The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant

Chapter 663: 663 Lin Qing: I’m a professional scapegoat!

Song Ci personally accompanied Song Zhiyuan to tend to his wound. It was said to be a small injury, but the flying arrow was extremely fast and likely barbed. As it shot past, the arrow took away a small piece of flesh from his arm, leaving the wound bloody and mangled.

Song Ci’s brows knitted together, her face turning as pale as death. Just looking at it made her feel the pain; how much more so for the person injured?

Yet Song Zhiyuan, a man accustomed to great storms, showed no fear; apart from his slightly pale face, he didn’t even blink, appearing unfazed by the ordeal.

A true hero, indeed!

Song Ci secretly sighed. Being a powerful minister with immense authority made him a target for many political enemies and assassins. Thus, high-ranking officials lived a dangerous life, uncertain when an assassination attempt might come!

No wonder throughout history, those high-ranking officials always had a retinue of guards and bodyguards to protect them; their lives were truly precarious.

”Shouldn’t we stitch the wound? External injuries are prone to tetanus,” Song Ci watched the Imperial Physician sprinkle golden sore medicine on the wound and prepare to bandage it, causing her eyelid to twitch as she couldn’t help but ask.

The old Imperial Physician looked up, puzzled: ”Tetanus?”

What medical jargon is this?

Song Ci was startled. Oh no, she let it slip again.

She quickly assumed an air of sage-like composure and said, ”I’ve heard from my personal lady doctor that if external injuries are not properly treated, they can easily become infected with foreign substances, transforming minor wounds into significant ones, possibly causing fever and the like, spiraling out of control. Therefore, treating external injuries should involve disinfection, using strong liquor if available, or else wiping the wound with diluted saline before proceeding to bandage.”

Lin Qing: ”???”

Did her skilled mobile doctor not suffice, needing a professional scapegoat?

The old Imperial Physician said, ”So that’s the reason. This medical woman’s insight is quite profound. Rest assured, Madam, the golden sore medicine applied to the Prime Minister is an imperial concoction, and its efficacy is excellent.”

”That’s good,” Song Zhiyuan said, ”Old Imperial Physician, my wife is pregnant, but hearing of this assassination attempt unsettled her pregnancy. I kindly ask you to check her pulse when you have a moment.”

The old Imperial Physician smiled and said, ”I’m not well-versed in matters of pregnancy, though I can conduct a basic examination. For genuine expertise in this area, Prime Minister would need to summon Imperial Physician Liu from the palace.”

Song Zhiyuan nodded and told Song Ci, ”Mother, please lead the old Imperial Physician to examine Madam Gu. I shall come after changing my attire.”

”Old Imperial Physician, please follow me,” Song Ci said.

Song Ci and the old Imperial Physician left one after the other. Once they had gone, Song Zhiyuan’s expression turned grave, and he addressed the air, ”Have they been caught?”

A shadow stepped out from the darkness and knelt before Song Zhiyuan, saying, ”Fortunately, we have captured that remaining rogue and brought him to the dark cell, awaiting your orders, Master.”

”There’s no rush to interrogate. Lock them up, make sure they don’t die,” Song Zhiyuan said coldly. ”There might still be assassins hiding in the city. Send someone to search for any suspicious individuals.”

”Understood,” the shadow replied.

Song Zhiyuan waved his hand, and the shadow swiftly retreated. He sat on a chair, contemplating for a moment before calling someone in to help him freshen up.

By then, the sky was already bright. At a certain courtyard, a thin figure gazed at the sky above, dark and oppressive, while someone knelt behind him.

”If Prime Minister Song were so easily assassinated, he wouldn’t have climbed to his current position. Though it seems his defenses have gaps, they are in fact as tough as steel. Today’s events only proved it,” the figure remarked, coughing softly. ”Leave now, have them break into smaller groups and hide outside the city. No more unnecessary actions.”

”Yes, Master,” the person replied respectfully and retreated.

The figure extended a hand to catch a descending snowflake, watching it melt in the palm, and with a flick of the wrist, the water droplet fell as he murmured, ”Even the hardest ice will eventually melt.”