The princess was ordained by Heaven.

He thought he was just a bit short-tempered, and he didn't expect him to be particularly virtuous, just not to act improperly or harm innocent people. However, he went against his teachings.

The Duke of Zhuguo also received the confession, but he did not read it carefully because he knew very well what kind of person his grandson was from beginning to end.

However, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Jia Yi was still a child, and it was normal for him to be ignorant. As for the people he had killed, they were just lowly people, and their deaths were no big deal.

Jia Yi should never have chosen He Wu Yang.

The He family is useful right now, so we can't afford to offend them.

Or rather, it doesn't matter if you offend them, but you can't leave any evidence against them. Unfortunately, that kid was stupid and got caught red-handed.

Zheng Xun suddenly squatted down, looked at him, and said in a slightly gentler tone: "Duke of the State, bloodline is important, but you will always have other bloodlines. Yang Jiayi's crimes are unforgivable. I have already shown mercy by giving him a quick death."

Being looked down upon from above, the Duke of Zhuguo felt a sudden "boom" in his mind. He realized that his power was insufficient to instill fear in Zheng Xun, nor could he do anything to her.

Behind her was the emperor; both thunder and rain were acts of imperial favor…

His feverish mind suddenly calmed down; he couldn't continue making a scene.

The emperor saw a cold look in his eyes; he knew the man would do everything in his power to protect his daughter.

This time, he had no choice but to back down.

He, who always liked to use power to solve problems, suddenly experienced what it was like to be oppressed by others using their power.

He closed his eyes, concealing the coldness within: "It is my fault for not educating Jiayi properly. He deserves to have fallen to this state. You cannot blame the princess."

He kowtowed, suppressing his grief and indignation, and staggered out of the imperial study.

He did not bow and take his leave, but at this moment no one would care about his defeat, because he was now an "innocent" old man who had suffered a major blow.

After he left, the old Grand Tutor did not stay for long.

The Imperial Study fell silent once more.

The crown prince breathed a sigh of relief: "You, you dared to approach them after provoking them into a frenzy. Luckily, you weren't injured this time."

The emperor belatedly realized that he was covered in a cold sweat, and only then did he dare to breathe deeply.

Truly, he had never been this panicked, not even when his throne was in jeopardy.

He was somewhat annoyed by Zheng Xun's risky behavior, so he kept a cold face, didn't speak to her, and sat back down to continue reviewing the memorials.

He was furious and vowed to become an emotionless father from now on, so he put on a cold demeanor, his whole body radiating the message that "I'm angry".

Fearing that Zheng Xun might not have noticed, he put down the memorial with great force, making a series of loud "slap" sounds.

Unfortunately, Zheng Xunzhen failed to notice his father's complicated and awkward thoughts.

After waiting for a while and not seeing his daughter come to comfort him, the emperor seemed to wake from a dream, awkwardly scratched his toes, and silently returned to normal.

The prince asked curiously, "Are you just going to let them go like that?"

Zheng Xun spread her hands innocently: "What else can I do? What can a powerless princess like me do to them?"

The Emperor said calmly, "The Grand Tutor's remorse is probably genuine, but the Duke of the Pillar State is not a magnanimous person. You should be careful."

"understood."

……

The next day, He Wuyang finally woke up. Although he was still weak, he was out of danger, but he would need to recuperate for a long time to fully recover.

He was the only one left in the He family, and the Emperor was worried about him, so he brought him into the palace to take care of him.

The palace had several courtyards where ministers would rest after holding meetings at night, and He Wuyang was placed in one of them.

Doctor Yuan also entered the palace with He Wuyang.

Thinking that he had spat in the emperor's face, he entered the palace with the determination to die.

After nervously settling He Wuyang in, he was indeed summoned by the emperor.

"Doctor Yuan, please take Princess Jianyang's pulse."

The emperor, having just escaped from his busy schedule, was dressed in a majestic court robe and spoke in an unquestionable tone of command.

"Never provoke the powerful and influential." Doctor Yuan silently recited his medical principles to himself.

But after reading it only once, he forgot about it.

To hell with him, this is the emperor, not some ordinary nobleman.

How did he end up spitting all over the emperor's face?

He regrets it!

He had many thoughts in his mind, but reality passed in an instant. With a stern face, he slowly placed his hand on Jianyang's pulse.

The emperor suddenly chuckled briefly: "Doctor Yuan, do not be afraid, I do not eat people."

Dr. Yuan thought to himself: It doesn't eat people, but it takes lives.

But he stubbornly insisted, "This humble commoner is not afraid."

Jianyang was overjoyed: "But, Dr. Yuan, your hands are shaking."

Doctor Yuan twitched his fingers and glared at Jianyang: "Quiet down, don't disturb the pulse diagnosis."

Jianyang laughed for a while before stopping.

Dr. Yuan calmed down and focused on taking the pulse.

As time passed, his brow furrowed more and more deeply.

After a long pause, he withdrew his hand: "The princess has been poisoned, but this humble subject is powerless..."

Jianyang nonchalantly withdrew his hand: "It's nothing, I expected it."

It would be a lie to say she wasn't disappointed, but her brother had told her beforehand, and she already knew that Doctor Yuan couldn't help her.

Actually, asking him to take her pulse was just an excuse.

"Although I cannot cure you of the poison, I have a few remedies here that can suppress the toxicity."

He finished speaking and then added with some annoyance, "However, I haven't tried this prescription, so I can't guarantee whether it will work."

He forgot that the person in front of him was not an ordinary person, but a famous general and a princess of the dynasty. If he used the medicine too boldly and something went wrong, it could be fatal.

But as a doctor with a compassionate heart, since he had encountered this opportunity, he did not intend to give up easily.

He cannot do anything beyond what he has learned, but he can do his best in his field.

Jianyang said with delight, "That's perfect."

The emperor nodded and personally gave him a token engraved with the words "Benevolent Physician".

He said gently, "With this token, no powerful or influential person can force you to make house calls."

Lord Yuan was flattered and, in a moment of lapse of judgment, blurted out, "Does this include you, the powerful and influential?"

The emperor remained silent for a long while, feigning mystery, before slowly nodding.

Doctor Yuan's expression was complicated, the token in his hand felt heavy. He didn't understand why the Emperor would give him this, but the token was indeed something he needed.

He hadn't done anything, yet it was as if the Emperor's request for him to take his pulse was just an excuse to present him with the token.

"Your Majesty, I am unworthy of such a title."

"Then return it to me?"

"A ruler's word is law, a ruler's word is law." Doctor Yuan quickly tucked the token back into his robes, as if afraid someone would try to snatch it.

Jianyang laughed uncontrollably, but the emperor had to suppress his laughter and said with a serious expression, "However, this token is not given to you for nothing."

Dr. Yuan: !!!

There's no such thing as a free lunch. In that instant, countless conspiracy theories flashed through his mind, and he even wondered if the emperor was planning to order him to kill someone.