Chapter 12 Identification

However, in front of so many imperial physicians, it was obviously lacking in grace to have a conflict with an uncultured woman.

Physician Yang gritted his teeth, and with a cold and sinister look in his eyes, he swept past the veiled face of Jiuling, grunted heavily, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Seeing this, the other physicians quickly packed up their medicine boxes and followed suit, forgetting to even bid farewell.

"Miss, Physician Yang is the most favored imperial physician in the palace. The emperor trusts him a lot, and his temper is not very good..." Steward Zhong couldn't help but remind Jiuling that the other party had a significant background and should not be easily offended.

She had just arrived at the Wang Mansion and hadn't even treated Prince Jin yet. It was not wise to put her own life in danger.

However, Jiuling seemed to have no such concerns. She simply said, "Steward Zhong, have the kitchen prepare a bowl of nourishing porridge to be sent over."

"Porridge?" Steward Zhong was about to agree, but then he realized, "Miss, this may take some time."

"I know," Jiuling said, "Send the porridge over in an hour."

"Alright." Steward Zhong finally took the order and left.

He didn't have much resistance or displeasure towards Jiuling's unintentional commanding tone in her words. Since it was for the sake of the prince's health, anything was acceptable.

If the prince's illness couldn't be cured in the end, she might also be in danger. In that case, why make things difficult for her?

"Zimo, guard outside," Jiuling said, then turned and approached the bed. She quickly and lightly tapped several acupoints on Yejin's body, and in a short while, his breathing became slightly more rapid.

Bending down, Jiuling whispered in his ear, "Is the prince awake? Can you use your internal energy to expel the pill he just took? Quickly."

"Expel the pill?" Yejin opened his eyes and looked at her with a cold expression. "Is there a problem with the medicine the physician gave me?"

"The prince should know for himself. I don't have time to play games with the prince," Jiuling said quietly, locking eyes with Yejin, almost as if she could see through all his thoughts. "If the prince trusts me, please expel the pill immediately."

Yejin neither said he trusted her nor denied it. He simply said, "I am seriously injured internally, and I lack the strength."

Jiuling frowned at his words, with many questions arising in her mind. However, she also understood that this was not the right time to ask questions.

Without any hesitation, she placed one hand on Yejin's back, disregarding whether this action caused him pain, and slowly infused her true energy into his body. Then, she grabbed the back of his neck with one hand, adjusted his body into a slightly forward-leaning position, and then slapped his back forcefully.

"Ugh—"

The red pill was expelled along with the spurting blood, falling to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness," Jiuling said, adjusting Yejin's posture to lie down, then turned and walked to the side, taking out a handkerchief and wrapping up the bloody pill on the ground.

Yejin watched her actions, a hint of unknown emotion flashing in his eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Can you tell me now what's wrong with this pill?"

Jiuling glanced at him, wrapped the pill in her hand, and put it in her sleeve. "Does Your Highness really not know, or do you know but pretend not to?"

Yejin's eyes narrowed slightly, locking onto her face with an examining gaze, but he remained silent.