Liang's mother coming.

As soon as Mother Liang entered the room, she couldn’t help but take a breath and smiled.

"It's still cooler here, Aunt Jiang."

She said this first before she knelt down towards Jiang Wanyue.

Jiang Wanyue asked her to sit down and asked Xing'er to get tea and snacks.

Mother Liang did not refuse. After sitting down, she started talking about things in the mansion.

There were only a few masters in the backyard, and the news spread quickly.

Soon, Jiang Wanyue learned about Guan Rou's situation.

The reason why Guan Rou showed no signs of movement after two days was that she took a life-saving pill.

She asked her family to get the pill, which was made by a miracle doctor. She went through many twists and turns and spent a huge amount of money to buy it.

Jiang Wanyue couldn't help but sigh after listening to it.

"It can save her life and the life of her unborn child. It is truly a miracle drug."

"That's right!" Mother Liang slapped her thigh and said, "I heard that the miracle doctor was famous all over the country thirty years ago. His medical skills are so high that he can even bring the dead back to life! It's a pity that this old man is so elusive that no one knows where he is."

Jiang Wanyue didn't know what happened thirty years ago, so she couldn't help but feel curious.

"Mother Liang knows this miracle doctor?"

Mother Liang took a sip of iced honey tea and began to speak fluently.

The miracle doctor is the true god.

Thirty years ago, the late emperor was still alive, and the present emperor was just an unloved prince. During an autumn hunt, the late emperor was injured, and the wound would not heal, and the blood kept flowing. Later, the present emperor did everything he could to find a miracle doctor, who cured the late emperor.

At that time, the late emperor had lost too much blood. The present emperor took the initiative to step forward and asked the divine doctor to use a secret method to transfer the blood, thus saving the late emperor's life.

The late emperor was deeply moved and thought that this son was extremely filial, so he passed the throne to him.

Jiang Wanyue's eyes flashed when she heard this.

She didn't believe that the emperor did this out of filial piety.

Could the person who could become emperor be such a simple and pure person?

I'm afraid it was a play done in collaboration with the miracle doctor.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanyue became somewhat disenchanted with this so-called "miracle doctor".

Mother Liang sat for fifteen minutes and drank two cups of tea before she got up and left.

Mier came in to clean up the teacups and couldn't help muttering.

"Mrs. Liang is getting more and more excessive. She is not as respectful to you as before and she didn't even bow before leaving."

Jiang Wanyue raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"When you gain power suddenly, you're bound to lose your sense of proportion. That's how people are. Now that she's still useful, don't worry about these little details."

Mi'er pursed her lips and nodded.

Jiang Wanyue couldn't help laughing when she saw her expression of enduring humiliation.

“Our Mi’er is much more sensible and can hold back in front of Mother Liang.”

She took Mi'er's hand and praised her a few words.

Mi'er felt embarrassed by the praise.