Tang Zhuyun asked uncertainly, "What do you mean by 'Shang Ke '? Give me a definite answer so I'm not in the know."
Saving an enemy is impossible; saving a passerby is simply fulfilling one's duty; saving a friend requires risking one's life—and the friend must be understanding of the risks that come with it.
The Prince of Jin said, "He argued with me tonight..."
Tang Zhuyun actually sensed a hint of grievance in his voice.
Eighth Master: "I'll argue with you, I'll argue with you!"
The Prince of Jin glanced at it, and it immediately wilted, lowered its head and pretended to be asleep, its little head bobbing up and down like it was pecking at rice, it really acted like a pro.
Don't say that humans bully the weak and fear the strong; animals do too.
The Prince of Jin was so feared by everyone, dogs dreaded him, and birds dreaded him.
Tang Zhuyun was a rare find.
"Why did he talk back to you?" Tang Zhuyun asked unhappily as she walked out.
She can only confront her man herself.
Yes, Xiu'er is one of us.
The Prince of Jin said, "It's because of Xiao Wu."
Tang Zhuyun: "..."
She knew that the massacre of the harem would only further damage Prince of Jin's reputation.
This was also another selfish purpose of her wanting to open a medical school—to unite husband and wife, she wanted the world to rediscover the Prince of Jin.
This man may seem cold and hard, but he is actually kind-hearted.
Having already grasped the vastness of the universe, I still cherish the green of the grass and trees.
Over the years, those people associated with the Crown Prince have smeared him with far too much slander.
Because, to them, the Prince of Jin "appeared out of nowhere," inspired fear.
Prince of Jin gritted his teeth and took all the blame, because he was thinking about the Xiao Family's grudge and didn't bother to defend himself; moreover, the stigma would also be a form of protection for him, who had no one to rely on.
But if given a choice, who would willingly bear the condemnation of thousands?
Tang Zhuyun understood.
No one felt that Prince of Jin was wronged, but she couldn't bear to part with him.
"Then I'll have Yan Ling apologize to you first," Tang Zhuyun said. "Otherwise, I won't help them."
"No need, just follow your own heart."
"No way," Tang Zhuyun said. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. You have to hold your head high when you ask someone for a favor."
The patriarch did provide some teachings, but he didn't say that doctors should kneel to serve others.
In her past life, she never held back when dealing with medical disputes.
There are plenty of people who need her; couldn't she save that energy to help others?
You're insulting my husband while asking me to treat your child's illness. Does that mean all the good things in the world are yours?
The Prince of Jin held her hand in one hand and held up a lantern in the other to remind her to watch her step.
Seeing Tang Zhuyun's sullen expression, he laughed and said, "What kind of good-tempered person do you take me for? Yan Ling this man to be a rare tiger general, fearless in battle and never forgetting his roots when he gains power."
Lord Yan had no connections whatsoever, yet he rose rapidly through the ranks thanks to his fearless and relentless drive.
"Is he useful?"
"Whether he's useful or not is hard to say," said the Prince of Jin, "But this person is admirable and worth befriending."
Back then, Yan Ling led the navy to defeat the Japanese pirates, and even today, along the southeastern coast, the Japanese pirates still tremble with fear at the mere mention of his name.
"Putting aside his personal morality, he's a good person."
Tang Zhuyun: "Is he morally corrupt?"
"Lustful."
Tang Zhuyun thought about it and realized that her previous attempt to take a concubine and her subsequent act of bringing soldiers home to force Madam Yan was indeed not a good thing.
As for why it didn't work out in the end, that was due to Madam Yan's abilities.
However, given the opportunity and with the desire to steal, they would dare to lay their hands on theft.
When the two arrived at the outer courtyard, they saw Madam Yan holding a little girl of about three or four years old. The girl was wrapped tightly in a cotton quilt, with only her face showing, which had an abnormal flush.
Upon seeing Tang Zhuyun, Madam Yan knelt down with a thud and pleaded in Eastern Lu accent, "Your Highness, please save my Niuniu! I beg you!"
She wanted to kowtow, but with her daughter in her arms, she could only kneel on the ground, bowing and nodding repeatedly.
The child in her arms trembled with her movements.
Even so, the child did not wake up.
Niuniu had a red ribbon tied around her head and her hair styled in Nezha; she should have been a well-behaved and Lovely child.
Tang Zhuyun said, "Get up first, bring the child in, and tell me about the symptoms. I'll take a look at her."
"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Madam Yan wasn't tall, but because she had done farm work for many years, she was quite strong and sturdy. She carried the thick quilt and the child with ease.
Her exposed hands were also rough, clearly showing signs of hardship.
"Madam, Madam, wait for me!" Lord Yan, his boots and Zidu covered in mud, and snowflakes were stuck to his clothes and head; he looked extremely disheveled.
Madam Yan Yan's expression changed. "Yan Ling, get out of here! I've already had a letter of divorce written. Get out! Go back and find whoever you want!"
Tears welled in her eyes, her glare wide with anger. "You're afraid of being implicated, but I'm not. I want my Niuniu! She's my only daughter! Get out! My Niuniu doesn't have a heartless father like you! Get out!"
After she finished yelling, she turned and walked inside.
My daughter's illness can't be delayed any longer.
Yan Ling stepped forward to pull her away, but caught off guard, she struck him in the stomach with her elbow, causing him to stumble back two steps in pain.
The Prince of Jin watched coldly from the sidelines—you worthless wretch, someone will always be able to deal with you!
Tang Zhuyun wanted to curse.
At a time like this, Yan Ling orders.
She utterly, especially, despised people who favored sons over daughters; this Yan Ling clearly showed she didn't want to save her daughter.
Yan Ling to go forward and pull him away.
Madam Yan placed her daughter on the stone table beside her, jumped up, and slapped Yan Ling across the face.
She had immense strength; even a sturdy man like Yan Ling was nearly knocked over by her blows.
"Yan Ling, if anything happens to my Niuniu, I will go with her today, so she won't be all alone and uncared for on her journey to the afterlife."
"You've been an official for a few days, putting on airs, but you don't even care about your own flesh and blood. Are you even human?"
Madam Yan cried and cursed, blowing her nose and wiping away her tears.
Yan Ling, "Madam, it's not that I don't love Niuniu, it's that I don't trust Prince of Jin. He can even disobey his own birth mother, so why won't you listen to me!"
Madam Yan: "Get out, you bastard, you idiot, get out!"
The Prince of Jin turned his head away.
Yan Ling and left looking utterly humiliated.
Madam Yan then picked up her daughter and looked to Tang Zhuyun for help.
Tang Zhuyun: "You can keep making a fuss for a while longer, it'll save me some trouble."
She had never seen such outrageous parents!
After much fuss, Madam Yan carried Niuniu into the room and placed her on the bed, looking pleadingly at Tang Zhuyun.
Yan Ling having a large handprint on his face, Yan Ling shamelessly approached.
Looking at his unconscious daughter, the tall man turned away to wipe his tears.
It wasn't that he didn't love his daughter, but rather that he thought, "The Prince of Jin is so wicked, how could he possibly allow the Consort of the Prince of Jin to save someone?"
Even if we rescue them, won't the whole family end up being implicated?
Besides his daughter, he also has three sons!
As the head of the family, no matter how much he loves his daughter, he cannot sacrifice the entire family for her sake.
Following the Prince of Jin means certain death!
Tang Zhuyun stepped forward to take Niuniu's pulse, her expression growing increasingly grim.
"How long has she been like this?" she asked Madam Yan.
Madam Yan said, "It's been six or seven days since I discovered it, and it's getting worse every day..."