Her guards

Chapter 171 Wei Jiao Recovering from Injuries

As night fell over the imperial palace, the palace gardens here were brightly lit, and the eunuchs set out the food on the table.

"Captain, your dinner is ready."

Wei Jiao leaned back on the bed, looking at the table full of delicious food, and exclaimed, "This is really a feast!"

A woman's voice came from outside the door: "Your senior brother is recuperating, so you should eat well."

Wei Jiao looked outside and saw four eunuchs carrying lanterns, escorting "Miss Yang" as she walked slowly.

The palace servants and maids, both inside and outside the palace, bowed respectfully.

"His Majesty ordered me to look after the Commandant, so naturally I will do my utmost," Mo Zheng said with a smile as she walked in.

Before dawn today, Wei Jiao suddenly became seriously injured and summoned the imperial physicians.

The message was also sent to the emperor, because Wei Jiao was, after all, the youngest son of Wei Cui, the Grand General of Longxi, and if anything happened to him, it would be a huge problem.

The emperor ordered the imperial physicians to do their utmost to save Wei Jiao.

At the same time, Miss Yang, who was staying at the imperial palace, was put in charge of taking care of her.

Following the emperor's decree, the chief eunuch of the imperial palace ordered all the palace servants and maids to prioritize Miss Yang in all matters.

Mo Zheng sat down.

"You may all leave," she said. "I will personally serve the captain his meal."

The palace maids and servants inside bowed and withdrew.

Wei Jiao sat on the bed and clicked his tongue twice: "Miss Yang is really impressive." Then he lowered his voice and said, "No, I misspoke. I should call her... Your Highness."

He did bleed this morning, but it wasn't him who needed the imperial physician; it was the emperor who had fainted in his arms.

However, the emperor woke up before the imperial physicians arrived, then ordered the news to be kept secret, and the embroidered-robed official erased any trace of his arrival before leaving the palace.

Although the emperor only told Wei Jiao to take good care of Miss Yang and said nothing else, Wei Jiao certainly knew what that meant.

Mo Zheng nodded: "Senior brother, no need for formalities."

"Who's being so polite to her?" Wei Jiao spat, got up from the bed, and sat down in front of her.

"When will Your Highness return to the palace? You can't stay a princess in a temporary palace forever," Wei Jiao said lazily.

Mo Zheng reached out, picked up her chopsticks, and put some food into her bowl.

“Never,” she said. “Actually, I haven’t acknowledged any relatives, so I will never be a princess.”

After saying that, he looked at Wei Jiao and put one hand on his chest.

"It's enough for me to know that my father cares about me."

Enough? Wei Jiao cursed inwardly, "Yeah, right!"
Her father had her in his heart, but no one else did; things were about to get even more complicated.

I knew this bastard was going to keep going crazy.

"This isn't enough," Wei Jiao said with a smile. "Let me lend you a hand, senior brother."

Mo Zheng sighed again: "Senior brother has helped me more than just once. He has helped me several times before, and I will need his help even more from now on..."

Wei Jiao sneered and pointed to the table: "Since you know I've helped you many times and you still need my help, can you please stop piling food into your own bowl? My bowl is still empty!"

This bastard was putting on an act while constantly shoveling food into his bowl.

Mo Zheng pointed to the congee placed on the corner of the table: "Senior brother, that's yours. You're still taking medicine, so you need to eat light meals. I made you a bowl of medicinal congee."

Wei Jiao said, "So this whole table wasn't prepared for me. You just used the excuse of looking after me to eat and drink to your heart's content."

As he spoke, he reached out to overturn the table, but Mo Zheng's hand was already on the table. The dishes and bowls rattled, but the table remained firmly in place.

"Senior brother." Mo Zheng held chopsticks in one hand and pressed the table with the other, his expression sincere. "I'm doing this for your own good. I know that medicinal porridge is hard to swallow, so I'm letting you look at it like a plum to quench your thirst and eat it happily."

After saying that, he burst into laughter.

Wei Jiao sneered and was about to say something when a voice from outside the door called out, "Captain."

Wei Jiao paused, about to say something, when the woman's voice spoke first again: "Come in."

The woman in embroidery outside seemed to hesitate for a moment before coming in. Upon seeing Miss Yang, she gripped the bamboo tube she was holding.

"Speak your mind," Mo Zheng said, looking at the embroidered robe. "His Majesty has decreed that I am in charge of everything in the palace."

The woman in embroidered clothes did not speak.

Wei Jiao smiled and said, "Miss Yang, you can be the master of the palace, but you can't be the master of our Embroidered Robe."

Mo Zheng then looked at him again: "Senior brother, I wanted to share your burdens."

