After being married off by my younger sister, I took care of the sickly prince

However, what kind of truth is hidden behind these legends?

Jiang Yun's eyes inadvertently swept over the three elders, Qin Tan, Lan Wushuang and Hong Lin.

Her heart was filled with doubts and curiosity. She wanted to know if they would be embroiled in the same complex disputes as in their previous life. And would Lu Yan in this life repeat the same mistakes?

She couldn't help but think to herself that perhaps everything had quietly changed in this life.

After all, the one by their side now is no longer the little sister who didn't like to meddle in other people's business or join in the fun, but Jiang Zhu, the little sister who always wants to get involved in everything.

Perhaps, with Jiang Zhu's presence, the waters of Qingyun Sect could become even more muddy...

Jiang Yun was already looking forward to it.

Just as Jiang Yun was thinking to himself, a harsh sound suddenly rang out from above the hall, breaking the original tranquility.

"It seems that the Qifeng Kingdom has produced an outstanding doctor. I wonder if I have the honor to see him in this hall today?" Hong Yan asked loudly with a look of disdain on his face, with a hint of provocation in his tone.

Jiang Yun looked up and saw Hong Yan with an arrogant look on his face. She glanced at him coldly and ignored him.

Seeing this, Fu Jingchuan smiled and said, "The one that Immortal Hong is referring to is Master Jiang, who is known as the Medical Saint Jiang?"

Hong Yan glanced at Fu Jingchuan, a scornful smile on his lips: "How would I know his name? It's just that on the way here, I heard some legends about his amazing skills, and I couldn't help but feel a little curious."

The smile on Fu Jingchuan's face froze for a moment, and then he said, "It's really unfortunate that Immortal Hong has come. Lord Jiang is currently in seclusion practicing and is not in the main hall."

Upon hearing this, Hong Yan frowned slightly, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "Retreat? Could it be that you're hiding on purpose because you're afraid of learning from us?"

Fu Jingchuan's smile froze on his face. He was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to respond.

Princess Changning had a fondness for the Medical Sage "Jiang Lu" whom she had met last time. She immediately stepped forward and refuted, "Master Hong, you are wrong! Our Master Jiang is a master doctor, he just happened to be away today. If he were really here, I'm afraid your Qingyun Sect would lose face!"

Hong Yan sneered, his tone tinged with contempt: "When the princess talks big, she's still as unequivocal as before!"

Princess Changning seemed to be thinking of past grudges, and her expression instantly became gloomy.

Seeing this, Jiang Yun's eyes flickered slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly said: "Master Hong, don't be too confident. Be careful of excessive joy and sorrow~"

When Hong Yan first saw Jiang Yun, his gaze lingered for a moment on Fu Xuanyu, who was standing beside her. He understood what was going on, and narrowed his eyes as he asked jokingly, "Are you the Miss Jiang who gave away her place in the Qingyun Sect and resolutely married a dying man?"

Jiang Yun raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a calm and confident tone: "It is me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Hong Yan's face was filled with disdain and ridicule. In his opinion, only an ignorant and foolish woman would abandon the prosperous path of the Qingyun Sect and choose to marry a short-lived prince!

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "May I ask, Miss Jiang, why did you give up this place in the sect so easily?"

Lan Wushuang also quietly looked at Jiang Yun, pondering inwardly. She had specifically sent this position to the Jiang family to repay Fu Xuanyu's favor. Yet, in the end, it was someone else who joined the sect. When she learned it was Jiang Zhu, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart. But soon, she received a letter from Fu Xuanyu. While the explanation in the letter was clear, it only deepened her doubts.

She was genuinely curious: what on earth would make someone willingly give up such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to join the Qingyun Sect? After all, the Qingyun Sect's status surpassed even that of the Three Kingdoms! Giving up such an opportunity for the sake of a princess's position was undoubtedly an extremely foolish decision!

Everyone in the hall focused their attention on Jiang Yun. This question had been lingering in everyone's minds for a long time. Today, someone finally asked the question that everyone was wondering about, and everyone naturally pricked up their ears, ready to hear the answer.

Jiang Yun felt the heated gazes of the crowd and couldn't help but chuckle. He said, "Why don't I let my sister help me answer this question?"

She looked at Jiang Zhu with a smile and continued, "Sister Zhu, do you know the reason?"

Jiang Zhu gritted his teeth and forced a smile, his voice trembling a little, "Of course! It's just that my sister has been in love with Prince Chong'an since she was a child. In order to marry Prince Chong'an, she gave up her place in the sect to me. This can be regarded as fulfilling the wishes of both of us."

Jiang Yun covered her mouth with her hands and chuckled. She turned her gaze to Hong Yan and asked, "Master Hong, did you hear that clearly?"

Hong Yan's gaze lingered on Fu Xuanyu for a moment, and his tone was somewhat teasing: "Prince Chong'an, congratulations! You must cherish this person who treats you sincerely!"

Fu Xuanyu had a faint smile on his lips and nodded slightly when he heard it: "Of course, no need for you, Immortal Hong."

Lan Wushuang slowly withdrew her gaze, a feeling rising in her heart, telling her that things were far from simple. The things she had heard along the way were enough to make her realize that the Jiang family was far from being as harmonious as it appeared. Moreover, she clearly saw the hatred hidden in Jiang Zhu's eyes, a deep hatred for Jiang Yun...

At this moment, Elder Qin Tan looked at Fu Xuanyu with a kind face and said, "Yu'er, come forward, let this elder feel your pulse!"

Fu Xuanyu's grip on Jiang Yun's hand suddenly tightened, and Jiang Yun gently patted his hand to comfort him. Fu Xuanyu then released his hand and nodded, "Yes, then Yu'er would like to thank the Great Elder."

As he spoke, Jiang Yun had already stood up and was pushing Fu Xuanyu's wheelchair slowly forward.

After Jiang Yun stood still, Elder Qin Tan stretched out his old hand and began to take Fu Xuanyu's pulse.

Jiang Yun also took this opportunity to look at Qin Tan carefully.

His hand was extremely withered when it rested on Fu Xuanyu's delicate wrist.

In contrast, it is like a piece of weathered, strangely shaped old bark tightly attached to the new branches, which is particularly eye-catching.

Qin Tan's face, on the other hand, was surprisingly smooth, seemingly unmarked by the passage of time. Judging solely by his face, it would be hard to believe he was already in his twilight years; instead, he looked more like a middle-aged man in his prime.