I died tragically in my previous life, and I want to be an empress in my next life

When they arrived at the General's Mansion, Pei Zhiyan went to pay a visit to Old Madam Lin as usual, and then took Song Qingfeng to meet Old General Lin.

In General Lin’s study.

"Grandfather, this is Dr. Song, the genius doctor who successfully controlled the epidemic during the flood in Jiangnan. He is proficient in medicine and may be able to cure your leg disease." Pei Zhiyan's eyes flashed with excitement, "Yan'er has also become his disciple."

"This is my master!"

General Lin raised his eyes to look at Song Qingfeng, smiled slightly, and said, "I have heard of the name of the miracle doctor for a long time. I am honored to meet him today! The miracle doctor saved the people from danger, which is a blessing for the people."

Song Qingfeng was a little apprehensive. "General, you are overpraising me. I am just doing my best to relieve the pain of the people. The general is the pillar of the country. With you here, the people can live and work in peace and contentment."

One of them is a miracle doctor, the other is a famous general, and yet they are praising each other. Pei Zhiyan, who was standing by, laughed secretly in her heart.

"It would be my honor to help the general relieve his pain," Song Qingfeng said with a smile.

"But I'm afraid my old bones cannot be saved." General Lin said helplessly.

"Let me check it out first."

Song Qingfeng carefully examined General Lin's injured leg and said, "General, although your leg injury has damaged your bone marrow, it is not incurable. I will first prepare some herbal medicine for you to relieve the pain, and then perform acupuncture on your meridians every day to regulate your condition for a while."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, doctor." General Lin said gratefully.

Pei Zhiyan gave a signal and Yin Liu stepped forward to lead Song Qingfeng out to prepare the herbs.

When only Pei Zhiyan and General Lin were in the room, General Lin took out a piece of paper and said, "This is the pigeon letter I just received today."

Pei Zhiyan took it and looked at it, then smiled slightly. It was really a pillow for when you need it most.

"Thank you, grandpa." Pei Zhiyan said with a smile.

Because Song Qingfeng wanted to concentrate on treating General Lin's leg disease, he stayed in the general's mansion, and Pei Zhiyan returned home on her own.

That day, as soon as Xuanyuan Ping returned home, Pei Zhiyan went to his study.

"Your Highness, look what this is?" Pei Zhiyan handed Xuanyuan Ping a note with a smile, a mysterious look in her eyes.

Xuanyuan Ping took the paper, and when he saw the message on it, a look of surprise appeared on his face. He widened his eyes, filled with shock and confusion.

"Is this news reliable?" he asked hesitantly, his heart full of doubts.

"Whether it is reliable or not, Your Majesty will know after checking it out." Pei Zhiyan said calmly, "This was given to me by my grandfather."

The general guarding the city in the disaster-stricken area in the south is an old subordinate of her grandfather. The last time she was in the south, she learned that the local people were complaining about donations for disaster relief. The news was naturally accurate, and anyone with a keen eye could find out the evidence with a little investigation.

Xuanyuan Ping was silent for a moment, his eyes lingering on the note. He thought to himself that if this was true, it would cause a huge uproar. He needed to think carefully about how to deal with this news in order to benefit himself.

After Pei Zhiyan left the study, Xuanyuan Ping immediately summoned Zhang Musheng.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Zhang Musheng soon appeared in the courtyard of Xuanyuan Ping's mansion.

Xuanyuan Ping nodded and said to Zhang Musheng with a serious face, "Master Zhang, there is a very difficult matter that I need you to investigate in person. Be careful not to let the news leak out."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Musheng replied.

Xuanyuan Ping handed the note to Zhang Musheng.

Zhang Musheng's heart tightened after reading it, "Your Majesty, I will do my best to investigate this matter."

A few days later, Zhang Musheng came to Prince Jing's Mansion again and brought some disaster relief account books that he had collected.

Xuanyuan Ping and Zhang Musheng had a secret conversation behind closed doors in the study. After almost an hour, there seemed to be no movement.

Pei Zhiyan knew it was her turn to take the stage, so she took Yinliu and carried some tea and left slowly.

"Your Highness, you have been busy for such a long day, please have some tea." Pei Zhiyan gently handed a cup of fragrant tea to Xuanyuan Ping.

Xuanyuan Ping took the teacup and took a sip, but his brows were still furrowed.

Pei Zhiyan pretended to glance at the account book casually, and then said, "Your Majesty, there is something wrong with this account book."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan Ping looked up at Pei Zhiyan, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He knew that Pei Zhiyan was not just talking nonsense, she must have discovered something to say that.

So he put down his teacup and asked in a deep voice, "Oh? What did you find?"

Pei Zhiyan smiled slightly. She did not directly answer Xuanyuan Ping's question. Instead, she gently picked up an account book, turned to one of the pages, pointed to a number and said, "Your Highness, look at the record in this account book. There seems to be something wrong."

As she spoke, she sat down, picked up the abacus, and gently moved it.

"Your Highness, look," Pei Zhiyan pointed to a place in the account book, "the number reported here is 1.6 disaster victims, 90 dan of grain, plus the donations, it's as high as 200 million taels of silver. But this time the flood in the south only affected more than 60 people, and only 100 dan of grain was used for disaster relief. There is a difference of nearly million taels of silver."

Xuanyuan Ping frowned slightly, and scanned the figures in the account book with a sharp gaze. Then he looked up at Zhang Musheng, and asked with a serious tone, "Master Zhang, who is the prefect of Liyang City?"

Zhang Musheng thought for a moment and replied, "Your Highness, the prefect of Liyang City is Zhao Yunbo, who is the cousin of the Crown Princess."

Xuanyuan Ping's eyes flashed with coldness when he heard this. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "In this case, let's start the investigation from this Lord Zhao."

Pei Zhiyan smiled slightly, her voice gentle and sincere, "Your Highness is indeed wise, I admire you."

Xuanyuan Ping looked at Pei Zhiyan with approval, and there was more affection in his eyes. Pei Zhiyan felt as if goosebumps were about to fall all over the floor.

She quickly changed the subject and said, "Your Majesty still has official business to attend to, so I won't bother you any more."

Pei Zhiyan bowed slightly and took Yinliu out.

If I don’t leave now, I probably won’t be able to continue acting.