When Ji Ningtian, in Hong'an Pavilion, heard the news of the execution of the imperial physician Chang, he suddenly coughed a few times, "You mean, Fang Ziqin directly pushed the imperial physician Chang to be a scapegoat without asking any questions?"

"It's not that I don't care about it." Wu Qing lowered her eyes and said, "This is the result of the joint decision of all the adults of the Imperial Hospital. I heard that Zixiu... the day she woke up, Imperial Doctor Chang rushed out to object to Awan's medical skills, claiming that it was a magic trick."

Wen Ya stood aside and listened, sneering inwardly. Ji Ningtian probably knew better than anyone else about who was rumored.

"So, our people are saved?" Ji Ningtian's expression was dim and unclear. Wu Qing shook his head, "I couldn't save it. When he was handing out the palace, he was discovered by the Empress's subordinates and was sentenced to death on the charge of accomplice of Physician Chang."

Ji Ningtian sighed and said quietly: "Fang Ziqin's methods are more powerful than I expected."

This matter was planned by him, and there were three levels of situations. The first level was that Wen Ya and Awan were affected by rumors and were demoted from the Imperial Hospital and were not allowed to practice medicine. In this way, Fang Zilan's injury could only be delayed indefinitely, and the poison attack occurred... Even if there were other doctors who had a wonderful skill, the possibility of treatment was slim.

The second level is to use rumors to force Fang Ziqin to change the adults from the Imperial Hospital again to facilitate his installation of people.

As for the third level, it was through the hands of the Censorate to question Fang Ziqin as the central palace, but she had no ability to control her, which caused rumors to spread and panic.

However, Fang Ziqin did not give him a chance, and defeated his plans one by one, clearly telling him that he could not interfere in the Imperial Hospital in the past, and he would not even think about it in the future.

After all, the Imperial Hospital is related to the safety of the entire royal family. If something goes wrong, the government and the country will overturn and the world will be in turmoil.

Looking at the overall situation like this, holding the right time and giving a fatal blow is not something that anyone can do.

but……

Ji Ningtian looked at Wen Ya who was silent. He was originally the Imperial Hospital Order, and no one else mattered, but he had to insert others into it at some point.

"Young Master..." Wu Qing wanted to speak but stopped. Ji Ningtian looked at her, "If you have something to say."

Wu Qing pursed her lips and finally looked at Wen Ya. "Mr. Wen, what is her injury? Is it really okay?"

Wen Ya's hand hidden in her sleeve was tightly clenched, "Yes, it's true, it's all skin trauma."

Ji Ningtian heard it and had no reaction. He just waved his hand and signaled them to retreat.

Wu Qing and Wen Ya walked out of Hong'an Pavilion for a long distance before whispering: "Mr. Wen, what you said is true..."

"Wu Qing." Wen Ya interrupted Wu Qing's words and said in a deep voice: "If everyone in the world thinks that I and Awan use magic, do you think we will have a way out?"

Wu Qing's expression stagnated and subconsciously refuted: "Young Master won't..."

As soon as she said that, she felt a little regretful. Wouldn't the young master give up Wen Ya and Awan? The corpse of the Ten Palaces of the Hell of the Ghost Gate was found by the people of the court, and they were all abandoned, let alone others?

But if you admit that everyone is a pawn that can be abandoned at any time in the hands of the young master, you will be insulted in fear.

After all, she is also one of these chess pieces.

"It seems that you already know the answer." Wen Ya looked at Wu Qing with a pale face, "Since that's the case, I hope to take care of you."

Cong Rong looked at the two people under the tree from afar. Although she couldn't hear what they said, she could feel that it was not a good thing from the dull atmosphere. She had come to this point.

According to Ji Ningtian's character, he would never want everyone to be afraid than admire him. He just doesn't know how far he is to betrayal of everyone else?

*

At this time, in Fengyi Palace, Fang Zilan looked at the messy pieces of porcelain all over the ground, then looked at her right hand wrapped in gauze, and slowly closed her eyes.

She had knocked over three bowls of porridge. Even if Fang Ziqin let her do it, the current scene was enough to show that her right hand was ruined, and it was unlikely that she would be able to hold a sword again in the future.

Awan walked in, walked around the palace maid who had cleaned up the ground, walked to the edge of the bed, looked at Fang Zilan and said, "Don't worry, take your time."

"Awan." Fang Zilan opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her, "Is it possible for me to hold a sword?"

"It is possible to hold the pen, hold the sword..." Awan hesitated for a moment and whispered: "It should be impossible."

Fang Zilan took a deep breath, turned her head like a quarrel, and saw this Awan hurriedly asked for a supplement and said, "It's hard to say, what if? Maybe you can raise it well and recover quickly, and you can..."

"This kind of words can't comfort me." Fang Zilan's voice was dull, "So many years have passed, and although I dare not say that I am proficient, I can also say that I have become a doctor after a long illness."

She said as she raised her right hand, "This kind of injury cannot be healed."

"Since you know, why do you still ask me?" Awan stared at Fang Zilan angrily, "You also said that you are not proficient in medical skills, so you still have a glimmer of hope, right? As a doctor, can you erase your hope?"

"The hope shouldn't have." Fang Zilan moved her fingers wrapped in gauze, "It's better to erase it."

Awan was choked by Fang Zilan and couldn't speak for a while. The palace maid on the side stepped back with a wink. Only Fang Ziqin, who was standing by the window, tidied up her sleeves and said in a low voice: "If there is no hope, you are so serious that you are seriously injured, why are you still waiting for a breath to come back?"

Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment and said, "I promised one person and kept the promise."

"Is that true?" Fang Ziqin looked at Fang Zilan calmly, as if she had seen through her, making her unable to help but confide: "I never thought of coming back alive. Before I lost consciousness, I was still thinking that I shouldn't have said anything that Cheng Junyi promised, and I must keep eternal life. How could I come back then? Isn't this a embarrassing person?"

"But you are still back." Fang Ziqin said word by word, "I am back alive."

"Yes." Fang Zilan smiled as if she was mocking. Why? Perhaps the plum branch that fell on her chest before she almost fell down reminded her that there were still many people in the capital waiting for her, and she could not stop there.

Now, she lives not only for herself, but also for the person she is ties with.

"Lan'er." Fang Ziqin walked to Fang Zilan and reached out to stroke her hair, "You are the toughest person I have ever seen..."

"Sister, you don't have to comfort me..." Fang Zilan subconsciously intercepted Fang Ziqin's words, and the name he blurted out was something he didn't expect. After reacting, he couldn't say anything.

"I know, you don't need comfort." Fang Ziqin's hand paused, "But no matter what, I am your elder sister. As long as you want, I will be your support."
Chapter completed!