"Yes!"
Qian Miao cupped his fist and immediately nodded.
"Also, take a few men and personally keep watch at the Court of Judicial Review. The Seventh Prince has a rather unusual destiny. If necessary, help cut off his outside support and give him a couple of extra stabs."
Qing Qianxue closed his eyes and spoke slowly.
Qian Miao immediately turned to make the arrangements.
Once the study fell quiet, Qing Qianxue's body gave an involuntary shudder, and an inexplicable chill surged up from within him again.
The intervals between bouts of his cold poison seemed to be growing shorter and shorter.
He rose. "Qian Yan, go prepare a medicinal bath."
That day.
Having caught a slight chill, Jiang Yourning felt limp all over and had little strength.
Even her lunch had been replaced with light vegetarian dishes.
At a glance, there wasn't a drop of oil in sight.
She listlessly took a couple of bites, then set down her bowl.
A little while later.
Jiang Wanrong came in carrying a bowl of medicine.
"Ningning, time for your medicine."
"Thank you, Sis."
Jiang Yourning obediently accepted the bowl, closed her eyes, and pinched her nose with one hand. Like a warrior, she gulped down every drop in one go.
Bitterness spread through her mouth and throat. Just as Jiang Yourning was about to complain about how bitter it was, water for rinsing her mouth was brought to her lips.
She took several gulps and spat out the bitter water, and someone slipped a candied fruit between her lips.
"Our Ningning is such a good girl. Obedient little sisters get candied fruit."
Satisfied, Jiang Wanrong took away the medicine bowl, gently stroked Jiang Yourning's head, and placed an entire bag of candied fruit before her.
"These are all your rewards. If