The husband who forced her to marry her couldn't keep her warm, and she didn't want him to

In the cell, Doctor Ma opened and closed his mouth, speaking in a staccato voice: "...The eldest prince is dead, counting the days... today is his seventh day..."

Qin Lang and Yao Yuan's faces were filled with astonishment.

The eldest prince died, but not even a single piece of news leaked out of the palace!

They only knew that the emperor had been in a very bad temper recently because of the eldest prince's illness, and Qin Lang was well aware of this.

After hearing this, Jiang Nansheng asked again, "How is His Majesty's health now?"

Doctor Ma sniffed the spicy and fresh fragrance in the air, mixed with the stench from beneath his body. The combination of these two smells made him close his eyes tightly.

He opened his mouth and coughed violently. The blood on his chest instantly became thicker. His voice was as weak as a mosquito: "Master Jiang... Only if I am alive... can you know more..."

Jiang Nansheng raised his hand and signaled the warden to open the window.

The cold wind from outside blew in, and the originally polluted air in the room gradually became fresh, but the temperature also dropped rapidly.

Jiang Nansheng reached out and called the warden over, saying, "Doctor Ma is a little confused. Bring the goat from the kitchen over to wake him up."

The prison warden bowed and agreed, then walked out.

Jiang Nansheng turned to look at Yao Yuan beside him and said, "The weather is so cold, move the brazier next to Doctor Ma."

Yao Yuan walked over and moved the brazier half a step away from the prisoner.

Doctor Ma, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly felt as if half of his body had fallen into a cold pond, while the other half could feel the heat radiating from the brazier that was nearby.

The cold wind whistled along his damp lower body and kept rushing into the gaps between his bones.

This is undoubtedly a double torture of mind and body.

Doctor Matthew curled up there, trying his best to get closer to the brazier, but the cold wind still blew towards him everywhere.

"Perhaps the death of the eldest prince is hard for His Majesty to accept. He has become both excited... and cruel." Doctor Ma said tremblingly, looking at Qin Lang with fear in his eyes.

All the colleagues in the Imperial Medical Bureau were killed by the Jinyiwei with one sword.

Jiang Nansheng, wearing a black fur coat, walked slowly to the brazier beside Doctor Ma, added two pieces of charcoal into it, stretched out his hand to warm the fire, and asked:

"There are many doctors on duty at the Imperial Hospital, why did His Majesty only kill the four of you? What was the reason?"

Upon hearing this, Doctor Ma began to avoid his gaze and shrank back, "Master Jiang... I really don't understand what you mean."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I have never had much patience, and I don't like the same question to be asked over and over again." Jiang Nansheng saw the returning warden appear at the door and motioned for him to come in.

Qin Lang knew his intention very well. He sat in the armchair with a dagger, clicked his tongue and shook his head.

The words in his mouth made Doctor Ma's heart rise to his throat instantly:

"You are just a doctor in the Imperial Hospital, but you are quite stubborn. I guess you still have a lot of dirty things in your mind that you haven't told anyone yet!"

"Master Jiang, your methods are too gentle. To deal with such a person, you should first use a whip dipped in strong liquor to severely beat him. How can you give him a chance to bargain?"

A gust of wind blew, and the tassel of the Longquan sword on Qin Lang's waist swayed, and the sword body flashed a cold light that was dazzling.

The wounds on the chest and back were caused by this sword. The sound of the sword piercing through the flesh seemed to be right next to his ears, causing Doctor Ma's eyes to go dark.

When he came to his senses, his body had been immobilized.

When he thought that the adults were going to eat freshly slaughtered mutton, his socks were pulled down and a layer of honey water was smeared on the soles of his feet.

When everything was ready, the warden led the goat over and asked the goat to lower its head to a position that exuded a sweet smell.

Doctor Ma was seriously injured and had been barely staying alive for the past two days by relying on a bowl of medicine.

Knowing that he was in the Dali Temple and was discovered alive by the Jinyiwei, he has been in extreme fear and tension since waking up.

At this moment, he was sitting there, his pale face gradually became relaxed, and the smile at the corner of his lips could even be understood as a state of ecstasy.

However, after the momentary comfort, Doctor Ma suddenly felt a sensation of soreness, numbness, swelling and pain all over his body.

This put him in an abnormally excited and tense state. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, and the wounds on his chest and back that had not yet healed began to make sounds of tearing flesh.

Doctor Ma, whose face kept twitching, suddenly realized at this moment that this goat was his instrument of torture.

Amid the whistling of the wind outside the window and the crackling of the burning charcoal, Doctor Ma's laughter gradually changed its tone.

"...Sir Jiang...Nineteen years ago, when Imperial Concubine Jing had a miscarriage, it was the four of us on duty at the Imperial Hospital..."

Qin Lang swallowed the liquor in his mouth after hearing this.

Nineteen years ago, Concubine Shu of Yikun Palace had not yet entered the palace. Why did Jiang Nansheng bring up this old case?

Doctor Ma's legs were tied and he could not break free. The soles of his feet had been licked bloody by the barbed sheep's tongue.

He was so excited that it was difficult for him to faint, but he could clearly feel his life slipping away.

Jiang Nansheng looked out the window and saw dead leaves swirling and falling to the ground. Without turning his head, he said, "Since I can ask the question just now, I already know what happened nineteen years ago."

He turned around and placed the teacup in his hand on the table. The lid of the teacup collided with the cup body with a crisp sound. He lowered his eyes and looked at Doctor Ma and said slowly:

"Who are you working for? What did the person behind you do? Tell me everything. Maybe you can save your people in Shu."

Qin Lang looked at the pot bubbling with red oil and steam rising from the charcoal fire.

First attack his heart and then hurt his body. Master Jiang Wu was really born to be the Dali Temple.

Doctor Ma burst into tears. As a doctor, he had never suffered such pain before. When Jiang Nansheng mentioned the people of Shu, the defense line in his heart collapsed.

Jiang Nansheng raised his hand, and the warden led the goat aside, letting Doctor Ma's tense body lie flat on his back like tofu.

"...It was Concubine Hui who was framed by Concubine Jing. The princess died before she was one year old... She died of illness... But because Concubine Jing was fighting for favor, her illness was delayed..."

Seeing his hesitation, Jiang Nansheng said gently, "Sir Qin, if His Majesty knew that Doctor Ma was still alive, you would have a hard time explaining it."

Doctor Ma struggled to get up, leaving a trail of ice on the ground. He stretched out his hand to grab at the void, and cried out miserably:

"Master Jiang...Master Jiang..."

He swallowed hard, "The one who arranged for me to leave the palace was a eunuch working in Wenyuan Pavilion, named Tang Liu... He was the one who caused the eldest princess to fall into the water that year..."