If I were born again, I would marry a strong but short-lived husband.

When He Zhiyuan returned to the He Mansion, He Jingyao discovered that his uncle's face was abnormally pale. "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Could it be that he was punished in the palace?

Impossible! How could the emperor punish my uncle at this time?

He Zhiyuan endured the pain and said, "Go get the imperial physician."

The imperial physician rushed to check on He Zhiyuan's shoulder injury, only to find that the wound that had just healed had split open again.

"How could this happen?" The imperial physician frowned. "What did you do today? Unless you walked vigorously, the wound would not have opened so easily."

"Re-bandage it." He Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

The imperial physician first treated the wound on his shoulder and then removed the bandages on his legs.

He Zhiyuan noticed that the imperial physician's expression was not right, and he frowned, "What's wrong?"

"Sir He, the wound on your leg has not scabbed and healed for so many days. This is not normal." said the imperial physician.

"What do you mean? Are you saying that someone tampered with my medicine, making my leg injury unable to heal?" He Zhiyuan sat up and looked at the arrow wound on his thigh.

After so many days, the wound is still a bloody mess. No wonder he feels unbearable pain every day.

He thought it was healing, so the pain was normal.

"This... I need to check your usual medication before I can make a judgment." The imperial physician said quickly. He also muttered in his heart that there was no problem with his medication. The same medication was used for the shoulder and thigh, but only the thigh injury had not healed.

It's just weird.

He Zhiyuan gave He Jingyao a cold look.

He Jingyao felt a chill down his spine. "Uncle, your medicine was brewed by the housekeeper himself. I personally gave you the medicine. No one else was involved."

"Arrow! Where is the arrow that was pulled out that day?" He Zhiyuan asked coldly.

"Give it to the servants after it is pulled out that day. I'll go find it." He Jingyao immediately turned around and went out.

They called over all the trusted maids who served in He Zhiyuan's yard and questioned them carefully. They found out that the arrow was thrown into the storage room, but the maids were afraid that it might be useful, so they didn't dare to throw it away.

He Jingyao went to the storage room and found the arrow.

There were traces of dried blood on it.

"Uncle, I found it." He Jingyao walked quickly and was still out of breath.

He Zhiyuan looked sharp, "Imperial Physician, take a look, is the arrowhead smeared with poison?"

The person who pulled out the arrow was not the imperial physician. He had not seen the arrow when he came to treat the wound.

The arrowhead was made of ordinary iron. Apart from the bloodstains, it also had a slight purple luster in the sunlight.

"Sir, this arrow is poisoned." The imperial physician was horrified.

"Why didn't the person who pulled out the arrow for you also take the arrowhead? If you knew the arrow was poisonous, you definitely wouldn't have treated the wound like that." At least you should have dug out the flesh around the arrow wound.

So much time has passed, and the poison cannot be detoxified.

The rage that He Zhiyuan had been accumulating in his heart burst out in his eyes, "It was the court doctor who pulled out the arrow for me, where are the others?"

He was carried back at that time. The situation was urgent and the imperial physician had not arrived at the mansion yet, so the palace physician treated his wounds first.

That's when the arrow was pulled out.

He remembered that the court doctor was still feeling lucky at the time, saying that fortunately there were no vital injuries and that he just needed to recuperate well.

He Jingyao immediately called the steward over to ask, but he found out that the court doctor had not been seen for two days.

Either he was silenced, or he was afraid and absconded!

He Zhiyuan fell on the big pillow, his face looking gloomy and uncertain.

He Jingyao looked at him cautiously and asked the imperial physician in a low voice, "Imperial physician, how should I treat my uncle's leg injury so that there will be no sequelae?"

"The wound isn't healing because the flesh has been affected by the toxin. We can only dig out the flesh and try our luck." The imperial physician sighed.

"Hopefully the poison hasn't spread to other places."

"Then... can it be completely cured?" He Jingyao asked.

The imperial physician hesitated for a moment and said, "If it can be healed, there will be no danger to life except for the inconvenience of walking."

In his opinion, it was lucky that Lord He was able to save his life.

Hearing that he would have difficulty in moving in the future, He Zhiyuan curled up the corners of his mouth into a cold smile.

What a great Ruan Danyang!

It is true that revenge is the way of life.

Back then, Ruan Xiuyuan was injured on the battlefield and his legs were unable to move properly, so he had to sit in a wheelchair. Ruan Danyang blamed him for this.

"What kind of inconvenience do you have? Are you going to be the same as Ruan Xiuyuan?" He Zhiyuan said in a cold voice.

The imperial physician groaned and hesitated, not daring to tell the worst outcome.

He Jingyao roared, grabbing the imperial physician's collar, "Damn it, can't you cure this minor injury? How did it get poisoned? Didn't you see it at first?"

"Lord Xiao He, when I arrived, the wound had already been treated, and it was impossible to tell whether there was poisoning." The imperial physician was also wronged.

"Let go." He Zhiyuan ordered coldly.

He Jingyao's eyes were bloodshot, "Uncle, I'm going to kill them!"

"Imperial Physician, please treat the wound first." He Zhiyuan did not look at He Jingyao, "Just dig out the flesh as you need to. I can bear it."

He was shot by an arrow, and the Dali Temple has been investigating for so many days but has not found out who was behind it. Who should he seek revenge on?

Kill Ruan Danyang or kill Ruan Xinglin?

If they were so easy to kill, why would they be allowed to live until now?

Just like the two arrows that hit him, if he hadn't brought enough secret guards with him, one of the arrows would have hit his vital point.

The arrow hit his shoulder but was blocked by the secret guard.

It was already late at night by the time the wound was treated again.

He Zhiyuan was covered in sweat and had fainted from the pain.

He Jingyao saw the imperial physician out.

"Imperial Physician, tell me the truth, can my uncle's legs ever recover?" He Jingyao asked in a low voice.

"Hey, Lord Xiao He, you saw it just now. So much flesh was dug out that the bones have turned black. It's a blessing to be able to save your life." The imperial physician sighed softly.

"If we had discovered earlier that the arrowhead was poisonous, this wouldn't have happened."

He Jingyao's eyes burned with anger, "Okay, I get it."

The court doctor must have been bribed, and he deliberately concealed the fact that my uncle's wound was poisonous.

"Song Qi!" He Jingyao called his guards.

"Go find the palace doctor. Even if he's dead, bring his clansmen to me."

"Yes."

He Jingyao returned to the room and saw a woman standing next to the bed. His voice became deeper, "Mother, why are you here?"

The woman in the rosin-colored clothes came to her senses, revealing a beautiful face that still had some charm.

If anyone who has seen Concubine Liu saw her, they would be shocked.

There are people in this world who look so similar.

"I came here to look for ..."

Before she could finish her words, He Jingyao stepped forward, grabbed her hand and walked out, "Uncle doesn't like to see you, don't show up here."

"..." The woman curled her lips into a bitter smile and let her son pull her out.

All the way to the most remote courtyard of the He Mansion.

"Ayao, I heard you were injured, how are you?"

He Jingyao pushed her hand away impatiently, "My injury has long been healed, and now it is my uncle who is injured."

"Can you tell your uncle that I want to leave here?" the woman whispered.

"Mother, you should know why your uncle doesn't let you go out." He Jingyao looked indifferent.

"I...I know."

He Jingyao: "Even at home, you should wear a veil when you go out."