Chapter 310: Chapter 307: Obedient

In the midst of indecision–

The old doctor urged, “Hey, what are you standing around for? Go and prepare the medicine!”

Qi Wuya, of course, wouldn’t personally prepare the medicine.

He glanced at Xing Ce beside him.

Xing Ce immediately took the medicine pack and strode out.

As he passed by the Han siblings, he didn’t forget to bow his head and pay his respects, “Prime Minister Han, Commander Han–”

After the Beiqi Prime Minister Xue Wen Zhan was executed, Han Mo was promoted to Prime Minister.

Han Chen took over the position of Commander Zhang Tai of the Imperial Army and became the new Commander of the Imperial Army.

As Qi Wuya’s confidants, the two brothers, one in the civil and the other in the military, supported the political situation in Beiqi.

Now the political situation in Beiqi was stable, and the people were wholeheartedly aligned.

The only element of danger was Sang Yan.

Han Mo wanted to remove her.

He followed Xing Ce to the inn’s kitchen, and while he was preparing the medicine, he took the medicine pack, opened it, examined the herbs, and removed two that were for preserving the fetus.

Xing Ce frowned as he saw, “Prime Minister Han, is this, is this the master’s wish?”

He clearly heard the master promise Miss Sang that the child would be spared, right?

Was he deceiving Miss Sang?

Han Mo didn’t speak.

He acted on his own initiative and was forced into a corner.

The child couldn’t be spared.

Nor could Sang Yan.

Otherwise, Beiqi would be ruined by her hands.

Xing Ce didn’t know his thoughts; seeing his silence, he took it as consent.

Indeed, those in high positions were heartless.

But whether they had feelings or not had little to do with him.

As a dead soldier, it was better just to focus on his own duties.

Thus, he pretended not to see and continued preparing the medicine.

The process of preparing medicine was very lengthy.

While Sang Yan waited, her stomach growled with hunger.

Qi Wuya heard it and sent Han Chen to arrange for some food.

Sang Yan knew that drinking herbal medicine before a meal was effective, so she said, “There’s no rush. I want to drink the medicine first, then eat.”

No sooner had she spoken when her stomach uncooperatively growled twice.

Qi Wuya raised his eyebrows and smiled, “The medicine needs two hours to prepare. Are you sure you want to wait?”

He felt that eating first wouldn’t affect taking the medicine.

Yet Sang Yan nodded earnestly, “Let’s wait.”

Qi Wuya: “…”

He knew she was doing it for the child’s sake, willing to endure hunger, and immediately his smile stiffened.

It felt sour.

And jealous.

So it would be better to terminate the pregnancy.

Otherwise, he would have to endure such mental torment at every moment.

“Sang Yan, if I’m not mistaken, you just said you would listen to me.”

He felt uncomfortable inside and didn’t want her to feel comfortable either.

He was determined to have her eat first.

Even though, in truth, he also wanted that little bastard starved!

Sang Yan, seeing his coercion, furrowed her brows, opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again.

Forget it.

It was a trivial matter, not worth arguing over with him.

So, Han Chen took the order and departed.

Seeing this, Sang Yan made a request, “Something light. Just some rice porridge will be good. Thank you.”

She felt as though she had slept for several days, and also hadn’t eaten for several days, worried that if she ate something greasy, her body would not be able to take it.

Especially since the fetus was not yet stable.

She could not withstand the effects of diarrhea.

Han Chen unaware of the inner detail, just looked at Qi Wuya, seeking his opinion.

Qi Wuya was looking at Sang Yan’s abdomen, where many needles were densely packed.

He had never seen this method of preserving a fetus.

It seemed that this old doctor had some skills.

The somewhat skilled old doctor was packing up his medical box.

He placed several packets of fetus-preserving medicine on the table and took out a small white porcelain bottle with a slender neck, then pulled out the red wooden stopper and poured several black pills into his palm.

A faint fragrance emanated from the black pills.

