allonlinenovel Chapter 1018 Preparations
Chapter 1018 Preparations
It wasn't until Fang Nanzhi was sent back to the Wuwei Camp that she felt something was amiss.
But once she got busy, she completely forgot about that feeling of unease.
The Crown Prince returned to the palace, spoke with the Emperor about the situation at the Music Bureau with a serious expression, and then left.
After he walked away, the emperor was still puzzled: "Who was so blind as to offend the crown prince?"
Why do you look a little unhappy?
Although the crown prince did not show his emotions and remained calm, no one knows a son better than his father.
"Perhaps Your Highness is grieving for Young Master Le?" the eunuch asked cautiously.
The emperor chuckled coldly several times.
How could the Crown Prince be so kind? He didn't even worry about his father, the Emperor, when he was ill.
The eunuch immediately fell silent.
The Crown Prince calmly returned to the Eastern Palace, sat alone in his study for a long time, and then sighed.
Physician Xing is right. The hardest thing in the world to endure is unrequited love.
He had already secretly fallen for her—cough cough, no, he was deeply in love. Zhizhi was completely unaware of this, treating him as a friend and wanting to maintain a friendly distance from him.
Pianzhizhi has quite a few friends, and he is just one of them.
Physician Xing said that if you are feeling depressed, you should find a way to vent your emotions, and you should not take it out on the person you like.
Otherwise, there would be even less hope.
The Crown Prince couldn't bear to blame Zhizhi, so he went to look through the memorials and found one impeaching the Prince of Ning's heir.
They sent someone to summon the Prince of Ning's heir to the palace.
He was left to stand in the cold for half an hour, then scolded for fifteen minutes, and forced to kneel for half an hour.
Only when the Crown Prince was in a better mood did he allow the person to leave the palace.
The Prince of Ning looked like a wilted eggplant, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
When exactly did his situation take a sharp turn for the worse? He was originally famous and favored by his uncle, the emperor, and his prestige in the capital was no less than that of the princes.
Even the sickly crown prince couldn't boss him around.
But now, he has become someone people avoid like the plague.
Which of the Crown Prince and the other princes still takes him seriously?
Qingyao felt a surge of resentment rising in his heart. At this moment, he only hoped that his father's plan would be completed sooner.
They are all princes and grandsons of the emperor. Why can't he and his father sit on this throne?
When he returned to the palace, he heard that the Crown Princess had also just returned and had gone shopping, buying a lot of fabric and jewelry.
Qingyao was filled with impatience.
This woman is becoming increasingly indulgent, and she has time to do nothing of substance for him.
He calmed himself down before going to the backyard.
Several maids surrounded Su Qingya, one holding her slender fingers and another carefully applying color.
"Your Highness, your hands are so fair; this pink color makes them look even more beautiful."
"Elizabeth's new nail polish is really good, so clear and transparent..."
Elizabeth is a newly opened store in Beijing this year, mainly selling skin care products commonly used by women, such as face masks and essential oils, all of which are new products.
Everything is great to use, and the business has been booming in less than two months since the store opened.
The store name isn't very good; it sounds strange and is hard to pronounce. I wonder who came up with it?
Who else could it be but Su Qingya?
She opened this shop secretly with the Third Prince, and they made a lot of money, which also allowed the Third Prince to see her abilities.
By the way, the Earl's Mansion also participated.
It's not that Su Qingya is generous or cares about them that matters; rather, it's that binding people to a shared interest makes the relationship stronger.
Speaking of which, ever since Su Xiran was transferred to another post with the Chen family, she became the only daughter of the Earl's Mansion, and her life became even better.
Unfortunately, Su Qingya no longer believes in so-called family affection.
"Qingya, what are you busy with?" A gentle voice rang out, and the young master strode in.
Several maids hurriedly rose and bowed.
The prince waved his hand, dismissing them.
Su Qingya pouted and said coquettishly, "My nails aren't finished being painted yet."
The prince smiled, a smile that was as gentle as a spring breeze: "How about I help you apply it?"
Since the last time Su Qingya and the Third Prince were almost caught cheating in the palace.
Afterwards, Qingyao found no clues, while Su Qingya took the initiative to make amends in order to cover up the matter.
She gave me a set of blueprints.
It's a telescope, and when used on the battlefield, it's comparable to a divine weapon.
However, glass is too expensive. Even with the wealth of the Prince of Ning's mansion, they could only make one or two pieces.
Su Qingya had seen it; the transparency of the glass was insufficient, far inferior to that of a modern telescope.
Therefore, she hinted that she would use a "glass" approach.
It is cheaper to produce than glass and can be mass-produced.
How could Qingyao not be tempted? As a result, the relationship between the couple improved.
At least on the surface, the two resumed their affectionate relationship, as if they had never had an affair.
However, they each had their own thoughts in private.
