After rebirth, the regent princess wanted to rebel every day

"Does Your Highness have to keep pressing us like this?" Jiang Wanyue said coldly.

Xie Jingce was startled, and suddenly realized that he was too anxious. He stopped and looked at Jiang Wanyue blankly: "I'm sorry, it was my negligence."

Yes, Jiang Wanyue is Ye Qingwu’s best friend. What if Ye Qingwu secretly taught Jiang Wanyue?

"Don't blame yourself, Your Majesty. You will know it one day."

Jiang Wanyue saw him stop and walk out of the study, and turned back and left these words before leaving.

Seeing her go away, Xie Jingce walked to the table, picked up a piece of paper and looked at it carefully.

"Even if you have changed your skin, your soul is still you!" Xie Jingce murmured.

The piece of paper contained the poem that Jiang Wanyue had left behind last time. Although the handwriting was in Jiang Wanyue's style, it looked more vigorous and elegant.

Jiang Wanyue returned all the way to the Bo Mansion, only to realize belatedly that Xie Jingce must have been waiting for her at the Ye Mansion.

The next day, because she had to go to the West City Medical Clinic again, Jiang Wanyue had to get up early despite countless yawns.

"Miss, did you not sleep well last night?" Chunhe was combing Jiang Wanyue's hair and saw that Jiang Wanyue was yawning constantly.

"The rat was so powerful that I fought with it until the second half of the night..." Before he could finish his sentence, another yawn came.

The tree in the yard suddenly shook, and the person on it twitched his mouth and almost lost his balance.

"In that case, let's go to the clinic and buy some rat poison today." Chunhe foolishly believed it, "Or maybe Bujing and I should take turns to keep watch at night, so that the young lady can sleep more comfortably."

The corner of Jiang Wanyue's mouth twitched. The rat she was talking about was not the same rat as that one, but she couldn't tell Chunhe about that, so she could only agree: "Let's buy some rat poison."

The man on the tree was embarrassed. He knew that Jiang Wanyue went to Ye Mansion last night and met the master. When he heard this, he was already struggling over whether or not to tell the master.

An hour later, Jiang Wanyue set out from the mansion and bought a jar of wine when passing by the winery.

This time I was familiar with the route and arrived at the West City Medical Clinic in just a quarter of an hour.

When Jiang Wanyue stepped into the clinic again, she saw an elderly man treating an elderly man with a leg disability.

The old man had a mixture of black and white hair and beard. He wore a loose, old Taoist robe and had a large wine gourd on his waist.

She walked over, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Excuse me, are you Doctor Sun?"

The old man glanced at Jiang Wanyue and said, "This is me. If you want to see a doctor, please line up over there."

Sun Zhen pointed in the direction of a medicine boy in green clothes.

Jiang Wanyue took a look and frowned when she saw that there were a lot of people. If the queue continued like this, she didn't know how long it would take.

"I'm not here to see a patient, but the patient really can't come here. Could you please, Doctor Sun, accompany me to your house?" Jiang Wanyue said.

Sun Zhen snorted coldly, turned his head and continued to take the pulse of the patient in front of him.

Jiang Wanyue was embarrassed. Chunhe, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to step forward to talk, but was stopped by Bujing, who shook his head at her.

Jiang Wanyue added: "I guess Dr. Sun is missing the sweet-scented osmanthus wine from Jiangnan."

Jiang Wanyue observed Sun Zhen's reaction and saw that Sun Zhen's eyes lit up when she heard the words "Osmanthus Wine". She raised the corners of her lips slightly and waved to Bu Jing and Chunhe to go and carry the wine.

When Sun Zhen was a child, he always liked to drink a little wine occasionally when he was treating his father. His unserious appearance made everyone in the mansion think that he was a charlatan.

But later I learned that Sun Zhen never charged for his consultations, and always treated poor people for free. To express their gratitude, those who could afford it would often give him a jar of authentic Jiangnan osmanthus wine, which would make the old man happy for the whole day.

After Sun Zhen quickly diagnosed and prescribed medicine for the patient in front of him, he also brought in the wine.

Sun Zhen hurried forward, holding the jar of wine, closed his eyes and sniffed it intoxicatedly, and exclaimed: "Good wine!"

Seeing Sun Zhen trying to take the wine away, Jiang Wanyue raised her hand to stop him: "Please set a time, Doctor Sun."

"Hey~" Sun Zhen pointed out inscrutable words, "Why are you so impatient at such a young age?"

"We can't wait even a moment longer." Jiang Wanyue's expression became serious.

So, after Sun Zhen slowly began to explain the matters to the two medicine boys, Jiang Wanyue quickly took Sun Zhen to the carriage and galloped all the way back to the Earl's Mansion.

Jiang Ye's leg has been injured for three years, and it may be more difficult to treat if the condition is delayed any further.

Sun Zhen sat in the carriage, feeling the bumps along the way, his face looking like a bitter gourd: "Oh, my old bones are going to fall apart."

"Senior, please be patient, we will be there soon." Jiang Wanyue lowered the curtain and looked at Sun Zhen who had a painful face.

Just when Sun Zhen was about to faint, the carriage finally stopped steadily in front of the door of the Bo Mansion.

But Jiang Wanyue didn't give Sun Zhen time to rest. She grabbed Sun Zhen's hand and ran all the way to Jiang Ye's yard.

At that time, Jiang Ye was basking in the sun alone in the yard. When he heard the noise, he looked outside and happened to see Jiang Wanyue coming against the sunlight, followed by an old man carrying a medicine box.

She actually found a doctor for him.

Jiang Ye's eyes lit up, but then quickly dimmed.

During these three years, his father had consulted many doctors for him, but they all said they were powerless to help him. This old doctor might have the same result.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, so Jiang Ye didn't hold much hope from the beginning.

As soon as Jiang Wanyue arrived, she pushed Jiang Ye into the house without saying a word, and then asked Sun Zhen to come forward.

Although Sun Zhen was fond of drinking, he was still serious when it was time to be serious. He calmly took the gourd from his waist and drank a sip of wine before he started to roll up Jiang Ye's trouser legs to check on his condition.

"How many years has it been?" Sun Zhen asked.

"Three years!" Jiang Wanyue answered quickly.

Sun Zhen glanced at Jiang Wanyue and said, "You are still young, don't be so impatient."

Jiang Wanyue smiled awkwardly, she was just too anxious. Jiang Ye's lips also slowly raised an arc.

The silver needle was sterilized at high temperature and then inserted into the acupuncture point. When it was pulled out, it had already turned black.

Sun Zhen's face changed slightly, and he checked Jiang Ye's pulse again.

When Jiang Wanyue saw Sun Zhen's expression change, she felt a little nervous, but she didn't dare to disturb him rashly.

After a long while, Sun Zhen took his hand back, sighed, and said, "He is poisoned. The poison has been harassing him for too long and has already penetrated into his internal organs. Ordinary medicine can no longer cure it."

Jiang Ye looked calm, as if he had expected this.

Jiang Wanyue clenched her hands when she heard that, her eyes were cold. Who was so vicious as to dare to poison the son of a court official?

"Senior, do you know what kind of poison it is? If it is a poison, there must be an antidote." Jiang Wanyue asked.

"It is the Canglan flower from the Western Regions. This flower may seem very ornamental to ordinary people, but its root is a chronic poison if used as medicine. Taking it for too long will cause paralysis, just like this young man."

After a pause, Sun Zhen continued, "I have only seen it in ancient books, and I don't know how to make the antidote."