Ye Tinglan's dark eyes sank upon hearing this, and he nodded expressionlessly, "Indeed."
"Then when will Your Highness return it to your humble consort?"
The matter of him confiscating her sword last time hadn't been resolved yet.
Unexpectedly, Ye Tinglan looked down at her, smiled, and threw out a sentence, "Once we return to the manor, the Princess Consort can deal with it as she pleases."
His tone was too ambiguous. Before Feng Yinwan could frown, Qian Guan's expression changed.
His face turned red, and he chuckled slyly twice. He immediately clasped his fists.
"Your Highness has astonishing stamina. The Princess Consort has worked hard to diagnose malaria; you must take care of yourself!"
Feng Yinwan: Damn it, this is not the bus to kindergarten!
"A patient has woken up!"
This shout successfully broke the awkward atmosphere. Feng Yinwan felt as if she had been granted amnesty and immediately dashed away.
"This Princess Consort will check!"
The awakened patient was also a severe case.
After Qian Guan woke up last night, Jiang Rumò, along with the other imperial physicians, conducted another round of diagnosis and treatment for the patients. Acupuncture and herbal medicine were indeed effective quickly.
Feng Yinwan went forward to check the pulse. Before she could withdraw, several more exclamations sounded one after another.
"Princess Consort, another patient has woken up here!"
"Princess Consort, here too!"
The good news, delayed for several days, finally arrived. Feng Yinwan and the imperial physicians exchanged glances, feeling genuinely relieved.
After lunch, most of the severe cases had woken up, and those with good constitutions had gradually transitioned to mild cases.
After resettling the mild and severe patients, Feng Yinwan, the imperial envoy, decisively gave the imperial physicians a day off.
"You have all worked hard these past few days. Once the epidemic is completely eliminated, this Princess Consort will certainly report your meritorious deeds to His Majesty."
Unsurprisingly, there was a chorus of "This humble subject dares not claim credit." Feng Yinwan frowned and glanced at Ye Tinglan, who stood beside her with a stern and sharp gaze. She always felt that these imperial physicians were like they had been kidnapped.
After everyone had left, she grabbed Ye Tinglan.
"Your Highness, although I am an imperial envoy, my qualifications are not deep at all. Why are the imperial physicians so deferential to me?"
Ye Tinglan looked at her and said without hesitation, "Because the Princess Consort is outstandingly capable."
"Is treating Prince Yun's heart ailment considered outstanding capability?"
Before her, only Jiang Rumò could treat Ye Tingyun's heart ailment, but she noticed how these proud and arrogant old scholars looked down on him.
Ye Tinglan's expression remained unchanged. "The Princess Consort's medical skills are superb, unmatched throughout history. The imperial physicians of the Imperial Academy are all sincerely convinced."
Imperial physicians: Prince Mo, perhaps you could put your knife away, and then we can talk?
Seeing that she was still half-believing, Ye Tinglan pursed his thin lips and spoke again.
"I happen to have something to tell you."
"What?"
Feng Yinwan casually replied. To her surprise, Ye Tinglan's stern and handsome face broke into a gentle smile in the next instant.
"There's news of victory from the front. Old General Feng and your elder brother are like a broken bamboo, pushing back the enemy in more than ten cities. At this rate, they will return to the capital in less than half a month."
This was truly excellent news for Feng Yinwan.
"Is this true?!"
Since her father and brother left, she had felt an unspoken unease in her heart. Now that news of victory had arrived, she felt not only joy but also a touch of disbelief.
Ye Tinglan's dark eyes gazed deeply at her and he nodded firmly, "The news just came from the palace at noon today."
"That's wonderful!"
Having received confirmation, Feng Yinwan was so excited she almost jumped up. She gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen, her thoughts racing.
In another half month, the epidemic here in the isolation ward would also be basically over. She had inadvertently contracted malaria during her treatment. Under the strain of overwork, a miscarriage would be entirely plausible.
