The seductive princess is no longer being pursued; the aloof prime minister is facing a crematorium.

Chapter 106 If you feel wronged, speak up.

He Weijing didn't show any emotion when he said this.

He seems to rarely show emotion.

Calm and desolate, even indifferent.

Having witnessed countless deaths and comings, He Weijing lost interest in many things in the world.

She had no intention of finding out what the man in front of her had done, why he was poisoned, or why he was hiding it.

It's not important to him.

He Weijing also has some obsession with cleanliness.

Having just finished treating Pei Du, she took out a handkerchief she carried with her and carefully wiped her hands.

Pei Du's complexion was still not good; he was weak and his blood and qi were depleted, and a deep, bone-chilling pain was emanating from his shoulder.

His wound had been healing, but due to the residual poison, it began to fester again.

It kept recurring, with no improvement.

On the bed, the man slightly raised his eyes, his gaze clear and calm: "The matter of Pei's poisoning involves very deep issues, and Mr. He should not want His Highness to be distracted and troubled by trivial matters."

He Weijing paused slightly as he wiped his hands.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, then turned to Pei Du solemnly, raising his brow bone.

"Pei...Du?"

He Weijing sneered, muttering the name under his breath.

Suddenly, he chuckled softly, his tongue licking his teeth.

"I have long heard of Lord Pei's deeds. I heard that when Lord Pei was still a poor man, Princess Zhaoming took a great liking to him."

Suddenly the topic of the past came up, Pei Du frowned slightly: "Mr. He seems to know a lot about what happened in the capital back then."

Ignoring Pei Du's question, He Weijing casually lowered his eyes to wipe his hands, his tone indifferent: "Do I need to remind Lord Pei of something?"

He stood in the center of the bedroom, his posture upright, showing no emotion.

Pei Du raised his eyes and looked at him directly.

He Weijing chuckled: "Princess Zhaoming pursued Lord Pei sincerely when she was young. However, she has a decisive and resolute personality. If she says she doesn't like someone anymore, she can cut ties with them without any affection."

Very decisive.

Pei Du remained silent, his eyes flashing slightly.

“So, Your Excellency,” He Weijing sneered, “even if you really did something for her, hoping to make her feel sorry for you, she would never soften her heart.”

Pei Du pursed his lips slightly and looked at him seriously: "I have never thought that way."

He Weijing nodded and said nothing more.

He packed up his medicine kit and turned to leave.

"Mr. He and His Highness, are they from the past?"

Behind me came a man's clear and dignified voice.

He Weijing turned his head, his eyes even carrying a hint of provocation: "If we really count, I should indeed have known her earlier than Lord Pei."

After saying that, He Weijing ignored what was behind him and walked out of the bedroom.

Jiang Jinshuang was waiting outside the door.

Seeing He Weijing come out, he stepped forward and handed her a clean handkerchief.

He Weijing raised an eyebrow, glanced at the handkerchief, then looked down at her with a questioning look in his eyes.

Jiang Jinshuang twitched the corner of her mouth: "I noticed that Mr. He seemed to care about this, so I prepared a clean handkerchief for you in advance. I have never used one before."

Upon hearing this, He Weijing didn't say anything more. He took the handkerchief, carefully wiped his hands, and then put it back in his sleeve.

Jingmo hurriedly stepped forward: "Mr. He, how is my master?"

He Weijing ignored the anxious Jingmo and turned to Jiang Jinshuang, his tone slightly cold: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Jiang Jinshuang was stunned for a moment, and was somewhat lost in thought.

Even Jingmo, who was standing next to her, looked over at her.

Jiang Jinshuang swore that she had not shown any signs of irritability since He Weijing left.

—Why was he able to tell at a glance?

"Why are you looking at him? Look at me."

Noticing that Jiang Jinshuang glanced at Jingmo, He Weijing spoke calmly, drawing her attention back.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang could only smile awkwardly and say, "No, no, Mr. He is overthinking it."

