The daughter of the emperor is reborn, and the evil prince loves her very much

The Duke's Mansion.

The Duke's wife sat leisurely in the main seat, looking at the Marquis of Pingyang's wife, and finally set her sights on the old man behind the Marquis' wife.

She looked him up and down, and then her expression changed.

The person is wrong.

The Duke's wife picked up the teacup beside her, took a sip, and asked nonchalantly, "Is there anything that brings the Marquis of Pingyang to my house?"

The Marquis's wife sat forward a little, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself. She clutched her handkerchief tightly with both hands, as if only this could relieve her tension.

"Madam, last time, I said I wanted to ask a miracle doctor to treat the prince. Today, the miracle doctor happened to be free, so I brought him here."

The Duke's wife looked at the miracle doctor with suspicion. She had never seen this person before. "What is this miracle doctor's name?"

The old man sat upright in his chair. He was nervous when he heard the question about his title. He hadn't been asked about it before the question came. He couldn't just make one up, right? How could an ordinary person like him know all this?

Seeing the old man's nervousness, the Marquis's wife quickly took over the conversation, "Madam, this miraculous doctor is known as the God of Medicine. I heard that no matter how serious the injury or how deep the poison, there is nothing he can't cure."

"No one can match his skill in using medicine."

The meaning of the queen's words was very clear, implying that this miracle doctor was even more skilled than that one.

But a miracle doctor is something you can only find by chance. But now it seems like it is like a basket of blue cabbage leaves. It doesn’t seem real if you can always have it if you want it.

She had never heard of the title of Medicine God. She looked at the maid beside her, and the maid also shook her head, indicating that she had never heard of it.

The Duke's wife was a little bit unbelieving, with hesitation in her eyes.

Madam Hou quickly explained, "Madam Rong, I've been looking for the miracle doctor we hired before for such a long time, but I can't find him. He must have left Changping."

"Then I heard about this miracle doctor and invited him over."

The Duke's wife was not very willing to do so. Her many years of experience living in the Marquis's Mansion taught her not to give things she cared about to someone she didn't know.

Seeing this, the maidservant beside the Duke's wife leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Master, after all, we want to cure the prince. It doesn't matter which miracle doctor we hire, as long as he can cure him."

The Duke's wife thought about it and agreed. No matter whether it was a miracle doctor or not, her ultimate goal was to cure her son.

"Go call the young master out and tell him that the miracle doctor is here. Tell him to hurry up and don't keep him waiting for too long."

When the Marquis's wife heard the Duke's wife's order, she let out a long sigh. If this was over before it even started, she would be useless.

Rong Ziyu soon came with the little maid.

As soon as I entered the room and saw this unfamiliar face, I turned around and was about to leave.

The Marquis's wife stood up anxiously and spoke out to stop him, "Prince."

Rong Ziyu turned around and glanced at the Marquis' wife. "The Marquis of Pingyang doesn't want to treat me, and there's no need for me to find a random doctor to treat me."

The Marquis's wife took a step back in fear, her heart beating faster and faster.

Could it be that the prince knew about this? But how did he know?

Madam Hou glanced at the Medicine God with a guilty conscience and made a final struggle, "No, no, he is really a miracle doctor, with high medical skills. He is very difficult to hire. I also spent over a million taels on him."

The Marquis's wife looked at Rong Ziyu, and glanced at the Duke's wife in a trance, hoping that she could persuade Rong Ziyu.

The Duke's wife looked at the old man carefully and saw that he was still sitting calmly in the chair with an indifferent look on his face.

The Duke's wife was still hesitating and considering. The maidservant beside her walked over to the Crown Prince and whispered, "Cecilia, let's not worry about whether this is a miracle doctor or not. However, the Marquis' wife would never dare to bring an ordinary doctor to our Duke's Mansion."

"Let's have her take a look first. If it can be cured, that would be even better. Even if it can't, you won't lose anything. Let the Marquis continue looking."

Rong Ziyu nodded, walked back to his seat, sat down, and said to the Marquis' wife impatiently, "Hurry up, this prince doesn't have that much time."

The Marquis's wife blushed furiously at the prince's words. She clenched her fists, then unclenched them, looking flatteringly at the Medicine God beside her, "Divine Doctor, I'll trouble you then."

The Medicine God stood up and was about to bend down to speak, but then he stood up straight and said, "Well, my lord, sit down and I'll take your pulse."

The wife of the Duke immediately felt something was wrong. She could tell from the aura that the miracle doctor that Minister Qiao had found was even more arrogant than her master, and they had to flatter him in everything.

There is no way he would go over to take the patient's pulse. If the pulse is not suitable, he would dare to poison him.

The Duke's wife muttered to the maidservant who had returned to her side, "This miracle doctor seems more and more fake the more I see him. It seems that he is trying to please Yu'er. He is completely different from the miracle doctor from last time."

The little maid's eyes flashed, "Master, regardless of whether it is true or not, at least this is an opportunity. It's always a good idea to give it a try. What if it turns out to be good?"

The Duke’s wife was right. What if it works out?

The Medicine God walked up to Prince Rong, knelt on the ground, and took his pulse. "Prince Rong was injured in that area before. Judging from his pulse, he must have been treated once, but he couldn't help himself and overused it. He has never been able to recover since then."

Rong Ziyu was surprised. So fast? And he could understand it so clearly. Why did it feel a little wrong?

"Although the injury is very serious, it is not completely hopeless. There is still hope for recovery, but it will take a little longer."

Upon hearing this hope, the Duke's wife stood up from her chair, quickly walked over to the Medicine God, and helped him up with both hands. "Divine doctor, when can this unfilial son of mine be cured? How long will it take? How will it be cured?"

The Medicine God thought for a moment, then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it to Rong Ziyu. "This is your medicine. It can heal your injuries. Take one every night before going to bed. Then you will feel the gradual changes in your body."

"Remember, even if you feel something, you can't get involved with women, otherwise don't look for me anymore."

After the Medicine God finished his instructions, he left with his hands behind his back without saying a word to anyone.

Rong Ziyu looked at the old man's back and thought of the rough hand he stretched out when he handed him the porcelain bottle. He always felt that something was wrong.

Does this medicine really work? Take it once at night and you'll find out.

As soon as the Medicine God left the Duke's Mansion, the news reached Chu Ci's ears. She put down the book in her hand and said, "Go, let the Chu family spread the word that I will go to the Qiao family to treat Young Master Qiao tomorrow."