Deshun didn't know what to do for a moment. He knew best that Song Zhiyu and Song Mingcai had always been at odds with each other, and sometimes he was the one who carried out some of Song Mingcai's plans.

Now it would be extremely difficult to get the medicine from Song Zhiyu and give it to Song Ming to cure his illness.

Without thinking, he went directly to Fanghua Palace to get the medicine, but who was Song Zhiyu? She wasn't even afraid of Song Tingjin, so how could she be afraid of a eunuch.

Thinking about all the events in her previous life, Song Zhiyu was not polite and directly drove Deshun out of Fanghua Palace in a few words.

Deshun had no choice but to come to Chunhe Palace to inform Song Mingcai of the news. He subconsciously glanced at Song Mingcai's face and asked with concern: "Is Emperor Ji's condition continuing to worsen now?"

Song Mingzong glared at Deshun vigorously, angrily threw the things in his hands on the wooden table, and stamped his feet.

"Which pot is not mentioned?"

She sat on the wooden bench angrily, thinking about how her delicate face had turned into what it is now, and she felt even more unhappy. At the same time, she also realized something was wrong.

I wanted medicine to treat liver fire, but it happened that all the medicines on the market for treating liver fire were sold out. This was too much of a coincidence.

In addition to the two slaps Song Zhiyu received a few days ago, you should know that the slaps only lasted for a day or two at most, but now she was getting more and more uncomfortable!

Song Mingcai couldn't help gritting her teeth and getting goosebumps all over her body. She immediately concluded that this matter must be Song Zhiyu's conspiracy.

After all, it was Song Zhiyu who made her eyebrows look like this, and her face. If it weren't for Song Zhiyu, her face wouldn't be like this!

She rubbed her fingers a few times and resisted the urge to scratch. She was even more sure that Song Zhiyu just wanted to see how she could not treat him even though he knew the method of treatment!

Song Mingcai had a headache now, and she was too lazy to watch Deshun wandering around in front of her. She just said a few words and sent Deshun away.

However, as soon as Deshun left, Jue Qingchen came to Caichunhe Palace in Song and Ming Dynasties.

He stood in front of Song Mingcai, saluted, and asked in a low voice: "I wonder why the emperor called me here?"

Song Mingcai blinked. There were so many things on his mind that he couldn't even remember what he meant by calling Jue Qingchen over.

She thought for a long time before she remembered that she wanted to ask Jue Qingchen how her progress was, and then Song Mingcai asked Jue Qingchen the question.

"There is no progress. Emperor Ji, you need to know that this Maode Emperor Ji is different from others. If we want the effect you want, it will definitely take a long time."

Now Song Mingcai can't wait any longer. Since this will take a while, let's get the medicine first!

He immediately said: "The medicine this palace needs is at Song Zhiyu's place now. Why don't you go and get it?"

"You let me win the heart of Emperor Maode, and then asked me to go to Fanghua Palace to get medicine for you. Emperor Ji, haven't you ever thought that this is very inappropriate?"

Jue Qingchen could think of Song Mingcai, but if she was asked to go to Fanghua Palace to get the medicine, she simply couldn't do it! She was not willing to lower her face and beg Song Zhiyu to give the medicine to her.

Song Mingcai understood that Song Zhiyu wanted to embarrass herself and retaliate for the way he treated her a few days ago.

If she didn't take the medicine, she would have no choice but to endure the itching on her face, and her eyebrows would become even uglier. If she took it, Song Zhiyu would do everything possible to make things difficult for her in Fanghua Palace.

No matter which approach is taken, the result will definitely be satisfactory to Song Zhiyu.

Thinking of this, Song Mingcai felt aggrieved. She didn't believe that she would always be bullied by Song Zhiyu, and she would have no chance to win back the victory.

Seeing Jue Qingchen delaying in getting the medicine for himself, Song Mingcai felt angry. Didn't Jue Qingchen admire her? Why did he act like a mother-in-law when getting medicine for himself?

"I asked you to go to Fanghua Palace to get medicine. What are you doing like this? Do you know how to walk or what? Maybe you need me to teach you how to get to Fanghua Palace?"

Under Song Mingcai's angry scoldings, Jue Qingchen moved his fingers, then turned around and strode away from here, heading to Fanghua Palace.
Chapter completed!