Even if the Emperor and Empress Dowager were grieved, with the great victory in battle, joy would surely outweigh sorrow. At that time, she might even be able to bask in the glory of her father and brother and receive imperial rewards and comfort.
Indeed, it was a brilliant plan!
As things progressed smoothly, Feng Yinwan's mood also improved significantly. Everything was developing in a good direction, but before the task was completed, the Emperor's reply and an imperial decree of transfer were issued simultaneously.
Seeing Feng Yinwan again after a few days, the eunuch who delivered the imperial decree clearly did not look as good as last time.
She had thought the Emperor had assigned a new task, but the eunuch glanced at her and chuckled wryly.
"Princess Consort Mo, this imperial decree is not for you, but for Imperial Physician Jiang."
For Jiang Rumò?
She was slightly stunned and stepped aside.
Jiang Rumò quickly arrived and was also surprised by the imperial decree.
The eunuch gave a few pointers and, with a flick of his whisk, began to read the decree.
"Malaria has always been a devastating disease since ancient times. Every outbreak has resulted in widespread death and suffering. Now, a sudden epidemic has broken out in the provinces of Yu, Ji, and Jiang, causing great panic among the people and making it difficult to live in peace. You, as the foremost physician in the Imperial Academy, have rendered meritorious service in assisting the Princess Consort Mo in treating malaria. I trust you implicitly and am deeply gratified. Therefore, I hereby appoint you as an imperial envoy to lead a group of imperial physicians to the three provinces immediately, to save the common people from dire straits and eradicate the root of the epidemic. This decree is issued."
Silence filled the tent after the decree was read.
Feng Yinwan was the first to recover and was about to speak, but Ye Tinglan stopped her.
Seeing that Jiang Rumò was still in a daze, he subtly reminded him.
"Imperial Physician Jiang, quickly accept the decree."
Jiang Rumò snapped back to attention and immediately kowtowed.
Feng Yinwan's questions were as numerous as the stars in the sky. Before she could step forward, the eunuch had already approached them.
He walked quickly to Ye Tinglan and took out a memorial from his sleeve.
"Prince Mo, this memorial was specifically instructed by His Majesty to be brought to you. Please peruse it."
Ye Tinglan never concealed military and political matters from her, so Feng Yinwan recognized this memorial. It was the one Ye Tinglan had submitted to the Emperor for a thorough investigation into the cause of the malaria some time ago.
Ye Tinglan took it and opened it directly. While he was reading, Feng Yinwan asked,
"May I ask, Your Excellency, what does His Majesty's imperial decree mean?"
The malaria outbreak in the capital had been contained, but after only a few days, how had it spread to the neighboring provinces like it had legs?
Knowing her confusion, the eunuch whispered softly.
"Princess Consort Mo, you may not know, but for some unknown reason in the past two days, a large number of malaria cases have suddenly appeared in several neighboring provinces. His Majesty is greatly troubled and worried. He even flew into a great rage in the palace over this matter!"
"You are pregnant and a Princess Consort. Naturally, His Majesty cannot send you. This matter, therefore, can only be handled by Imperial Physician Jiang."
Feng Yinwan's delicate eyebrows furrowed. "Do the memorials submitted by each province explain the cause of this disease?"
The matters in the capital were not yet clarified, and now group epidemics were breaking out in various places. Was there any connection behind this?
The eunuch pursed his lips and shook his head, his gaze drifting to the memorial in Ye Tinglan's hand.
"However, His Majesty has approved Prince Mo's request and ordered the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple to jointly investigate this matter. If there is a result, we will all be at ease."
Feng Yinwan's red lips tightened. She wanted to ask more questions but found herself unsure of where to begin.
While she was lost in thought, Ye Tinglan had already closed the memorial.
"This Prince has understood the imperial decree from my father. I hope Your Excellency will convey to my father that state affairs are arduous, and he must take care of his health."