Wei Jiao ignored her and asked Xiuyi, "What is it?" Xiuyi then handed over the bamboo tube: "News from General Gaoyang."

Upon hearing the title "General Gao Yang," Mo Zheng stepped to stand beside Wei Jiao.

"Have you found anything related to my mother's death?" she shouted, reaching out to snatch the bamboo tube from Wei Jiao's hand.

Wei Jiao instantly crushed the bamboo tube and the secret letter inside into his hand.

Miss Yang stamped her foot in anger and frustration: "You!"

"What's wrong with me?" Wei Jiao said with a smile. "Am I the Embroidered-Robe Captain, or are you, Miss Yang?"

Miss Yang looked aggrieved: "It's the Captain." After saying that, she picked up the medicinal porridge and said respectfully and ingratiatingly, "Senior brother, please eat. Nothing is more important than your health."

Wei Jiao laughed and raised an eyebrow: "Who wants to eat this kind of rubbish?" He raised his chin and pointed to the other side of the table, "Bring me that bowl of steamed meat."

Mo Zheng responded and walked to the other side of the table as instructed.

The woman in embroidery stood indoors watching this scene, thinking to herself that although the captain was seriously injured, he was in good spirits and could still joke and play with Miss Yang. She never used to have this much energy to talk to people.

Wei Jiao noticed his gaze and frowned as she looked at him: "Is there anything else?"

The woman in embroidered robes hurriedly said, "There's something else. There's a new lead on the Jiang Wangchun case. We've found out..."

When he said this, Wei Jiao interrupted him, and at the same time looked at the woman across the table.

Mo Zheng was focused on serving the steamed meat, seemingly not hearing what they were saying, and then walked back with the bowl in her hand.

"Senior brother, you can only eat a little bit of the side dishes," she said seriously. "Otherwise, your wound will really heal very slowly."

Wei Jiao waved his hand lazily: "You can go now."

Mo Zheng frowned: "Senior brother, His Majesty said I should take care of you..."

“Miss Yang,” Wei Jiao interrupted her, saying coldly, “These words are just a pretext His Majesty uses to cover things up. Don’t try to blackmail me with this, and don’t stay here with me. Once you acknowledge your father, your mother’s case will definitely be resolved.”

Mo Zheng sighed softly, "Senior brother, I really want to take care of you." She placed the bowl of steamed meat in front of Wei Jiao and said softly, "Really, don't eat too much."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Outside the gate, palace lanterns flickered, and Miss Yang left, surrounded by palace maids and attendants.

The palace became quiet, both inside and out.

Wei Jiao looked at the bowl of steamed meat with only a few pieces in front of her and pouted.

He ate a lot!

Despite saying that, she didn't reach for the meat bowl, but instead stirred the medicinal porridge in front of her with a spoon.

"Captain," the embroidered maid called softly from the side, noticing that the captain seemed listless ever since Miss Yang left.

Wei Jiao asked lazily, "What new clue?"

Xiuyi hurriedly continued, "We traced it back to a scholar who had once had a philosophical discussion with Jiang Wangchun. He mentioned that when he was arguing with Jiang Wangchun about a passage of classical text, Jiang Wangchun mentioned Wang Zaitian as a witness."

Wei Jiao said lazily, "Wang Zaitian is a famous old man, it's normal for scholars all over the world to mention him."

Xiuyi nodded and continued, "The scholar said he asked, 'When did you hear Wang Zaitian explain it like that?' Jiang Wangchun said that he, as a student, was fortunate enough to attend Wang Zaitian's class."

student?

Wei Jiao raised her head and looked at the embroidered clothes.

Previously, during interviews with residents of Zhao County, an elderly woman selling vegetables revealed that among those who had visited Jiang Wangchun's family before his incident were students.

"I bought some fresh vegetables specifically for the students to try."

The cook from the Jiang family mentioned it.

But when they asked the neighbors, no one had ever seen this student.

"The scholar said that when he asked Jiang Wangchun which student he was referring to, Jiang Wangchun changed his mind and said that he was not a student, but a passerby, and then crossed out the annotation on the phrase 'pure conversation about the meaning of the classics'."

After speaking, Xiu Yi took out a piece of paper from her sleeve. She would always take notes during their conversations. Sure enough, one line mentioned Wang Zaitian, but she crossed it out.

Wei Jiao looked at the words and ink lines on the paper and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Yes, that is indeed strange.

Scholars are very meticulous; how could they easily believe a stranger's words and use them as evidence?

They probably don't want to mention this student.

Yes, this student must be someone who can't be seen in public.

Did this student, who is not worthy of being recognized, attend Wang Zaitian's classes?
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