A four-year-old medical prodigy descended to the mortal realm, and the entire capital sought her tre

For some reason, Liu's expression suddenly changed.

Perhaps Zhao Jinzhong's unruly demeanor overshadowed her arrogance, or perhaps she was about to cry for help.

"Young General, my Yu'er has been unconscious for two days and has not yet regained consciousness."

The physician said he probably wouldn't make it through the next two days.

As Liu spoke, she began to wipe away her tears.

Zhao Jinzhong's expression softened slightly, and he said, "I am deeply sorry that Young Master Ling is unwell."

I told you last time at Prince An's residence that my sister couldn't handle him.

"Instead of wasting her time at my General's residence, the Duchess would be better off going to see the Imperial Physician."

Lady Liu pounded her chest and stamped her feet: "Imperial Physician Qin from the Imperial Hospital came yesterday, but he was also helpless!"

Ji Ping didn't know what kind of person Liu was before.

Now that she has seen it, Ji Ping can understand a little why her son Ling Yu has come to this point.

Liu had known for a long time that Zhou Ruo had saved Ling Yu, but she had never seen her show her face.

Isn't the life-saving grace enough for her to come and express her gratitude once?

Instead of feeling grateful, when Ling Yu had another episode, she stormed into the general's mansion and questioned a child.

How is this any different from repaying kindness with enmity?

Ji Ping felt increasingly unhappy, but she didn't want to strain the relationship between the two families.

After all, harmony brings wealth, and she didn't want to make enemies for Zhao Yucheng in the court.

"Madam Duchess, is there some misunderstanding here?" Ji Ping stepped forward to ease the angry atmosphere surrounding Zhao Jinzhong.

"My daughter is still young. She has learned some basic acupuncture skills from her master."

But you're saying that if even Physician Qin of the Imperial Hospital couldn't cure this illness, how could she possibly cure it?

Ji Ping emphasized the word "can".

She hoped that Lady Liu could understand that her General's Mansion did not want to stand out in the Imperial Hospital.

"This..." Madam Liu understood, and she immediately flattered:

"Good sister, don't worry, our Duke's Mansion has always been very tight-lipped."

"If Miss Zhou Ruo can cure Yu'er, we will keep it a secret, and the Imperial Hospital will never know that she cured him."

Zhao Jinzhong couldn't help but sneer and glance at Liu Shi.

"Hey! You..." Liu was angered by Zhao Jinzhong's attitude.

Ji Ping stopped her in time, saying, "Madam, Zhong'er is young and impetuous, please be lenient with him."

"Our Ruo'er truly cannot cure Young Master Ling. Please, you may leave."

When Liu's pleas were ignored, she immediately turned hostile: "You! Fine! So you're just going to stand by and watch me die, huh?"

Alright, I'll go back and tell the Duke right away. He'll ask Consort Ling to come up with a solution.

"When the time comes, you can have Zhou Ruo receive the imperial decree to treat Ling Yu!"

After saying that, Madam Liu turned around and stormed off from the General's Mansion.

Zhao Jinzhong spat in the direction Liu Shi had left, "Pah! What a tight-lipped person!"

Ji Ping was still shaken and somewhat worried.

"Zhong'er, do you think Ruo'er will be in trouble if the Duke of Ling really goes to complain to Consort Ling and even to the Emperor?"

Zhao Jinzhong sighed softly and comforted Ji Ping: "Mother, don't worry, we'll deal with whatever comes our way."

"Ruoruo has always been lucky; she's protected by the gods!"

Ji Ping looked at Zhao Jinzhong, grasped his increasingly large hands, and said with emotion:

"My son Zhong'er has really grown up..."

Tonight, Zhao Jinzhong appeared just in time after Liu broke into Lanxiang Courtyard, bravely and calmly dealing with Liu's difficult behavior.

He no longer looks like a twelve-year-old child.

His thoughts and actions bore the hallmarks of a great general.

When did her Zhong'er become so wise and composed, turning into a man that people could rely on?

He lay in the Wude Courtyard for two years, remaining silent for two years, which was also the two years that Ji Ping missed as he grew up.

Fortunately, Zhou Ruo came. Fortunately, Zhou Ruo was here.