He Weijing frowned slightly, glanced at Jingmo beside him, and then turned back to her: "What did he say that upset you?" Jiang Jinshuang: "..."

Are doctors all monsters who can see into people's hearts?
Jiang Jinshuang's eyes widened in shock.

Jingmo also realized what had happened and hurriedly knelt down, clasping his hands in a fist and pleading, "Your Highness, please forgive me. It was my ignorance. Please punish me!"

Jingmo's thoughts raced quickly, and he realized almost instantly that His Highness was angry because of what he had just said.

He Weijing glanced at Jingmo again.

“The reason your master’s old illness has relapsed is because his constitution is different from that of ordinary people. If you don’t believe me, you can go in and ask him,” He Weijing said coldly after a pause. “To Princess Zhaoming, Lord Pei is just a stranger. She has no time to harm him.”

After saying that, He Weijing gave Jiang Jinshuang a look and led her out of Wenshan Pavilion.

He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

On the carriage back to the princess's residence.

Jiang Jinshuang chuckled and offered He Weijing a cup of tea.

“Mr. He, these are all just rumors and speculations that are not worthy of being discussed in public. You don’t need to bother explaining them to me.”

He Weijing glanced at Jiang Jinshuang and accepted the hot tea she offered with an air of aloofness.

Do you enjoy being wronged?

"what?"

Jiang Jinshuang blinked, not reacting for a moment.

He Weijing used the tea lid to float the broken tea leaves on top of the water, and said in a serious and calm tone: "If you feel wronged or unhappy, just say it. There is no reason in this world for you to always suffer."

Do not know why.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinshuang suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

She hurriedly lowered her head, poured herself a cup of tea, and tried to hide the emotions in her eyes.

She smiled and said, "Nonsense! I am incredibly powerful and renowned. Who would dare to wrong me?"

She didn't look up when she said this.

He looked down at the tea leaves bobbing in the tea, then started fiddling with the tea lid.

A barely audible sigh came from above.

A warm hand was placed on her head.

I rubbed it.

He Weijing's clear and elegant voice gently entered her ears.

"He just likes to talk back to me."

"Like a little hedgehog."

Jiang Jinshuang's brow twitched slightly.

That feeling... it felt somewhat familiar.

She felt so familiar with it that it was as if something was blocking her throat, making it hard for her to breathe.
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Princess House.

After Jiang Jinshuang and He Weijing returned to the mansion, they encountered palace eunuchs waiting outside the mansion gate.

Jiang Jinshuang frowned slightly and glanced at He Weijing beside her.

She didn't want people in the palace to know about He Weijing's existence.

He Weijing understood, nodded slightly, and went back to the side courtyard through the back door.

The eunuch who came to the mansion today was not Eunuch Kang, who served His Majesty.

Instead, it was Sun Zhang, the eunuch serving the Empress Dowager.

If the chief eunuch in the palace is like Eunuch Kang by His Majesty's side, then this Eunuch Sun is the highest-ranking eunuch in the entire palace.

Grandpa Sun was quite old and had always been by the Empress Dowager's side.

In recent years, the Empress Dowager has been burning incense and worshipping Buddha, and rarely enters or leaves Chang Le Palace. As a result, Eunuch Sun has also rarely appeared in public, following the Empress Dowager's example.

Why did you suddenly think of visiting her residence today?
Jiang Jinshuang perked up and nodded slightly to Eunuch Sun: "Eunuch Sun, it's been a long time."

Grandpa Sun was thin and his back was somewhat hunched.

Yet, standing there, he exuded a kind of awe-inspiring authority.

"Greetings, Princess Zhaoming."

Jiang Jinshuang smiled and asked, "May I ask what brings Eunuch Sun here today?"

Eunuch Sun didn't mince words, his expression indifferent and calm: "Your Highness, the Empress Dowager has decreed that we will go to Huguo Temple to worship Buddha tomorrow. Your Highness has not yet paid your respects to the Empress Dowager since returning to the capital. Her Majesty wishes to invite Your Highness to go to Huguo Temple to offer incense together."