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n“Zheng’er, Rong’er, eat slower. Be careful not to scald your mouth. We have plenty of time.”

nShe gently reminded them when she saw them eating with their heads lowered, unafraid of the scalding hot buns.

nThey were only out to see if there was a school suitable for them. They did not have to attend school immediately. Hence, they could take their time.

n“Mother, this is delicious.”

nRong’er raised his head, dipping his small spoon into the bowl of soy milk and drinking spoonfuls.

nHe had never eaten this before. It was quite fresh and delicious.

n“Mother, you should eat too. The buns are getting cold,” Zheng’er said as he looked at his mother.

nThe weather in the capital differed from that at the border. Even during the summer, when the sun blazed down, the temperature was not high. It was particularly cool in the early morning.

n“Okay, I will eat too,” An Jiuyue replied with a smile, taking a bite of the bun.

n“Sister-in-law, which school are we going to first? De Yuan? Or Wen Hua?” Qian Yiyun asked.

nYan Qin had recommended these two schools. They were said to be the most well-known schools in the capital. Qian Yiyun also thought they were not bad. She had heard of them before.

nAn Jiuyue thought for a moment and replied, “Let’s go to De Yuan.”

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nIn the palace, inside Consort Wen’s bedroom…

n“Ah… Be gentler… Old thing, are you trying to kill me? Can’t you be gentler?”

nPrince Sui let out a series of screams. The intense pain in his arms made him want to kick the imperial physician to death.

nHowever, the reality was that he could not make big movements, let alone kick someone.

n“Sui’er, bear with it. Let Imperial Physician Hao take a look at you.”

nConsort Wen persuaded her son gently with a worried expression. But when she turned to look at the old imperial physician, her expression turned cold.

n“Imperial Physician Hao, be gentler. Don’t you know that Prince Sui’s hand hurts? Why are you using so much strength? Can you bear the responsibility if anything happens to him?”

n“Yes, yes, I understand,” the poor Imperial Physician Hao replied, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

nBut who was going to tell him what had happened to Prince Sui? He had checked his pulse and felt his bones for a long time, but he could not tell where he had been injured.

nHowever, Prince Sui’s agonizing screams did not seem fake either.

nHe could not help but wonder if his medical skills were too poor or if they had deteriorated due to his age.

n“Your Highness, may I ask… How were you injured?” he asked carefully.

n“I—” Prince Sui’s pale face darkened when he thought of how he incurred his injuries.

nHow could he say such an embarrassing thing? Wouldn’t he lose face if he said that a woman injured him?

nSeeing that her son was unwilling to tell him, Consort Wen quickly explained, “Imperial Physician Hao, someone gripped Sui’er’s wrist. I don’t know if his bones are damaged. That person also stabbed his other hand with a silver needle.”

nTreating his hand injuries was the priority; saving his face was not. She would report this to the Emperor and punish Qian Jiyun after he recovered!

n“Someone gripped your wrist?”

nImperial Physician Hao began to sweat in embarrassment.

nHe had taken Prince Sui’s pulse and felt his bones. There were no signs of anyone gripping his wrists.

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