Ji Ping felt both heartbroken and relieved. She hugged Zhao Jinzhong tightly, grateful that God had not taken away her good son.

As soon as Lady Liu returned to the Duke's mansion, she immediately went to complain to Duke Ling.

Although the Duke of Ling often beat and scolded Ling Yu, he looked down on this son very much.

But after all, he was his son, and how could he ignore him at this critical moment of life and death?

"What an ignorant bunch!" After hearing Liu's embellished account, the Duke of Ling developed a bad impression of the General's Mansion.

"It is a blessing for the people of my Lingguo Duke's Mansion to be able to treat their illnesses!"

If they perform well, they might even be able to gain access to the imperial family someday!

Duke Ling felt that the people in the General's Mansion didn't know what was good for them.

But despite her anger, her son still needed treatment.

While comforting Duke Ling, Lady Liu advised him, "My lord, why don't you go see Consort Ling before the morning court tomorrow?"

"If we can't invite Zhou Ruo, surely the Emperor can?"

Duke Ling flicked his sleeve, his anger unabated. "What tomorrow? I'm going to the palace right now!"

Lady Liu was surprised: "The palace gates are closed now, and you can't get in."

Looking at the night outside the door, Duke Ling smiled wickedly: "I have my own way."

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

Before leaving, he vaguely sensed something was amiss, so he turned back and asked Liu:

"Are you sure that girl from Zhao Yucheng's family can really cure Ling Yu?"

Madam Liu said with absolute certainty, "Yu'er told me three times, and the two servants, Ling Tian and Ling Di, also witnessed it with their own eyes!"

"Hmm!" Duke Ling nodded, then left the Duke's mansion without looking back.

Duke Ling learned that it was Consort Ling's turn to serve him tonight.

He sent a message to the palace through a messenger.

Early the next morning, a eunuch was already waiting outside the Chang Le Gong gate of Consort Ling's residence.

When the Emperor left his bedchamber and Consort Ling was helping him change his clothes, a palace maid went in to report.

Consort Ling was slightly displeased, but after hearing the palace maid's words, she exclaimed in surprise, "What? Ling Yu is seriously ill?"

But that wasn't the Emperor's main point. "What did you say? General Zhao's daughter can cure the Duke's son?"

Palace maid: "Your Majesty, that's exactly what the Duke said. The Duke of Ling was very anxious and sent Eunuch Li with a message overnight."

The Emperor pondered for a long while before asking, "When did Zhao Yucheng have a daughter? How come I didn't know?"

Palace maid: "She is General Zhao's adopted daughter."

The Emperor: "How old?"

Palace maid: "Not even five years old."

The emperor had only put on half of his clothes when he abruptly turned to look at the palace maid, exclaiming, "Absurd!"

The Emperor's violent reaction startled Consort Ling, causing her hand to tremble violently. Her fingernail got caught in the buttonhole of the Emperor's dragon robe and broke.

"Ouch!" Consort Ling cried out in pain.

The Emperor immediately snapped out of his daze and looked at her: "My beloved concubine, what's wrong?"

He took her hand, examined it carefully, and after confirming that she was unharmed, said affectionately, "Why weren't you careful...?"

Then, the Emperor softened his tone and continued to say to the palace maid, "Young Master Ling is seriously ill and confused. How come the Duke is also confused?"

A four-year-old child, able to cure illnesses? And illnesses that even the imperial physicians couldn't cure? It's utterly absurd!

Consort Ling pleaded with the Emperor on behalf of Ling Yu, "Your Majesty, Ling Yu is still my nephew. You must think of a way to help him!"

The Emperor gently patted Consort Ling's hand, which was resting on the back of his hand, and said softly:

"Don't worry, my dear consort, he has a disease of promiscuity. I'll have the Imperial Advisor get him some pills later; a few pills will cure him!"

Consort Ling blinked her starry eyes at the Emperor and said coquettishly, "Really?"

The Emperor reached out and gently stroked her nose, then whispered in her ear, "What's wrong? Did I fail to satisfy my beloved concubine last night?"

"Oh dear~" Consort Ling said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, you're so naughty!"