Qingyao patiently coaxed people, while Su Qingya had no idea how to make glass.
That kind of difficult stuff requires a mature formula, which she really doesn't know how to make.
In fact, most of the things she knew that could be used in battle have been given to the Prince Ning's residence over the years.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have partnered with the Third Prince to do some skincare products business.
“Okay, then my husband should apply it to look nice.” Su Qingya smiled, but her heart remained unmoved.
The couple were painting their nails, looking very much in love.
This atmosphere, however, did not last long.
“Qingya, the Prince’s Palace is not what it used to be. Father has lost the Emperor’s favor. I’m afraid that once he recovers from his injuries, he will be sent to his fiefdom.”
"You and I should naturally follow our own desires. Leaving the bustling capital city will probably make things difficult for you and me."
Qingyao held the woman's hand and placed it on his heart. His eyes were gentle and focused, how could anyone not be moved?
But Su Qingya isn't stupid.
What was she after when she handed those things over to the Prince's Mansion?
Isn't it just hoping that the Prince's Mansion will one day grow powerful and rebel? The Prince's Mansion accepted everything without reporting it to the court, doesn't that mean they have ulterior motives?
Neither side said it outright, but Su Qingya didn't believe that Prince Ning would slink away to his fiefdom.
Once a person's ambition is nurtured, it cannot be easily taken back.
A look of sorrow appeared on her face: "I'd be happy anywhere as long as I can stay with my husband."
"However, I'm afraid the young master won't be able to adapt."
Su Qingya looked like she didn't care about herself, but she couldn't bear to see the young master suffer.
Qingyao still found it very useful.
Qingyao is cunning and calculating, but he has a serious flaw, or rather, a different understanding of women.
In his experience, when a man keeps a mistress, his wife will make a fuss when she first finds out, but time heals all wounds, and the woman will always give in.
It seems there is no other way but to compromise.
But Su Qingya is ambitious and comes from another world.
In that world, having a mistress or cheating was condemned. After experiencing betrayal, the rift in her relationship with Qingyao was one that could never be healed in this lifetime.
Su Qingya always believed that she was the heroine of a sweet romance novel, destined to be with one lover for life. With her dream shattered, she was naturally unwilling to accept it.
If she can't be the female lead in a sweet romance novel, then she'll be the female lead in a powerful romance novel.
Anyway, having traveled through time, she won't be assimilated and will eventually live a peaceful and ordinary life.
She can't accept it.
The difference in their ideologies and beliefs destined the couple to drift further and further apart.
“I know that Qingya is truly devoted to me.” Qingyao looked at her intently, seemingly full of affection. “However, I don’t want you to suffer with me. If that glass is made, its future will be limitless.”
nonsense.
In an era when glass was a rare commodity, the emergence of glass was like opening the door to a new world.
This would certainly ensure the Prince's mansion had sufficient funds, providing a strong backing for the rebellion.
In the end, wars are all about money.
Su Qingya inwardly grumbled, but on her face she looked guilty: "It's my fault, I couldn't remember the complete recipe for a moment."
"How can I blame you? Don't rush, Qingya, take your time."
Qingyao was so anxious he felt like the house was going to burn down, but he couldn't push him too hard on the surface.
That's enough. If he goes too far, Su Qingya will get upset with him and ignore him for several days, which will delay important matters.
The couple were engrossed in their performance, which was secretly observed by a young maid.
Fang Nanzhi had no idea that an unlucky guy was implicated by her and became her punching bag.
The month-long free clinic has finally come to an end.
On the last day, when the doctors left, many soldiers came to say goodbye and express their gratitude.
However, there wasn't much sadness, since we're all in the same city of Beijing and will surely meet again in the future.
Fang Nanzhi, carrying her medicine box, waved to Liu Erleng and the others, then swiftly boarded the carriage.
Back in the capital, there are still social obligations to attend to.
That's right, this was the first time Fang Nanzhi had attended a banquet that was primarily for social purposes.
The Imperial Medical Academy paid for a meal for all the doctors who participated in the free clinic; of course, they went to an ordinary small restaurant.
Wanbaolou and Mingyuelou are places I can't afford.
Although it was ostensibly a meal, Xing Yun actually presided over the discussion, allowing the doctors to still discuss and deliberate on the matter of the military's free medical clinic.
Perhaps that's why Fang Nanzhi "stole the spotlight" last time.
This time, the doctors raised many practical questions, and it didn't turn into flattery.
Before the food was served, Xing Yun gave everyone a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, asking them to write down what medicinal herbs they thought should be readily available in the army, common illnesses in the army, and the environment of the army's medical tents...
The doctors, who thought the free clinic had ended successfully, came to celebrate: ...
Helpless, they could only lie on the dining table and write furiously.
From a distance, it looked like they were taking an exam.
The doctors felt bad; if they were going to be so picky, they could at least find a quieter place.
