diskusbooks Chapter 176: Taking sides
Chapter 176: Taking sides
Wu Ziyan, on the other hand, looked relaxed and occasionally took a sip of tea.
Han Yu was carrying medicinal herbs and putting them on the shelf in the courtyard.
Someone pushed the door open, looked at him, and asked if he was Physician Han. He said he didn't dare to call himself a physician, but he was Physician Han.
He was quite pleased to hear that it was Wu Ziyan who had come to see him.
After asking the questions, he realized that he was going to the Prime Minister's residence to see Sima Lingchuan, and he couldn't be happy anymore.
However, the patient must come first in everything, so he picked up his medicine box and followed the messenger to the Prime Minister's residence.
Wu Ziyan tried different positions, waiting for Han Yuxiu to arrive.
His buttocks were sore from sitting, and he even blatantly pulled Chu Qiu over.
She was leaning against his waist and hips; he was watching the commotion from the outside.
Everyone thought so, and sure enough, just as the rumors said, she was obsessed with beauty and lacked wisdom.
Sima Zongcheng was at a loss with her; at her age, she still cared about her reputation.
He clasped his hands slightly and bent forward at the waist: "Please, Your Highness, step inside the mansion."
"That won't do! I have to wait for the physician. What if I go in and get sick inside too? Then there won't be anyone to pick me up!"
The implication is that Sima Lingchuan was not actually sick.
Instead, he was imprisoned in the Prime Minister's residence by Sima Zongcheng.
Those outsiders are easily swayed by rumors; the news spreads so fast that they can't stop it at all.
Sima Zongcheng gave the steward a signal, indicating that the steward should drive away all the onlookers.
However, they only learned half of it, and the rumors spread even more powerfully because they didn't know the whole story.
When Han Yuxiu was brought in, he saw Wu Ziyan with his legs crossed.
He was still leaning against Chu Qiu's waist in a nonchalant manner.
A sense of frustration rose within him, and he walked up to Wu Ziyan.
She muttered under her breath, "I thought you were injured again? But you look perfectly fine!"
His voice was so soft that no one present actually heard what he said.
But Wu Ziyan knew that this guy was jealous again.
"Yu Xiu, you've finally arrived. They said Ling Chuan is ill and insists on staying at the Prime Minister's residence to recuperate."
I have no idea what kind of beautiful scenery or delicious food this Prime Minister's residence has that could possibly surpass the food raised in my Princess's residence!
"Why is it a male doctor? Is he reliable?" someone muttered quietly.
“He’s my man. Whether he’s reliable or not is not for you to decide!” Wu Ziyan didn’t intend to pursue the matter with the people talking below.
Now that we have a doctor, I said there's no reason to say anything more.
Sima Zongcheng felt a fine sweat breaking out on his forehead; Wu Ziyan really knew how to torment people.
In the end, she gritted her teeth and invited him into the house, not wanting her to lose face standing at the door any longer.
"I didn't have a proper look around the Prime Minister's residence last time. It's quite grand, even bigger than my princess's residence. Wow, the Prime Minister is really rich. Could you give me some?"
"Your Highness is joking!"
"What? Where are you taking me? I'm not going to have tea in the hall. Just take me to Lingchuan's residence!"
The servants were also in a dilemma, their eyes all fixed on Sima Zongcheng, waiting for her to nod.
With people like that watching, what could she do? She could only grit her teeth and lead them there.
But the housekeeper's expression was even more unpleasant, since she had locked two locks, and there was nothing she could do.
Wu Ziyan charged forward recklessly, needing no one to lead the way, leaving them utterly helpless.
"Oh, the rockery in this garden looks quite nice. Does the Prime Minister have any objections to me seeing it off when he leaves?"
“These flowers are nice too. I don’t have any in my garden, so I’ll take them back with me when I leave.”
"Lingchuan, Lingchuan! Where are you? Answer us if you hear us. Oh, I forgot you're sick? How much further does the Prime Minister have to go?"
"Come on, come on!"
They could only hope that the servants in the mansion who had received the news would be quick-witted and unlock the door.
They approached in a large, ostentatious manner, and Sima Lingchuan could already hear the sounds coming closer to his residence.
He pounded on the door, but it was still locked from the outside. Unfortunately, no clever servant was quick enough to realize the situation and unlock it.
Wu Ziyan called out twice more midway through the journey. Sima Lingchuan was closer and could hear her clearly, so he responded.
Wu Ziyan turned to look at the Prime Minister and the steward: "I find this voice to be quite strong. I wonder what kind of illness you have contracted? Your voice is so powerful, and you can't stand the wind?"
"He only had some symptoms this morning, but perhaps the husband of Lingchuan is already feeling better."
The butler wiped the sweat from his brow, silently begging and pleading in his mind.
The "oh" sound, with its drawn-out ending, sounds quite meaningful.
This made the people following behind them even more afraid to look her in the eye.
When they got really close to Sima Lingchuan's room, they discovered that there were two locks on his door.
Wu Ziyan laughed; indeed, not all the servants in the Prime Minister's residence were clever.
He pointed to the lock above: "How strong of a wind is this supposed to keep out?"
"Chu Qiu."
Chu Qiu drew his sword, and the lock clattered to the ground. Wu Ziyan put one hand on his hip and kicked the door open.
Sima Lingchuan stood in the center of the room, looking at them with a somewhat haggard expression.
"Ziyan, it really is you; Brother Yuxiu, Guardian Chuqiu."
“Lingchuan, please sit down. The Prime Minister said you have contracted an illness, but he doesn’t know what it is. He says you’ll only get better if you stay at the Prime Minister’s residence. I’ll have Yuxiu come and take a look at you.”
Sima Lingchuan was also puzzled. What illness did he have? This was just his mother telling him to deceive him.
Han Yuxiu was very conscientious. He stepped forward to take his pulse and carefully felt his pulse. There was no illness at all. He was very healthy!
It's just that I might have been too tired and restless these past two days, and I was slightly frightened, but otherwise I'm fine.
At this moment, Han Yuxiu also realized that something important must have happened.
He was used as a cover by Wu Ziyan again.
The Prime Minister and his entourage turned green with shock, and Wu Ziyan even spoke to Han Yuxiu.
"Yu Xiu, the Prime Minister and the others don't look too well. Why don't you prescribe some medicine for them?"
Han Yuxiu opened the medicine box and actually started writing prescriptions; this coordinated attack was truly excellent.
Wu Ziyan wanted to give him a thumbs up; he even filled out the list and handed it to the butler.
He also gave some other instructions.
"Prime Minister, since there is nothing wrong in Lingchuan, I will take him back to his residence. I am truly sorry for disturbing you last night."
"Lingchuan, are you going back with the Fourth Prince?"
Sima Zongcheng looked at him, his tone not threatening, but merely a normal inquiry.
Lingchuan's feelings for her had almost completely faded, so he bowed in greeting.
"Your son will return with the Fourth Prince now. I have troubled you, Mother, last night!"
At this moment, his stance was quite clear.
Sima Zongcheng sneered, but she wouldn't make a move at this moment, so she stepped aside.
Wu Ziyan stepped forward, took Sima Lingchuan's hand, and looked him up and down to see if he was injured.
I breathed a sigh of relief after finding that he was not missing any limbs.
She had thought that Sima Zongcheng would be so vicious as to cripple or injure him.