He carefully counted three, paused for a moment, then poured out one more, a pained expression crossing his face.

Like a miser reluctantly parting with his treasure.

He put the four black pills into an empty white porcelain bottle and handed it to Sang Yan with reluctance, sighing, “Miss, it’s only because we are fated that I am willing to part with these. I wouldn’t normally give these to just anyone. These are excellent for nourishing the body.”

“Thank you, old sir. I, I–”

She knew that verbal thanks were insufficient, but upon checking, she truly had no money on her.

Oh, wait, there was the pair of golden phoenix bracelets on her wrist.

These were the jewels she wore on her wedding day.

She immediately took them off and handed them over, “Thank you for saving my life, old sir. Please accept these. My name is Sang Yan, I am from Da He–”

Before she could finish, a large hand covered her mouth.

Qi Wuya did not want anyone to know Sang Yan’s real identity; otherwise, it would cause him great difficulty in marrying her.

After all, “those who are not of our kin are sure to have a different heart.”

The people of Beiqi would not want a woman from Da He as their queen.

Especially since she was the Empress Da He, carrying the Emperor Da He’s child.

“Sang Yan, you talk too much. Be quiet.”

He stared at her, his gaze carrying a warning.

Sang Yan understood his hint, nodded slightly, and adopted a meek and obedient manner.

Qi Wuya, satisfied with what he saw, curled his lips and slowly withdrew his hand.

He said to the old doctor, “Your method of acupuncture is quite interesting.”

He was not merely changing the subject, but was genuinely interested in this acupuncture technique.

For some reason, as he watched the acupuncture, he thought of a person–He Hongzhao.

Her medical skills were mysterious, and she was a master manipulator of needles.

As he mused–

“This is the He Family acupuncture technique.”

The old doctor’s words were startling.

Qi Wuya was indeed shocked: He Hongzhao was certainly in Beiqi, but ever since her arrival, her frail body had never left Taian Palace. How could her acupuncture technique be in the hands of the common folk? To his knowledge, she had not taken on any disciples.

“Is that so? Does the old sir have the surname He?”

He scrutinized the old doctor with keen interest.

The old doctor shook his head, “No. My surname is Wu.”

Qi Wuya nodded and smiled, “So, you are Doctor Wu. Then, where did Doctor Wu learn the He Family acupuncture technique?”

Wu Youzhi did not keep secrets, and honestly said, “Some time ago, He Country’s Jizhou was widely recruiting medical officers and even established a medical mutual aid organization. I went there and learned this He Family acupuncture technique.”

It was because he had learned the He Family acupuncture technique, the medical skill of the Dahe people, that he felt a connection with Sang Yan and even offered her four Health Pills.

These Health Pills were the culmination of a month’s work by all members of the medical mutual aid group.

Many of the herbs were rare.

Each pill was worth its weight in gold.

A fortuitous encounter, not something one could seek.

Hearing this, Sang Yan had an idea of who he had learned from.

The He Family Medical Book eventually ended up in the hands of Imperial Physician Liu.

Imperial Physician Liu originally treated strange illnesses in Quanzhou. Later, when they left, He Ying had him stay to oversee Quanzhou and develop medicine.

Now it seemed, in addition to developing medicine, he had come to Jizhou.

Jizhou was at the border.

Rong Ye’s army was stationed there.

He also remembered He Ying sending him a message, asking him to recruit medical officers widely in Jizhou and develop medicine.

Clearly, the two had met.

“It truly is fate.”

Sang Yan figured out the connection and felt somewhat better–through twists and turns, cause and effect, she might have the possibility of meeting Imperial Physician Liu again.

So, how could she create a chance for a reunion?

She looked at Doctor Wu with desperate yet hopeful eyes–did he seem familiar with Jizhou? Could he pass on a message for her?

“Stop dreaming.”

Qi Wuya seemed to guess what she was thinking and scoffed bluntly, “If you don’t want to kill your lifesaver, stay far away from him.”