Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved

"What? What exactly happened to my Honghong? Princess Consort Ling, please, treat Honghong quickly."

Madam Zhou pleaded with Murong Jiu, not angered by her harsh words, but amazed by her capabilities, which even Old Doctor Chen found surprising.

Moreover, numerous Imperial Physicians hadn't detected the fishbone stuck in Honghong's throat, only she had discovered it.

Madam Zhou realized she had been too rude earlier. Princess Consort Ling truly came to save Honghong.

She felt remorseful and feared that Princess Consort Ling would hold a grudge and refuse to save Honghong again.

The eldest son of the General's Mansion spoke gently, "Aunt, since Princess Consort Ling has come, she will surely treat little brother Hong. A physician's heart is kind. Otherwise, Princess Consort Ling would not have come here."

Murong Jiu looked at him. The fact was indeed so. Even if she weren't here to help Jun Yuyan, she would have come. If she hadn't saved him, a living life would have faded away.

"Thank you, elder son. I will save Young Master Zhou, but on the condition that no one obstructs me again."

Lord Zhou immediately said, "Of course, of course, Princess Consort Ling, please feel free to treat Honghong!"

A cold glint flashed in Jun Haoze's eyes, knowing that there was no turning back now.

But if he left at this critical moment, he would only invite criticism and suspicion of his intentions.

So, he watched helplessly as Murong Jiu administered acupuncture, concocted medicine, and spent an entire afternoon. Finally, the weak Young Master Zhou was revived, his complexion finally no longer deathly pale.

Lord Zhou and his wife were overjoyed.

Old Doctor Chen couldn't help but ask, "Princess Consort Ling, forgive my poor sight and inadequate medical skills. I don't understand the purpose of the medicine pills you brewed. I recognize each of the herbs, but combined, they are potent. I just don't understand it."

Old Doctor Chen humbly sought advice. Murong Jiu looked at his elderly face and explained:

"Haven't you realized yet? The reason Young Master Zhou was vomiting blood was because his stomach was bleeding. His stomach was damaged by the fishbone, and together with his vomiting and diarrhea, his body was severely dehydrated, causing organ dysfunction and continuous bleeding. If I hadn't used the silver needles to stop the bleeding, he would have fallen unconscious and never woken up."

This revelation left Lord Zhou and his wife utterly frightened.

Old Doctor Chen suddenly understood and blamed himself, "I see now. It was my harsh medicine that made the Young Master's condition worse, which led to his uncontrolled vomiting of blood. I never imagined that there was a fishbone stuck in his stomach. Your pills, with their fierce medicinal properties, were meant to dissolve the fishbone in his stomach, right?"

True to his title as an Old Imperial Doctor, Murong Jiu pointed it out, and he understood.

"Yes, the pills were coated with a protective 'Thin Coat' that dissolves in the stomach, then the medicinal properties take effect, dissolving the fishbone. The medicine he drank afterwards was to repair his gastrointestinal tract and rehydrate his body. However, for a complete recovery, he still needs quite some time. Today, at least, he is out of life-threatening danger."

"Thank goodness, thank goodness for the Princess Consort being here, and thankfully I spilled half that bowl of medicine, or else, Young Master Zhou would have vomited even more blood."

Old Doctor Chen beat his chest, regretting that at his age, he almost killed the son of the Minister of the War.

"If I had treated him a bit later, even if I could cure Young Master Zhou, he might have been left mute."

Murong Jiu said this, looking at Lord Zhou and his wife.

In her previous life, this had been the outcome.

Lord Zhou's face was filled with shame, "Princess Consort, it is my fault. I am like a frog in a well; I almost harmed my own child."

Madam Zhou knelt before her, endlessly grateful.

Having heard the conversation between Old Doctor Chen and Princess Consort Ling, she now understood how dangerous Honghong's condition had been, thinking of how her own foolishness had caused Honghong to suffer, she wished she could slap herself.

If it weren't for that half-bowl of medicine he did drink, perhaps Honghong wouldn't have vomited as much blood.

"Madam Zhou, please rise,"

Murong Jiu said indifferently.

"Prince, let's return to the mansion," she said.

She could hardly hold herself up anymore. She had not eaten at noon, her appetite was poor in the morning, and she had only had some thin porridge, plus standing for such a long time and expending a lot of mental energy, she was already feeling dizzy and blurred.

"Alright."

Jun Yuyan noticed her pale complexion and knew that she was pregnant; she had overexerted herself that afternoon.

He looked at Lord Zhou, "Does Lord Zhou's household have a soft palanquin?"

Murong Jiu looked up at him in surprise, "There's no need to trouble yourself..."

"Yes, yes! It is no trouble at all!"

Lord Zhou immediately ordered his servants to bring in the soft palanquin and invited Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu to dine at his estate.

"No need, Lord Zhou, just make sure to take good care of your esteemed son as the Princess Consort instructed. It's best if you watch over him personally, never leaving him alone."

Jun Yuyan's words were suggestive as he glanced at Jun Haoze.

Given Jun Haoze's calculating and ruthless nature, he might tamper with Young Master Zhou's medicine, hoping to make Lord Zhou think that Murong Jiu's medical skills were faulty, thereby turning Lord Zhou against himself.

Jun Haoze's expression slightly darkened; he indeed had that intention and didn't expect his Eldest Imperial Brother to see through it.

With a forced smile, he said, "I didn't expect Ah Jiu to have such divine medical skills. It's truly beyond joy. I'm really happy for Lord Zhou that Young Master Zhou could be treated."

Lord Zhou quickly responded, "This official thanks His Highness the Second Prince deeply for his concern!"

"Since there's nothing else, I will take my leave now."

As Jun Haoze passed by Murong Jiu, he stopped and looked at her belly, saying warmly, "Ah Jiu, you look unwell. Remember to rest well when you return to the Prince Mansion."

Jun Yuyan coldly said, "My Princess Consort does not need the Second Brother's concern."

Murong Jiu's lips curled into a sneer, "Yes, Your Highness the Second Prince, I have the Prince to care for me. And again, remember to call me Imperial Sister-in-Law, don't forget the imperial etiquette and become a laughingstock."

Having said that, she quickly walked outside.

Looking at Jun Haoze even once more would make her feel nauseous.

The unsettling feeling in Jun Haoze's heart grew stronger; he was uncertain whether Murong Jiu was merely playing hard to get or had truly lost interest in him.

Manman had not yet informed her about the child; he must let her know soon that the child in her womb was his to fully win her over.

At this moment, the soft palanquin arrived, and Murong Jiu got on rather unsteadily; Jun Yuyan extended his hand to steady her as she sat.

She whispered, "Thank you, Prince."

Jun Yuyan nodded slightly, "Let's go."

He carried Murong Jiu's medicine box, walking beside her, inadvertently caressing her fingers that he had touched just now.

He disliked physical contact with women and would feel repulsed, a fact he did not lie about to Murong Jiu, but the accidental physical contacts with her had not triggered such repulsion— it was abnormal.

At that moment, sensing something, he looked back.

Fu Heng, the eldest son of the General's Mansion, was standing under the eaves, frowning slightly, and looking at Murong Jiu's retreating figure with a complex gaze.

That gaze, whether it was inquisitive or something else, was uncertain.