Exile? A mad, wicked woman empties the national treasury to escape famine.

Xie Moyao didn't even bother to look at him, and kept touching the water sacs on his stomach.

These water pouches were warm, making him feel cozy. He wondered what his wife had given him this time.

I guess it'll be some delicious food again.

Given the current situation, he probably won't have the chance to taste it for the time being.

In a short while, Doctor Wu finished examining the last guard and came to the group of people from the Prince's Mansion.

Looking at Xie Moyao lying on the cart, Doctor Wu was clearly in a dilemma, but with Xiao San standing right beside him, he couldn't show it. He just nodded slightly to Xie Moyao.

"Your Highness."

Waaaaah...

Dr. Wu was deeply distressed.

Thinking back to the threats Ji Yunshu made to him in the cave, he had no idea how to take Xie Moyao's pulse this time.

He managed to fool them last time, but this time the mistress is right there watching, so she'll probably make him lift Xie Moyao's legs up to take a look.

If Xie Moyao's leg is truly almost fully healed, it won't be able to be hidden once the blanket and pants are lifted. At that point, he won't be able to lie through his teeth anymore.

He was so anxious that cold sweat was almost pouring down his forehead.

When the princess returns and learns that the prince has made a fuss about his leg injury, will she take action against his woman and his fat son?

Waaaaah...

After decades of practicing medicine, this was the first time Dr. Wu felt like crying.

This is too difficult.

When I was treating the concubines and the emperor, I never had to go through this much trouble.

Xie Moyao glanced at him indifferently and responded softly, "Mm."

They also extended their hands to Dr. Wu.

Looking at the fair wrist in front of him, so different from his previous emaciated appearance in the capital, Doctor Wu already had a clue. He slowly reached out and took Xie Moyao's pulse.

Before he could even take her pulse properly, the old princess stepped up from behind, slapped his hand away, and spoke with an air of authority:

"Since we're troubling Dr. Wu to examine us, then I'll go first. I'm still alive; there's no reason for me to see my son first!"

As she spoke, she walked to the side, found a rock to sit on, lifted her sleeve to reveal her wrist, and waited for Doctor Wu to take her pulse.

Doctor Wu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and without even taking Xie Moyao's pulse, he quickly walked to the old princess, squatted down, and reached out to feel her pulse.

This time, he moved very slowly, thinking about how to avoid getting into trouble, and his palms were sweating.

He slowed down, and the mistress stood impatiently to the side. Seeing that he hadn't produced anything after a long time, she couldn't help but urge him on:

"Dr. Wu, what are you doing? Just take a quick look. It's not like he's some precious person you're treating. He's just an exiled prisoner. A quick look is enough."

He just wanted to know how Xie Moyao's health was. This was something the First Prince had specifically instructed him to do, especially regarding whether Xie Moyao's leg disability was still the same as before. This was what he was most concerned about.

As for the lives of others, that's none of his business.

Dr. Wu nodded twice, squinted, stroked his beard, and said calmly:

"Very well, I'll be right. The old princess is in good health, just a little tired. With proper care, she will recover completely."

After taking her pulse, Doctor Wu was somewhat surprised by the old princess's health. Logically speaking, after being exiled for so long, enduring hardships on the road, and suffering from poor food and sleep, the old princess, being of advanced age, should have been completely exhausted after all this ordeal.

Surprisingly, he was still in high spirits and his internal health was excellent; he didn't have any health problems at all.

This puzzled him greatly; how could such a thing happen?

The old princess gave a soft "hmm." She knew her own body perfectly well, and her eagerness to have Doctor Wu take her pulse was merely a way to buy herself some time.

Seeing that she had no problems, she was in a bad mood. She wished she could cause some kind of problem so that Doctor Wu could treat her. However, her body had been taken too well care of by Ji Yunshu.

Just as Doctor Wu withdrew his hand, preparing to take Xie Moyao's pulse, Madam Chen and Madam Li stepped forward at the same time, standing beside Doctor Wu and extending their wrists.

"Dr. Wu, could you please take a look at us?" Madam Li said calmly, holding the little dumpling in her arms.

"Yes, Doctor Wu. My sister-in-law has only recently given birth, and I don't know how well she has recovered. Doctor Wu, you must have brought a lot of medicine with you from the capital. Please help my sister-in-law with her wounds. Since you are here on the orders of the Crown Prince to help us recover, please do your duty."

"As she spoke, Chen changed the subject, rubbing her head, "Also, Dr. Wu, I don't know why, but lately I've been having a lot of headaches, some nausea, and feeling weak all over. I think it's because of all the hardships I've been going through on this journey, and my health isn't very good."

"Dr. Wu, could you please give me some extra care and tell me about the precautions? It would be best if you could write down the prescription and the precautions so I don't forget them."

"Enough! What do you two think you're doing? You're just exiled prisoners. It's already a miracle that Doctor Wu can even take your pulses. You're dreaming if you think he can cure your illnesses!"

The mistress was furious.

Just as Dr. Wu was about to examine Xie Moyao, these women kept popping up one after another. It would have been fine if they had just popped up, but they insisted that Dr. Wu examine them carefully, write out prescriptions, and teach them how to treat themselves. They were making a lot of trouble!

He doesn't have that much patience! If this drags on any longer, it'll get dark.

The mistress's voice was quite loud, and the little dumpling that Li was holding twitched, clearly startled.

Li hugged the little dumpling tighter, gently patted its back, and coaxed it softly, her eyes falling on the third child with displeasure.

Chen's gaze was indifferent, with a hint of coldness in her eyes, and her voice was a few decibels louder than before:

"Your name is Xiao San, right? So what if we are exiled? The First Prince has spoken on his own words, saying that Doctor Wu will examine us, and he said it in front of so many people."

"Since you're going to help us with our health, you can't just pretend, can you? I've already said it, and I'm having Doctor Wu treat us. Your impatient attitude makes it seem like you're in charge of the Crown Prince."

Mrs. Chen was somewhat angry.

This mistress kept staring at Doctor Wu, and her gaze kept falling on the people in their palace. She was already very annoyed.

Originally, seeing that it was getting dark, I thought I would delay and have Doctor Wu examine my third brother later, hoping that things might turn out differently.

Unfortunately, this woman, nicknamed "Xiao San," couldn't wait even a moment. Not only could she not wait, but she kept urging them on, which made Chen and Li even more annoyed.