Who put the yellow robe on me?

De Fei came to Jiang Chen and said coldly, "You are lucky this time. If Yang Da and the others hadn't found you in time, you would have died in the hands of those people."

Jiang Chen was awakened by Defei's words. He realized that he almost lost his life this time and felt a lot of emotions in his heart.

Jiang Chen reluctantly sat up, holding onto the bedside pillar, and expressed his gratitude: "Mother, it turned out that it was the Yang family's Deadpool who saved me. Do you know who those men in black are?"

De Fei shook her head: "I don't know, those three men in black were also deadpools. After being defeated by Yang Da and others, they immediately bit their tongues and committed suicide."

I would rather commit suicide than be captured!

Jiang Chen had heard about Deadpool's purpose a long time ago.

But when Defei said it so lightly, Jiang Chen still felt a little uncomfortable.

De Fei was very dissatisfied with Jiang Chen's risky move and said quietly, "Chen'er, you'd better listen to your mother from now on, otherwise I don't know what I will do."

Jiang Chen knew that Concubine De was very dissatisfied with his actions and was threatening him again.

So he quickly changed the subject: "Mother, my actions this time were a bit rash, because I was confident that I could overthrow Cheng Jingde this time."

"The position of Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Rites will be vacant by then. Do you have any suitable candidates?"

"Oh?" De Fei's eyes lit up, she thought for a moment, and then said:

"Cabinet Secretary Yang Shaolin is my mother's distant nephew, currently a seventh-rank official. I don't have a more suitable candidate for now, so why not use him first?"

Jiang Chen nodded: "Okay, I'll make a note of it. If there is a suitable opportunity, I will naturally recommend him to my father."

Concubine De finally revealed a hint of a genuine smile: "Okay, when the Yang family's Deadpool came to the capital a few days ago, he brought all the Sichuan papayas from the Yang family in Bozhou. I have sent someone to put them in your warehouse."

"Whether you go and save the refugees yourself or use it to appease those two girls, it's up to you."

Jiang Chen was shocked and thought to himself that Concubine De must have seen something. She was indeed an ambitious concubine in the harem with a sharp eye.

De Fei continued, "You are seriously injured now, and you are most likely to lose the bet with Jiang Yu."

"I wonder if His Majesty will spare you from leaving the capital in recognition of your efforts in saving refugees and solving the fire at the Imperial Hospital."

"In the final analysis, you shouldn't have made that bet with Jiang Yu!"

Having said this, Concubine De's voice turned cold again.

Jiang Chen's mind moved: "Mother, with the strength of the Yang family, it shouldn't be difficult to help me speak a word in the court, right?"

De Fei thought for a moment and said, "I need to think about this matter..."

Jiang Chen quickly expressed his loyalty: "I am willing to go through fire and water for you, even if it means death."

Concubine De left very satisfied.

Jiang Chen called Xiao Anzi over and said, "Go to the warehouse and send all the Sichuan papayas to Princess Thirteen. Quickly!"

"Yes!" Xiao Anzi took the order and left.

Jiang Chen thought, if I continue to recuperate like this, it would not be bad if Emperor Liang thought I lost to Lao Jiu and then I was driven out of the capital.

He thought about these complicated things, with Defei's words echoing in his mind, and his heart gradually calmed down.

Unconsciously, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, his thoughts gradually became blurred, and finally, under the combination of fatigue and pain, he fell asleep in a daze.

……

The next day, Jiang Chen woke up from his coma. Although his body was still weak, he showed signs of gradual recovery. Suddenly, a bold idea came to his mind.

As a modern medical student who had studied medicine, he decided to use what he had learned to prepare a Chinese medicine that would keep him in a feverish state so that he could lose the bet to Jiang Yu in the end.

He asked Xiao Anzi to find some herbs and personally prepared a bowl of medicinal soup.

After drinking the medicine, Jiang Chen felt his body gradually getting hot, but he endured the discomfort and continued to take it.

Jiang Sirou and He Xiaowei have sent the papayas brought back by Deadpool to the pharmacy in the capital, and boiled them into Chinese medicine to distribute to the refugees outside the city.

With the use of medicine, the plague symptoms of the refugees gradually improved.

Jiang Sirou and He Xiaowei brought Jiang Chen the latest news.

"The result of the three-court trial has come out. Cheng Jingde refused to admit it at first, but in the face of irrefutable evidence, he had no choice but to confess. He will be executed tomorrow." Jiang Sirou said slowly.

"Has the mastermind behind Cheng Jingde confessed?" Jiang Chen asked the question he was most concerned about.

"No. He said he planned all of this himself, burning down the Imperial Hospital, poisoning the refugees, bribing Jiang Kuanglei, and so on, just to get revenge on you for ruining his sister."

He Xiaowei paused, then continued, "He said it had nothing to do with the party struggle."

Jiang Chen knew that Cheng Jingde took on everything just to protect his people.

"Well! Their plan is flawless. This is the result of having no evidence." Jiang Chen had already thought of this ending.

"What is this?" He Xiaowei saw the paper on the table and picked it up to take a look.

That was the solution to the refugee problem that Jiang Chen had written since he was recovering from his injuries. Although the plague problem of the refugees was temporarily under control, their lives were still difficult.

To help the refugees, he developed detailed plans, such as "work-for-relief."

He decided to put the refugees to work, and then negotiate with the wealthy businessmen and gentry in the capital, asking the wealthy businessmen to provide food and the refugees to reclaim wasteland.

As the refugees solved their food and clothing problems, the wealthy businessmen had more and more capital.

However, what makes Jiang Chen conflicted is whether this matter should continue to be promoted?

He wanted to solve the problem of refugees as much as possible, but he didn't want others to know that the plan was his. He wanted others to feel as much as possible that he gave up the bet because of his injury.

"I've thought of a way to solve the refugee problem, but I don't want to be too explicit." Jiang Chen said it as tactfully as possible.

However, when He Xiaowei saw the phrase "work-for-relief", her eyes began to light up.

This is the true meaning of “solving the refugee problem without using the national treasury”!

But she misunderstood Jiang Chen's words. She thought that Jiang Chen didn't want to attract more attention in his current situation.

"This is a very good method. If Your Highness doesn't mind, I will ask my grandfather to report it to His Majesty. However, this will steal the credit from Your Highness." He Xiaowei said to Jiang Chen with a smile.

"Haha, that's what I want!" Jiang Chen felt for the first time that talking to He Xiaowei was so time-saving and labor-saving.

"Why do you want to steal the credit from Sixteenth Brother?" Jiang Sirou took the paper and looked at it, asking in confusion.

"Oh, Sister Rou, you will definitely know if you read more." He Xiaowei held the "work-for-relief" and felt extremely happy as if she saw the hope of rescuing the refugees.

"Hmph, what's so good about studying? It's not as good as me being a hero and doing justice for the people!" Jiang Sirou said with a pout.

However, in her heart, she felt that her sixteenth brother had suffered so much, and no one could take away his credit...