The most dissolute couple in the capital

After the New Year, the atmosphere in the capital city became visibly tense.

The princes of the royal family were all embroiled in a fierce power struggle: in the case of Prince An's grain granary corruption, a few small fry were arrested, but digging deeper, key witnesses were either dead or had fled, and the situation was completely deadlocked; in the north, a civil rebellion broke out, and Prince Hui was appointed by the emperor to lead troops to quell the rebellion for the first time in his life; Prince Yan was so busy with the reform of the orphanage that he was constantly on the go, and the dark circles under his eyes never faded.

In the deserted Liang Prince's mansion, Cui Qingyi also encountered the biggest crisis since her rebirth—

Her favorite storyteller has stopped writing!

The author, named "Qingxi Jushi," whose gender is unknown, creates dramatic plots and intelligent characters, making her a source of spiritual nourishment for Cui Qingyi.

In order to expedite the update, Cui Qingyi specially sent someone to the bookstore to ask the owner.

The shopkeeper shrugged, indicating he didn't know the reason. To appease this big customer, he generously packed about ten of the most "trendy" novels in the capital and sent them to the Prince's Mansion.

Back at Chenxiang Courtyard, Cui Qingyi leaned back on the soft couch, full of anticipation. Beside her were sliced ​​fresh fruit, peeled nuts, and brewed hot tea. She rubbed her hands together and opened the first book:

"She managed the household affairs in the general's mansion for more than ten years, taking care of her paralyzed mother-in-law and managing the livelihood of the whole family. She finally looked forward to her husband's triumphant return, but the general was in full armor protecting a delicate orphan girl! He not only took away his first wife's power to manage the household, scolded her for being unreasonable and unreasonable, and had no tolerance, but also listened to the words of a sorcerer when the orphan girl caught a cold and wanted to cut out the first wife's heart blood to use as a medicine!"

The most devastating thing was that her own son, whom she had raised with such painstaking care of him, personally confronted her at her bedside, holding a dagger, his face contorted with grief and indignation: "Mother, Aunt Liu is so pitiful! Please be magnanimous! It's just half a bowl of her heart's blood; it won't kill her. How can you be so selfish and cold-blooded!"

Cui Qingyi took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to have a heart attack, threw away this book, and opened the second one:

"She, a princess of the nation, of noble birth, happily married her childhood sweetheart. She thought it was a match made in heaven, but who knew her husband would bring home a courtesan who pointed at the princess and angrily shouted: 'You weren't the one who saved me back then! You wicked woman who stole someone else's kindness!'"

They usurped the princess's residence, brazenly occupying the main courtyard and even demoting the three-month-pregnant princess to the servants' quarters to wash chamber pots! The princess shivered in the dead of winter snow, desperately begging her husband to summon a doctor for the sake of her unborn child. But the husband kicked her so hard she vomited blood, coldly sneering down at her: "You dare to carry my child? Only Ruyan's belly is worthy to give birth to my eldest son!"

Cui Qingyi was so angry that she kept pinching her philtrum.

Where is the Imperial Clan Court? Where are the guards? Where is Father? Where is Mother?! Please save the child!

With trembling hands, she resisted the urge to overturn the table and opened the last book:

She was the most favored youngest daughter of the Prime Minister's mansion, the most dazzling pearl in the capital, yet she fell in love at first sight with the cold-hearted twenty-year-old regent. For love, she did not hesitate to lower herself and humble herself, shielding him from poisoned arrows and eating swill, and even draining the entire family's resources, paving the way for his imperial path on the blood and flesh of her father and brothers!

But at his coronation ceremony, she received only an imperial edict ordering the execution of her entire family. The tyrant, clad in dragon robes, pulled her frail, helpless half-sister into his arms, looking down at her hand bones with a cold laugh: "A scheming, venomous woman like you isn't even worth a hair on your sister's head! The heads of your father and brothers are my betrothal gift to you!"

She lay sprawled on the soft couch, utterly despondent, her eyes lifeless and vacant, like a salted fish that had lost its soul.

Help……

My Qingxi Hermit, where have you gone? Please come back and save me!

She tossed the storybook aside and asked Danzhu, who was standing nearby, "What is Your Highness doing?"

After observing the dramatic changes in his princess's expression, Danzhu remained expressionless and respectfully said, "The old imperial physician Qi has been here for a while now."

She paused for a moment and then said, "From what I've heard, it seems that Elder Qi wants to take the Prince to the countryside, but His Highness seems somewhat unwilling."

Cui Qingyi sat up abruptly: "Oh? Is that so? Lead the way, let's go see."

As soon as I stepped onto the corridor, I heard Li Chengjing's complaints coming from inside.

"Old Master Qi, Imperial Physician Qi! Do you have some misunderstanding about me? I, the most favored prince of the Great Ning Dynasty, you want me to go to a village on the outskirts of the capital... to be your medicine boy? And to fetch water and medicine? Do you believe I'll go to the palace tomorrow and accuse you of abusing royalty?"

Cui Qingyi stopped in her tracks and smiled slightly.

After studying medical books for a few days, he thought he could practice medicine and save lives, but as soon as he heard that he had to go to the countryside to work, his true colors were revealed.

She lifted the curtain and went inside, where she saw the old imperial physician Qi sitting in the grand chair, blowing his beard and glaring, while Li Chengjing was slumped on the soft couch like a boneless silkworm.

"Your Highness, this humble subject greets Your Highness." Upon seeing her enter, Old Qi quickly rose and bowed, then, with a troubled expression, began to complain, "Your Highness, your arrival is timely. His Highness does indeed possess some extraordinary talent in pharmacology, but the path of medicine, if one only studies in the study behind closed doors, will ultimately remain mere theoretical discussion. This humble subject was thinking of taking His Highness to the outskirts of the capital for a free medical consultation, to experience the hardships of ordinary people, and to see real patients, but His Highness…"

"I'm not going!" Li Chengjing sat up abruptly, shouting defiantly, "That rural place doesn't even have a single flagstone path, it's all mud! Besides, what if I catch the illness? If my stunningly beautiful face looks haggard, the princess won't find it pleasing to the eye!"

Cui Qingyi said softly and gently, "I see. Elder Qi, since the Prince is unwilling to go, please don't force him."

Upon hearing this, Li Chengjing became smug: "Did you hear that? Our princess dotes on me so much!"

"Indeed," Cui Qingyi replied unhurriedly. "Originally, I was thinking that the Prince is exceptionally talented. If he could go to the countryside to gain experience, people would say he's a world-class physician who cares for the people and has the world in his heart. Even the Emperor would probably praise the Prince for growing up and being able to shoulder great responsibilities. It's a pity that the Prince is still too delicate and can't endure such hardship. Oh well, let him just be a wealthy idler who only knows how to talk about military strategy on paper. Anyway, His Majesty will take care of him."

These words hit Lee Seung-kyung squarely on the tail.

He jumped to his feet: "Who, who said I can't endure hardship! I just, I just want to test Elder Qi's sincerity! I want to make a name for myself in the history of medicine! It's just going to the village to be a medicine boy, right? I'll go! I'll go tomorrow! Elder Qi, bring less luggage tomorrow, I'll carry your medicine chest for you!"

The old imperial physician, Qi, stared dumbfounded at his ancestor who had just been so stubbornly refusing to comply, then glanced at Princess Liang, who was calmly sipping tea beside him, and silently gave her a thumbs up in his heart.

One thing can subdue another.