Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

When she got home, Jiuer wrote down Yang Xier's injuries again: bruises on the back of her neck, erosions in her mouth, bruises in her ear canals, multiple whipping marks on her back, bite marks on her chest, knife wounds on her stomach, multiple burns on her inner thighs, and cuts on her lower body.

After reading the injury assessment, Zhang Jingwei shouted in shock: "What?! Lower body..." His voice unconsciously rose octaves.

Jiu'er, who was standing by, quickly reached out to cover his mouth and said in a low voice, "Shh, you're going to die! You're making such a loud noise! ​​What if someone hears us?"

Zhang Jingwei nodded with lingering fear. After Jiuer released her hand, he frowned and asked in confusion, "Why did he wait until now to report to the police when he was in so much pain?"

Jiuer sighed softly and guessed, "Perhaps there is some unspeakable hardship involved."

Zhang Jingwei was extremely anxious when he heard this. He turned around and was about to leave, muttering, "No, I must find Sister Yang and ask her for clarification!"

Seeing this, Jiu'er quickly reached out and grabbed him, saying coquettishly, "Hey, come back here! Look at you, as a scholar, how can you be so impulsive? How can you be so unbecoming!"

Zhang Jingwei stopped, looked back at Jiuer, and asked anxiously, "Miss Jiuer, do you have any good ideas?"

Jiu'er rolled her eyes at him and said slowly, "I've been entrusted by the government to treat Yang Xier. As for that guy called Mu Tou, I'll leave him in your care for the next few days. Don't worry, I'll ask everything I need to know."

Zhang Jingwei looked at Jiu'er worriedly, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Jiu'er, you're a girl, and you've been taking care of Mu for a long time. Now there's going to be another man in the family. Aren't you afraid of the gossip from those outsiders?"

Jiu'er smiled slightly and replied with a firm look in her eyes, "A doctor's duty is to save people from danger. How can he be shaken by mere rumors? Besides, you are my brother-in-law. Just think of it as you visiting my relatives."

After hearing this, Zhang Jingwei could not help but respect Jiuer and praised her sincerely: "Miss Jiuer, you are so righteous!"

……

In the evening, Jiuer dragged his tired body back home. He heard the hustle and bustle in the house from outside the door. When he opened the door, he saw that Huangfu Ling had also come. The three of them sat together with various patterns painted on their faces.

Zhang Jingwei excitedly shouted, "3!" He expected Mu Tou, the player across from him, to play a card in response. However, Mu Tou made a face, saying helplessly, "I can't afford it!" Zhang Jingwei's eyes widened, and he shouted again in disbelief, "3! You don't even want such a small card?" Mu Tou quickly waved his hands and explained, "Master, I really can't afford it!"

At this moment, Huangfu Ling on the side laughed triumphantly: "Hahaha, look at me, a 2, then three with one, and then a pair of circles! That's it!" As she casually threw out the last two cards in her hand, the outcome of the game was decided.

Seeing this, Zhang Jingwei quickly reached out and snatched the cards from Mu Tou. After a closer look, he saw that Mu Tou was holding a pitiful little scoundrel. Faced with such a situation, Zhang Jingwei could only sigh deeply, looking quite helpless.

The three of them were playing cards to pass the time. Zhang Jingwei had specifically instructed Liang Dahai to craft this deck of cards from carefully selected wood chips. These chips had been polished to a smooth, thin finish, and the texture was far more comfortable to hold than the typical playing cards on the market today.

Moreover, the rules of the game of Landlord are relatively simple and easy to understand, so the three of them enthusiastically used it to pass the time.

Seeing Zhang Jingwei lose another round, Huangfu Ling laughed and teased: "Oh, there is no place left on your face to paint."

Zhang Jingwei rolled his eyes and said with a wicked smile, "How about painting it on your body?"

Huangfu Ling responded without hesitation: "Okay, then take off your clothes first!"

As the two were bantering with each other, Jiuer suddenly came over and shouted, "Stop it! How can you behave like this in broad daylight and in public?"

Huangfu Ling pouted and said, "Sister, we are husband and wife. There is nothing impolite or improper about this." Her big watery eyes looked at Jiuer with expectation.

Jiu'er put her hands on her hips, her eyebrows raised, and responded without giving in: "Even if we are husband and wife, this is not allowed! This is my home, of course I have the final say!"

Zhang Jingwei, who was standing by, saw the two people arguing and quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Alright, alright, stop making such a fuss and get down to business. Did you get any useful information out of Yang Xier just now?"

Jiu'er sighed softly, a trace of pity appearing on her face. She slowly said, "Speaking of Yang Xi'er, she's truly pitiful. Her husband suffers from impotence, and every time they have sex, they have to rely on medication to barely make it happen. Because of this, they've been married for several years now, but Yang Xi'er still hasn't been able to conceive."

Hearing this, Huangfu Ling blinked her eyes curiously and suddenly interrupted, "Sister, I don't quite understand. What exactly does 'impotence' mean?"

Zhang Jingwei quickly waved his hands and explained, "Ling'er, you're still young. You'll naturally understand these things when you grow up."

However, Huangfu Ling did not seem satisfied with this answer and continued to ask: "Then...what does having sex mean?"

Zhang Jingwei was somewhat helpless under her pestering, and could only perfunctorily say: "Having sex, to put it simply, it means two people sleeping together."

Huangfu Ling nodded thoughtfully, then immediately posed a surprising question: "If that's the case, then we've been married for such a long time, and we haven't had sex yet. Could it be that you're also impotent?"

Zhang Jingwei blushed upon hearing this and angrily retorted, "Nonsense! I'm not talking like that!... Anyway, you're still young now. You'll understand a lot of things when you're older!"

Zhang Jingwei frowned and asked in confusion, "If he's impotent, why would he beat his wife so violently?"

Jiuer sighed softly and explained in a heavy tone, "Well, it's all because of those so-called aphrodisiacs he took. Every time we had sex, it was like torture for Yang Xier. However, as time went on, the drugs gradually lost their effect, so sex turned into merciless beatings!"

Zhang Jingwei's eyes widened, his anger evident. He then pressed on, "Didn't she ever think of reporting such an atrocity to the police?"

Jiu'er nodded slightly, her voice trembling as she spoke, "She had already gone to the county government office to report the case last year... But who could have imagined that the then Hunyuan County Magistrate was actually a womanizer? After seeing Yang Xier, he had evil thoughts in his mind and even colluded with the master..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingwei slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "I remember that among the officials beheaded that day was the Hunyuan County Magistrate. Humph, such a scoundrel, beheading him is too easy for him!"

Jiu'er shuddered uncontrollably as she recounted this tragic experience. "Later, when her husband learned of this, he chose to remain silent out of concern for his own reputation and fear of the county magistrate. But something even more horrific happened. In a rage of shame, he stabbed her with a knife and brutally cut off her... private parts!"

Zhang Jingwei could no longer suppress his anger after hearing this, and roared loudly: "Worse than pigs and dogs!"