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

Chapter 132 Three Men
Zhao Yungui was actually different from Pei Du.

Pei Du was principled, while Zhao Yun returned without restraint.

He doesn't care much about using threats or even warnings to achieve his goals; it's not a big deal to him.

Although the world says that this national advisor is compassionate and merciful, he himself knows that he is actually not very patient.

Indeed, she was not as capable as Pei Du, who could unravel the mystery and lay out the facts in order to clear her name, refusing to let her be tainted in any way.

Zhao Yungui's methods were much simpler.

As long as the problem is solved, he doesn't care too much even if the rectification involves some underhanded tactics.

In this respect, Pei Du was quite different from him.

He rarely uses threats to achieve his goals.

It's not that it's impossible, but that would lack credibility and ultimately make Jiang Jinshuang less convincing.

Zhao Yungui simply wanted to resolve her predicament and problems.

But Pei Du...

Whether it was his imagination or not, it seemed that he had to clear her name and reputation with every step he took, and that he had to convince others to stand on Jiang Jinshuang's side willingly.

—He seemed to be dedicated to paving a path for her and plotting a scheme.

After leaving the main hall, Zhao Yun went to Pei Du's meditation room.

Although it was said in front of the Empress Dowager and Xia Yurong that Chief Minister Pei was on the verge of death, it was somewhat of an exaggeration.

But in fact, Pei Du's injuries were not very optimistic.

The arrow wound from last time went through his entire shoulder blade, and it had only healed for two days when today the water blade landed on his shoulder on his back.

When they arrived at the meditation room, Jingmo had also rushed over from the capital upon hearing the news and was preparing medicine for Pei Du.

Pei Du's high fever had not subsided, and he was not fully conscious.

When Jingmo arrived, he also summoned several imperial physicians, but the journey was long, so he rode at full speed with some medicine, while the doctors were still on their way.

"how's it going?"

Zhao Yun stepped forward a few paces and asked in a soft voice.

Jingmo bowed slightly to Zhao Yungui, his brow furrowed, and said, "Reporting to the Grand Preceptor, the prince's fever hasn't subsided despite the medicine he's taken. I'm quite worried..."

Zhao Yungui's medical skills were only rudimentary, and the wound on Pei Du's shoulder seemed to be worsening, so the situation was not optimistic.

Huguo Temple is located on a mountaintop, and apart from a few barefoot doctors, there are no other emergency doctors to be found around.

If his high fever doesn't subside by today, we'll have to find another way.

"Tuk-tuk-"

Just then, a calm knock came from outside the door.

Jingmo and Zhao Yungui exchanged a glance.

Frowning slightly, Jingmo walked to the door: "Who is it?"

Outside the door, a lazy, casual male voice said, "He Weijing."

In an instant, Jingmo's eyes lit up, and he immediately opened the door!
He Weijing was dressed in a black silk robe, his hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and his body was permeated with the fragrance of medicine.

The evening clouds gradually dispersed, leaving the sky a pale, clear blue.

Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, He Weijing stood outside the door, his expression indifferent.

"Mr. He! You actually came!" Jingmo was overjoyed and hurriedly clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, "Please, Mr. He, save my master!"

He Weijing remained silent.

He stepped into the entryway.

He immediately spotted Zhao Yungui standing to one side inside the room.

I don’t know him, I haven’t seen him before.

Zhao Yungui had never met He Weijing before, but he nodded slightly as a sign of greeting.

He Weijing said nothing, walked to the bedside, and took Pei Du's pulse.

He frowned slightly, looking at Jingmo with some displeasure: "I should have come later."

Jingmo blinked: "Is it because the adult's illness isn't serious?"

"No, if you had come any later, you could have collected your master's body directly, and you wouldn't have needed me."

Jingmo was startled and dared not say anything more.

It's a bit tricky. Not because he's not a skilled doctor.

However, he had carried an old poison for many years. The poison had been there for a long time. The doctor prescribed a remedy for him and advised him to take good care of himself. He said that the poison would be completely cleared up in a few months.

But I never expected that old wounds would be compounded with new ones.

The medicine Pei Du is currently taking is already quite potent; if more is added, it might trigger the old poisoning.

The original prescription he gave him was able to gradually clear away the old toxins, but now this method has brought back the old toxins, which will probably make him suffer for a few days.

So it's a bit tricky.

"Mr. He... is it very troublesome?" Jingmo asked cautiously.

“It’s not that bad,” He Weijing stood up and began to prescribe medicine for Jingmo. “It’s just that the medicine is a bit strong, so your master will have to suffer a little.”

He prescribed this medicine, and Pei Du will probably have a hard time these next few days. However, as long as he can get through these few days, the old poison in his body will be completely cleared.

His original plan was to proceed gradually, without causing pain, but the treatment would take longer.

Now that he is injured again, the old poison in his body can no longer remain.

We need to take drastic measures.

"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. He!"

Jingmo was not an ungrateful person, and quickly clasped his hands in thanks.

He Weijing was hunched over his desk, writing a prescription.

Back when he lived in seclusion, countless people would have given a fortune for just one of his medicinal formulas.

I've only been in Beijing for a short time, but I've already seen more doctors than in a whole year in previous years.

"Hmph, if you want to thank someone, thank Jiang Jinshuang. The princess treats me like her own personal physician."

I also have to run errands for her.

In the past, who wouldn't have kowtowed three times and begged him to cure their illness?

These words carried a hint of complaint, but Zhao Yungui, standing to the side, detected a touch of indulgence in them.

—This doctor is condoning Jiang Jinshuang.

It was a kind of indulgence that came from familiarity, as if the two were inseparable and had no ill feelings towards each other.

A cold gaze fell on He Weijing.

After writing the prescription, He Weijing handed the paper to Jingmo.

"I'll bring down his fever first, and then I'll brew the medicine for him when we get back to the mansion tomorrow."

Jingmo respectfully accepted the prescription, somewhat puzzled: "This... can't the medicine be decocted now for the master to take?"

"Your father may suffer greatly for the next few days after taking the medicine. I have added a small amount of pain-relieving hallucinogen to the prescription. It is not convenient for him to take it here. Please take him back to the capital as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Jingmo said nothing more and immediately began packing his things, preparing to take Pei Du back to the capital first.

He Weijing packed his medicine kit and stepped out of the meditation room.

A cool and indifferent voice came from behind.

"Mr. He...?"

He Weijing turned around.

It was Zhao Yun who returned.

Zhao Yungui nodded slightly, seemingly finally recognizing the person before him: "You are the contemporary medical sage, Mr. He Weijing?"

He Weijing raised an eyebrow and looked Zhao Yungui up and down: "Ah, you are... the Imperial Advisor who just spoke up for Jiang Jinshuang?"

Jiang Jinshuang.

He called her by her full name without any hesitation.

Zhao Yungui frowned slightly, then quickly unfolded his expression.

He Weijing, who was always proud, nodded slightly to Zhao Yungui as a sign of gratitude: "I am very grateful for the help of the Imperial Preceptor today. If the Imperial Preceptor is poisoned, injured, afflicted by the plague, or is about to die, please send someone to find me as a token of my gratitude for saving her."

A promise made by a medical sage is priceless.

—But this "promise" is not very pleasant to hear.

Zhao Yungui paused for a moment, then said, "Then I thank Mr. He in advance."

After a pause, Zhao Yungui spoke again, slowly and deliberately: "Mr. He has lived in seclusion for many years, avoiding officialdom and refusing to come out of the world. He has come to the capital for Your Highness's sake?"