After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

The ministers were speechless. Fang Nanzhi could not go to the court to defend herself, but didn’t you, Fang Yin, defend her in every word?

What else do you want?

Sitting on the dragon throne, the emperor paused for a moment before speaking, "My dear minister, you are right. Doctor Fang is only a teenager, and a young girl. If she heard about this, she would probably be frightened."

"So, the officials who had previously implicated Fang Nanzhi for no reason will come to the girl's house to apologize and appease her."

The ministers were almost stunned.

They were officials appointed by the imperial court, with official ranks and wearing official robes, yet they had to apologize to a teenage girl?

This is so undignified.

Someone whispered, "Your Majesty, this is not in accordance with etiquette."

"What's inappropriate about that? Confucius said that knowing one's mistakes is the best way to improve. Don't you know you're wrong?" Fang Yin retorted.

No one in the court dared to speak for a while.

The emperor waited for a while before letting them leave the court without further ado.

The impeachment of Fang Yin in the court ended just like that, and those people lost both the wife and the army.

The emperor went to the East Palace, but did not go in at the main house door.

From inside the house, the prince's roar could be heard from time to time. It was the sound of someone losing their mind due to pain.

Qing Yan's veins popped up at this moment, and he clenched his fists and punched the wall hard.

The joints of his hands were already blue and red, but he seemed not to notice and continued to punch one after another.

After struggling for half an hour, Qing Yan finally stopped panting, half leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes to rest.

During this period, the parasite attacks two to three times a day, at irregular times.

At first, Qing Yan would faint from the pain, but now that his pain tolerance has improved, he no longer faints, but he can feel the pain more clearly.

The Eastern Palace was surrounded, and only Old Zhou, under the emperor's arrangement, had secretly entered the palace once and knew the prince's current situation.

The emperor wanted to prescribe some painkillers, but Mr. Zhou did not recommend it.

The medicine itself is harmful to the body and only treats the symptoms, not the root cause, so it is of no use.

Although the emperor was disappointed, he didn't force it.

His main hope now is to directly take over the southwest, find the Miao people, and let the Miao people detoxify the prince.

As the room quieted down, the emperor's frown slowly relaxed.

"Yan'er, the imperial envoys will arrive in the southwest in four or five days. The people I secretly sent out have already gathered evidence in the southwest. It won't be long before I can control the southwest and cure my son's illness."

In the room, Qing Yan was sweating profusely, his body seemed to be exhausted, but his temperament was still cold and calm.

He seemed not to hear the emperor's words and did not respond.

The emperor didn't mind. He knew his son's temper and it had been like this these days.

The emperor continued to himself: "Yan'er, you've only been ill for a few days, and those people in the court can't hold back anymore. Today, someone impeached Fang Yin and even implicated the young girl who treated you."

"Don't worry, I will clean up the court for you, and when you take over in the future, things will go much more smoothly."

Inside the house, Qing Yan's eyes flashed with coldness, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Who? Who bullied Zhizhi?"

The emperor was stunned and thought he was hallucinating.

He has been coming to the East Palace to sit for a while every day recently, but the prince has never paid any attention to him.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, the emperor briefly recounted what had happened in the court, including the fact that he had asked those people to apologize to the little girl.

Hearing that Fang Nanzhi had not suffered any loss, the coldness in Qingyan's eyes dissipated a lot.

"Thank you, Father. Zhizhi appreciates expensive apologies."

In the yard, the emperor was silent.

After all these years, this was the first time he heard the prince express gratitude to him.

It turns out that the prince cares so much about his only good friend.

The emperor felt a little indescribable for a moment, but in the end he was mostly happy.

At least, it was rare for the prince to have some expectations and gratitude towards his father.

"I will protect Fang Nanzhi. Yan'er, do you want to meet her?"

The emperor didn't show it on his face these days as he watched the prince in excruciating pain, but what he was most worried about in his heart was that the prince wouldn't be able to endure the pain, wouldn't be able to hold on, and wouldn't be able to wait until the moment he found the Miao people from the southwest.

If this little girl could make the prince's mind more resolute, he could find a way to let the little girl enter the palace to accompany the prince.

"No need, Father."

Qing Yan's tone was a little more anxious: "Father, Zhizhi is very busy. She has a lot of important things to do."

You shouldn't give up your own time to be with him.

Moreover, Qing Yan didn't want the little girl to see him in this state, which would cause her to worry for no reason.

More importantly, the palace is not safe, and it is difficult for him to protect Zhizhi in his current state.

The emperor understood that the prince was afraid that he would ignore the situation and bring the girl from the Fang family into the palace.

"I understand."

After leaving the Eastern Palace, the emperor thought for a while.

The prince has not had any friends around him for so many years, and even Qing Min, who is trusted by him, is just a subordinate.

No matter how Fang Nanzhi became the prince's friend, the emperor had to protect her and not let the prince be sad.

"Go and deliver a message to those ministers. Your apology must be sincere and in a way that pleases them."

"Yes."

The palace maid responded, retreated respectfully, and went to do it.

The emperor's eyes fell on the chief eunuch: "I heard that the prince used to exchange letters with the young lady from the Fang family."

The Chief Eunuch: ...

He doesn't know about this!

The emperor didn't need his answer: "I think it's not easy for two children to become pen pals."

This time the eunuch understood.

"Yes, Your Majesty loves your son deeply, and I believe the Crown Prince will understand."

"I'll leave this matter to you. Don't leak any information."

The emperor asked the eunuch to advise Fang Nanzhi to continue writing letters to the prince.

The prince didn't want anyone to enter the palace, but he thought that if he could receive letters from his friends often, he might feel better and have more comfort.

But Fang Nanzhi, the daughter of a minister, was afraid that someone might exploit her if she secretly communicated with the Eastern Palace. Therefore, this matter had to be done quietly, and a senior eunuch was required to be in charge of the operation.

"I will do my best." The eunuch agreed.

In the suburbs of Beijing, Fang Nanzhi and her mother brought half of the servants in the mansion to pick wild flowers and weeds.

She had quite a lot of requirements. She only wanted ten plants of the same kind, with the roots and rhizomes intact. After digging them out, they had to be packaged according to their types.

The group worked hard under the scorching sun all day, and Fang Nanzhi had a great harvest. They returned to Beijing before the city gates closed.

"Everyone who comes out today will be rewarded."

Qian Fengping's words relieved the servant's fatigue.

This was also what she learned after coming to Beijing. To manage servants, one must set rules from the beginning, and occasionally reward them in addition to the rules, so as to win their hearts.

"Mom, thank you for your hard work. Let me massage your shoulders." Fang Nanzhi was busy trying to be attentive.

Qian Fengping didn't refuse and simply closed her eyes and enjoyed it.