Who put the yellow robe on me?

Defei's eyes flashed with complex emotions. She stared at Jiang Chen closely, as if she wanted to see something from his eyes.

She knew that what Jiang Chen said seemed to make some sense, but she was still unwilling to compromise.

She took a deep breath and finally spoke.

"Okay, Chen'er, I support you in doing this."

"I will send a pigeon to the Yang family, and they will provide you with the relevant medicinal herbs."

Her voice was deep, each word laced with unquestionable determination. "But you must remember to handle this matter properly. If the refugee issue isn't resolved, it won't just be a matter of leaving the capital."

De Fei's eyes were sharp, stabbing at Jiang Chen like a knife. "If you fail this time, your situation will be very dangerous."

Her tone turned cold, and there was a hint of threat and warning in her eyes. Her words seemed to have two different meanings.

Jiang Chen felt the oppression of Concubine De and thought to himself that her desire for power was like a hungry beast.

Jiang Chen also understood that where there is desire, there will be weaknesses.

De Fei suddenly changed the subject, her tone softening slightly, but the coldness still remained. "If you can do this well, whether you leave the capital or not, I will ensure that you enjoy endless wealth and glory."

There was a hint of temptation in her words, as if she was describing a bright future. Jiang Chen knew that this was not only an encouragement for him, but also a test. If he could succeed, he would not only win the trust of his mother, but also gain more support and opportunities for himself.

Jiang Chen lowered his head slightly, appearing respectful and obedient on the surface, but in his heart he was calmly thinking about how to respond.

"Mother, please rest assured. I will do my utmost to handle this matter properly." Jiang Chen's voice was firm and powerful. "We will win the battle for the throne steadily."

De Fei's gaze softened a bit, but still held a hint of coldness and a hint of threat. "I hope you won't let me down, Chen'er."

Jiang Chen nodded. He knew that Concubine De's desire for imperial power was like a double-edged sword. It could help him but could also push him into the abyss.

……

Jiang Chen came to Yinghe Pharmacy in the capital, where the Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou was waiting for him.

"Sixteenth brother, why did you come just now? How are things going over there?"

Jiang Sirou asked urgently after seeing Jiang Chen.

"Fortunately, although the process was tortuous, the final result was still very good."

Jiang Chen didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm, so he didn't tell her the details.

"Did you get the Sichuan papaya from the Imperial Hospital?"

"Of course!" Jiang Sichen said proudly, "I took enough for twenty people!"

Jiang Chen gave her a thumbs up.

Yue Er walked out of the inner room of the medicine shop, saluted Jiang Chen, and said to Jiang Sirou, "Miss, the doctor has already boiled the medicine. He added a small packet of Sichuan papaya. It will be ready in about an hour."

Just then, He Xiaowei walked in from outside the pharmacy, looking flustered and without a trace of worry.

"What's wrong, Miss He?" Jiang Chen noticed that He Xiaowei's expression was strange.

He Xiaowei looked at Jiang Chen, then at Jiang Sirou.

There was a slight tremor in his tone: "The plague has begun to spread!"

Jiang Chen was shocked and sighed, it finally came.

I tried my best to control my emotions and said to He Xiaowei,

"Miss He, don't panic! How many people have been infected?"

"I heard that more than ten people who came into contact with Mr. Zhang yesterday were infected."

More than ten people... If this number spreads, I'm afraid...

Jiang Sirou said to Yue'er, "Yu'er, tell the shopkeeper to increase the dosage and use up all the Sichuan papayas I brought back."

"Yes! Miss!" Yue'er turned and went to the inner room of the pharmacy.

"Sister Rou, I told Grandpa about this. He has already used his connections in Beijing and is helping us collect Sichuan papaya from various pharmacies, but..." He Xiaowei hesitated and didn't finish her words.

"It's just that there are only a few Sichuan papayas left in the capital, right?" Jiang Chen gave a bitter smile.

"Your Highness the Sixteenth Prince is right." He Xiaowei also looked helpless.

"It's okay, let's go outside the city first. I've already contacted the Yang family in Bozhou. They have been doing business with merchants in Nanchu for many years. I think there will be a large number of Sichuan papayas. We just need to hold on until then."

Jiang Chen asked He Xiaowei to relax.

"Okay, Sixteenth Brother, let's go outside the city first to check the situation. Tomorrow I'll go to the Imperial Hospital and take out all the Sichuan papayas."

The three of them came to the outside of the city together, and what they saw shocked them.

Han Qingsong was seen wrestling with a child of the same age as him, neither of them giving in.

The two men's clothes were torn into a mess, and there were several muddy marks on their faces.

"Hit him! Beat him!"

There was a group of children watching the fun nearby, with excitement shining in their eyes, as if they were watching a wonderful fight.

"Stop!" Jiang Chen strode forward, his voice filled with unquestionable majesty.

He separated the two and held Han Qingsong's shoulders.

When the child saw Jiang Chen, he glared at him fiercely: "Bad guy!"

Then he turned and ran away, and the rest of the children also scattered.

"Bad guy?" Jiang Chen and the other two were left stunned.

"Qingsong, what is going on?" Jiang Chen asked with a frown.

Tears welled up in Han Qingsong's eyes, but he raised his head stubbornly and bit his lips tightly to prevent the tears from flowing down.

Jiang Sirou stepped forward, acting like an older sister, and said sternly, "Fighting is wrong, Qingsong!"

Han Qingsong finally couldn't hold it in any longer, tears rolling down his cheeks, his voice choked with sobs: "Wu... who told them to talk nonsense... They said you were bad people... They said you poisoned the porridge... that's why everyone got the plague... They said you wanted to control us through the plague... And they said... And they said..."

"Don't cry, Xiao Qingsong, speak slowly...what else did they say?" He Xiaowei said to Han Qingsong to comfort him.

"And you said... and you said... that the relationship between you two is unclear... and you are bad people!"

"Wow……"

Han Qingsong burst into tears.

He Xiaowei patted Han Qingsong's shoulder and comforted him.

"Swish!" Jiang Sirou's anger flared up, and she drew her sword and said, "Stop gossiping! I'll teach them a lesson!"

After saying that, Jiang Sirou picked up her sword and was about to chase the children.

"Thirteenth sister, calm down!" Jiang Chen reached out to stop Jiang Sirou, but his tone was extremely firm, "You are just a few children, you can't say such things. Someone must be behind this!"

Then he looked at Han Qingsong beside him and said, "These words are just rumors, don't take them to heart!"

Han Qingsong clenched his fists, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness: "Sir, you are a good man! They scolded you, and I don't agree! Next time they scold you, I will beat them again!"