Dad, open the door. I'll bring your mistress back for you.

"Ms. Shen, I have a request..." Mrs. Han said with an embarrassed look on her face.

"Mrs. Han, please tell me. As long as it is within my ability, I will do my best." Shen Chuning answered solemnly.

"I have a little son at home named Shutong, who is eight years old this year. For some reasons, he has not been included in the family tree. If something happens to him, I would like to ask you to take care of him." Mrs. Han sighed helplessly.

"Don't worry, Madam Han. If everything is safe, that would be the best. But if something unexpected happens, I will definitely treat him as my own brother." Shen Chuning held Madam Han's hand tightly, her eyes firm.

Mrs. Han nodded sadly, her eyes full of gratitude.

"By the way, the master once said that he is not good at treating that kind of disease. I don't know why Concubine Qin recommended him to go." Just as Shen Chuning was about to leave, Mrs. Han suddenly spoke.

Shen Chuning stopped, turned her head and looked deeply at Madam Han, then said softly, "I understand. I will check it out."

After saying that, she turned and left.

After Shen Chuning came out of Han's house, she felt extremely heavy-hearted, as if she was being pressed down by a huge rock.

She said to Birui beside her: "You go back home first, I want to walk around by myself."

Birui looked at her worriedly, but nodded and turned away.

Shen Chuning walked alone on the street, with a lot of thoughts in her mind.

Before she knew it, she arrived at the gate of General Dingguo's mansion.

In General Dingguo's mansion, Zhou Lin was obviously in poor condition. His eyes were covered with red bloodshot, his eyes were blue, and his mouth was covered with blue stubble.

Seeing Shen Chuning coming, Zhou Lin's eyes lit up.

But after seeing Shen Chuning's cold attitude, his eyes dimmed again.

Zhou Lin thought that it was because of his cold attitude towards her in Juxian Tower that offended her, but he had no way to explain that he treated her like that because he didn't want Shen Chuning to know that his hand was injured.

Shen Chuning dismissed everyone and asked, "Is the prince sick?"

Zhou Lin's pupils suddenly widened, and he pretended to be calm. "Although the Crown Prince is not the Son of Heaven, Miss Nine is violating the taboo by asking about the Crown Prince's health so openly."

"Okay, then let me change the question. I'm not feeling well and want to find Han Yuanzheng to treat me. Mr. Zhou, do you know the whereabouts of Han Yuanzheng?" Shen Chuning asked.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhou Lin asked nervously, his eyes full of worry and anxiety. He didn't even notice that Shen Chuning had changed her way of addressing him.

However, Shen Chuning remained silent, obviously not wanting to tell Zhou Lin what was wrong with her.

"Tell me what's wrong with you! The doctor at the General's Mansion is only good at treating external injuries. Wait for me. I'm going back to my grandparents' house to ask Doctor Hou to come over. Whenever my mother and grandmother were unwell, they would go to my grandparents' house to ask Doctor Hou to come and see them."

As Zhou Lin spoke, he hurriedly prepared to go out, as if he couldn't lose even a moment.

At this moment, Shen Chuning suddenly spoke up, "So the Crown Prince is really ill, and Han Yuan is treating him?"

Zhou Lin paused when he heard this and turned to look at Shen Chuning.

"You are not feeling unwell." Zhou Lin did not pursue the matter of Shen Chuning lying to him, but was obviously relieved, as if as long as Shen Chuning was fine, nothing else mattered.

Shen Chuning nodded slightly and answered Zhou Lin's question.

"Is it too late to save him?" She asked without thinking, with a hint of urgency in her tone.

Zhou Lin lowered his eyes, a sad expression on his face.

"I helped Third Aunt find the miracle doctor in Miracle Doctor Valley before, and I have some clues. I wonder if it's too late to continue looking now?" Shen Chuning said anxiously.

"Mr. Han said that even if the Great Immortal came, it would be difficult to save him." Zhou Lin said in a low voice.

"Is Han Yuanzheng also in danger?" Shen Chuning asked.

Zhou Lin shook his head. "It's hard to say. It depends on the will of His Majesty."

Shen Chuning's heart tightened. "If the Crown Prince can't save her, can Han Yuanzheng save her?"

Zhou Lin frowned, "Why do you want to save Han Yuanzheng? You and Han Yuanzheng don't seem to have any friendship."

Shen Chuning whispered, "It's the Fifth Prince. Han Yuanzheng has done the Fifth Prince a favor, so he asked me to help if I could."

"Hehe, it's the Fifth Prince again. You came to me today to ask questions just for the Fifth Prince." Zhou Lin sneered.

"No, I came here today to tell you that if something really happens to the prince, there will be chaos in the court. You are close to the prince, and you might be implicated. I want you to prepare in advance." Shen Chuning explained to Zhou Lin incoherently.

"Prepare in advance? I'm already in this state, how much worse can it be? I'm incompetent and can't save Han Yuanzheng. Miss Shen, please go back." Zhou Lin sneered and turned to leave.

After Zhou Lin finished speaking, he served tea and sent the guest away.

Shen Chuning had just taken a step out of the room when she suddenly seemed to remember something, turned around and walked back quickly.

She pulled Zhou Lin's left hand without hesitation, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and examined him carefully.

Zhou Lin was a little overwhelmed by this series of actions, and he hurriedly tried to take his arm back from Shen Chuning.

Helplessly, he could only hide his hands behind his back, because he absolutely could not let Shen Chuning see the wound on his right hand.

"There are differences between men and women, Miss Nine, what are you going to do?" Zhou Lin's face turned cold and he asked seriously.

"See if you have syphilis!" Shen Chuning answered bluntly.

Zhou Lin opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth but no sound came out.

"Is it syphilis?" Shen Chuning pointed in the direction of the East Palace.

"You're trying to kill yourself!" Zhou Lin was extremely anxious and quickly reached out to cover Shen Chuning's mouth.

"You just said that whether Han Yuanzheng is safe or not depends on the will of His Majesty, which means that the prince's illness cannot be disclosed to outsiders. I saw you and the prince went to Furong Pavilion, and I also heard that you redeemed the girl from Furong Pavilion." Shen Chuning's voice became lower and lower.

Zhou Lin was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

He secretly groaned in his heart because he really couldn't explain to Shen Chuning clearly that it was actually His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, not him, who redeemed the girl from Furong Pavilion.

"These are not words a girl should say. Miss Nine, please go back home quickly. You didn't bring your maid with you, so I'll send someone to take you there." Zhou Lin made a gesture of invitation.

"Wait a moment, wait a moment. Let me ask one last question. Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with many people or with just one person?"

By the end of Shen Chuning's speech, her voice was as soft as a mosquito's hum, and her face was red all the way to her neck.

Zhou Lin clenched his fist, put it to his mouth, coughed lightly, and whispered, "One person."

"Then have you ever considered that this person was arranged by someone to deliberately make His Royal Highness sick?"