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Chapter 259 The Woman He Longs For

Thinking of this, Jiang Yuyue quickly wrote down the three characters "Wujinteng". Seeing that the prescription was finally perfected, she then noticed the person who had just spoken.

"Mo'er!?" Jiang Yuyue looked surprised. "You actually know about this!?"

"My father taught me that."

Jiang Qimo blinked. "Isn't Mo'er right?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Yuyue immediately pinched his cheek and gave him a big kiss, "Mo'er is so amazing! When we go to Jinling later, Daddy will buy you a hundred candied hawthorns!"

After saying this, Jiang Yuyue quickly stood up again, "But you still have to stay here for now, Father has to go over there to rescue people!"

Jiang Yuyue was fast on her feet. After figuring out the prescription, she hurriedly returned to the east of the city with a large bag of medicinal herbs. As soon as she entered the courtyard, she stuffed the prescription into Jiang Feili's hands.

"Come quickly and let's brew the medicine together!"

Yueying was also helping to feed these people medicine. Watching Jiang Feili, the dignified young marquis, being ordered around by He Wu, his expression was quite subtle.

Jiang Feili's lips twitched slightly as well, but when he looked down at the recipe in his hand, he was quite surprised.

Even Jiang Feili, after carefully examining the prescription, couldn't find any flaws. How could He Wu have written such a prescription in such a short time?

"it is good."

Seeing this, Jiang Feili did not complain, but immediately started to decoct the medicine. Jiang Yuyue and Hongying were also busy beside him. In the interval between decoctions, Jiang Feili finally couldn't help but ask.

"Did you come up with this recipe?"

"That's natural."

Jiang Yuyue focused on controlling the heat, recalling Mo'er's reminder earlier, and felt quite proud. "It's not just my achievement; the last ingredient, Wujin Teng, was my son Dazhuang's idea."

That child?

Jiang Feili was even more surprised, "How old is your son? How can he know all this?"

Upon hearing this person ask about Jiang Qimo's age, Jiang Yuyue immediately became more alert, gave a false age without thinking, and toned down her praise for him.

"Don't let his short stature fool you; he's seven years old now, so it's normal for him to know a bit about pharmacology. Today was just a coincidence; he just happened to guess correctly by accident."

Then, fearing that the person would ask more questions, Jiang Yuyue immediately changed the subject to the specific treatment of the illness.

After this prescription was used, the condition of these patients improved considerably. Although it has not been completely cured yet, it has at least shown some effectiveness. Some people with milder symptoms are now able to stand up and walk again.

"The medicinal bath method you mentioned before is good."

She was busy until late at night; Jiang Yuyue hadn't had a moment's rest all day and was now arranging the next steps.

"I'll prepare a medicinal bath for them in a bit, but all the clothes they were wearing before are ruined and have to be burned. Go find your general and ask him to find some new clothes."

After saying this, Jiang Yuyue added, "You can also take this prescription with you and let the soldiers in your army drink it. Perhaps some of them have already been infected with this plague but have not yet realized it. It can serve as a preventive measure."

Seeing Jiang Yuyue issuing orders and assigning him a whole bunch of tasks, Jiang Feili really wanted to explain to her that he was a dignified young marquis and that no one but Song Jinglan could order him around. But unfortunately, the atmosphere was not suitable for saying such things, so he could only hold back for the time being.

Meanwhile, Yueying, who was quietly helping out, felt something was amiss. Why would He Wu be thinking of asking his master to arrange clothing for the common people?

He should only know that his master is a general. Shouldn't he have asked the prefect of Shuozhou to do these things?

Jiang Feili returned to the military camp with the medicinal herbs given to him by Jiang Yuyue. As soon as he entered the commander's tent, Song Jinglan noticed his displeasure.

"How is the plague being handled?"

Seeing this, Song Jinglan realized the situation was dire and frowned. "Have you found a way to treat it?"

"We found it."

Jiang Feili had been working all day under Jiang Yuyue's orders, and now she was so tired that she plopped down in a chair. "That He Wu is quite capable. He actually came up with a treatment plan in a short time. The situation should be stable now."

At this point, Jiang Feili pointed to a large bag of medicinal herbs he had brought back, saying, "He asked me to bring these herbs back, brew them, and give them to the soldiers to drink, saying it would have a preventative effect."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinglan's expression softened slightly, while Jiang Feili's complaints resumed.

"That He Wu is really despicable. Although I didn't reveal my identity, he dared to make me work all day. This kid really has no manners. Even if I didn't say anything, I have a dignified appearance. Doesn't he realize that I'm not an ordinary person?"

Song Jinglan ignored his complaints, saying, "As long as the plague can be resolved, what harm is there in ordering you around?"

Seeing that this person was so inconsiderate of his hard work, Jiang Feili felt even more annoyed. Just as he was about to argue with Song Jinglan, he suddenly remembered the question he had asked He Wu earlier that day.

"Tsk tsk, but I did have some gains today too."

Jiang Feili picked up the teacup beside him and slowly took a sip. "Didn't you suspect He Wu and his son? I found out today that Jiang Dazhuang is already seven years old this year, which doesn't match the age of your son Jiang Qimo. I think you should just give up on that idea."

Upon hearing this, Song Jinglan's expression suddenly darkened. "Seven years old? That child looks no more than four or five years old."

"Could a four- or five-year-old child develop a prescription to treat the plague?"

Jiang Feili had long disliked his continued obsession with that woman, and now she was trying every means to dissuade him from continuing to look for her.

"The most crucial ingredient in today's prescription was devised by He Wu's son. Do you really think a four or five-year-old child could have done that?"

"Besides, I spent the whole day with He Wu today. Neither his demeanor nor his voice resembles the woman you're so obsessed with. So many years have passed, it's questionable whether she's even still alive in Wanqi. I advise you to give up on this idea."

Faced with Jiang Feili's advice, Song Jinglan's brows furrowed with a hint of sharpness, and he said coldly, "You've said too much."

"Okay, I was just being nosy."

Seeing this, Jiang Feili didn't want to provoke him any further. She just sighed, picked up the medicinal herbs, and got up to leave. "I'd better go brew my medicine."

The empty command tent was now empty except for Song Jinglan. Thinking about what Jiang Feili had just said, his eyes grew increasingly cold, and his hands clenched into fists in his sleeves.