But they dare not say it.
The meal didn't officially begin until everyone had finished their "exam papers".
Because of her previous appearance, some doctors looked down on Fang Nanzhi, thinking she was being presumptuous, while others wanted to make contact and befriend her.
When others extend a friendly gesture, how could Fang Nanzhi not accept it?
So she changed tables and started drinking with the other person, but while they drank alcohol, she drank soup.
She didn't eat much of the food in the end, but she drank plenty of water.
When it was over, she lay down in the carriage and made a wish with a clear conscience: "I want to sleep for three days straight!"
During this ten-day period, Fang Nanzhi woke up early every day and felt she needed to replenish her energy.
Anmei nodded with a smile, but in her heart she felt that it probably wouldn't be that easy.
And indeed, the very next morning, someone came to invite Fang Nanzhi.
It was a servant from the Zhou family who arrived.
Fang Nanzhi could only get up blankly, resignedly wash up, and go out.
Qian Fengping handed her a bamboo tube: "Drink it while it's hot, it's something I just came up with."
"Thank you, Mother," Fang Nanzhi said crisply.
She opened the bamboo tube and a sweet aroma wafted out. She took a sip and found a blend of bean and milk flavors that tasted quite good.
Unfortunately, I don't know what it's called.
When she arrived at the Zhou residence, she went straight to the front courtyard without even needing a servant to announce her arrival.
Unexpectedly, waiting for her in the pavilion were not only Old Master Zhou, but also Physician Xing and Xing Yun.
After Fang Nanzhi took her seat, she sensed something was wrong and glanced at Xing Yun, who was still standing.
Hesitantly, she was about to get up. Shouldn't she also stand and serve her master?
But Physician Xing told her to sit down and relax, saying that Xing Yun was only there to learn today.
So the three of them sat down, while Xing Yun stood and listened, occasionally serving tea and water.
This made Fang Nanzhi very uncomfortable.
They had important business to discuss: to compile everything the doctors had written yesterday.
The task of summarizing and organizing was naturally left to the two young people.
Old Master Zhou and Physician Xing huddled together, reading the memorial.
Yes, Fang Nanzhi wrote this in her spare time recently. She originally wanted to ask her second uncle for a copy of the memorial to see the format and such.
Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be completely useless; often, it's just a matter of a few words and that's it.
Fang Yin disliked writing memorials and didn't put in the effort required for official documents.
The other military officers in the Ministry of War were similar; some were literate, but they were all rough men who had no patience for literary pursuits.
Later, Old Master Zhou found a memorial from his son and gave it to his disciple for reference.
Censor Zhou impeaches people every few days, so there's no doubt about the quality of his memorials.
After reading the memorial, both of them had a burning desire in their eyes.
"Doctor Xing, do you think there are any changes needed to this memorial?"
Physician Xing thought for a moment and shook his head: "The Imperial Hospital cannot interfere with Physician Fang's memorial."
Physician Zhou frowned. What did that mean?
Should we send her disciple, a nobody, to charge into battle?
"I will submit a new memorial in the name of the Imperial Medical Academy," Physician Xing explained.
The two memorials were from the Imperial Medical Academy and from Fang Nanzhi.
Fang Nanzhi was not alone; she could represent folk doctors, ordinary people, and a citizen who considered the needs of the soldiers.
The Imperial Medical Academy was different; its relationship with the Ministry of War was based solely on cooperation and self-interest, lacking any genuine connection.
Old Zhou understood and closed the document.
When the time came, he hesitated again: "Zhizhi is still too young."
"One must become famous as early as possible," Physician Xing said with a smile.
However, seeing that Old Zhou's expression did not soften at all, he became much more serious.
"She was bound to take this step sooner or later. It's not easy for the Imperial Hospital to accomplish certain things on its own."
"You and I both know that the Crown Prince is standing behind her, protecting her and helping the Imperial Hospital."
Why was Fang Nanzhi able to write memorials to the emperor as a common doctor, and why did Imperial Physician Xing help her deliver them to the court?
It's not because her medical skills are extraordinary.
Even if one is truly extraordinary, it's not enough.
She was selected for one reason: she has a grand vision and a strong sense of purpose, and she has ideas about the future of medicine.
Secondly, she has considerable backing. General Fang's mansion unconditionally supports her, as does the Zhou family. General Meng could also be considered half a powerful figure, and the Grand Princess and the Chen family may also be involved.
The third is the crown prince.
Xing Yun already knew about the Crown Prince's unusual feelings.
Given His Highness's current respect and support for Nanzhi, the future is uncertain, but it is a very important bargaining chip at present.
If the Imperial Medical Academy truly wants to make changes, it needs not only to achieve merit on its own, but also the support of the emperor and the crown prince.
Moreover, the Crown Prince is intelligent and not one to let personal matters interfere with public duty. He is genuinely supporting the medical community in the long run.