Qiongxiao was the one who had been stabbed. Fortunately, she was a cultivator and had suffered no serious harm.
Zi Shou was deeply displeased, though he had little fondness for Qiongxiao himself. Huang Tianxiang had only just been born, his umbilical cord still uncut, when she had used the Dragon Binding Rope to drag Lady Jia out of the room before her belly had even been stitched shut. Immortals might not understand human feelings and worldly conventions, but that was still no way to behave.
Qiongxiao in particular was a problem. Yunxiao, the eldest sister, knew when to advance and retreat, and Bixiao had brains, but Qiongxiao was the most reckless of the Three Xiao Sisters.
Even so, she was earnestly treating illnesses and saving lives, taking responsibility for every patient.
What he found even more unacceptable was that these troublemakers were all going after the doctors. What was supposed to happen to his Foolishness Value?
All the discussion and public attention had shifted to the doctors. Who still cared about the emperor?
If you had a grievance, if you thought there had been medical malpractice, come to the palace!
Sleep right outside the palace gates! Steer public opinion!
If you could not find the emperor, find the ministers going to court. Did you not even know how to block their carriages and plead for justice?
Going after a doctor, a female physician at that-what the hell did that prove?
It was only thanks to Qiongxiao's cultivation that things had turned out this way. Had it been Shang Qingjun, there would probably already have been bloodshed.
Zi Shou rode the imperial carriage to the Medical Academy. Before seeing Qiongxiao, he went to see Qian Bao.
His face was now as dark as Qian Bao's, the only difference being that one