Lu Zhishan raised his eyebrows: "Zheng Zuoyang finally made progress?"
Du Heng then put on a handkerchief and wiped his face, and said to Lu Zhishan with a smile: "Maybe."
Lu Zhishan opened the letter, and his brows furrowed more and more as he read. Du Heng also frowned at the side. When Lu Zhishan finally put down the letter, Du Heng asked cautiously: "General, where is the southern part of Jiangxi?" Is the situation not good? "
Lu Zhishan didn't answer. He took a sip of tea and thought for a while before asking, "It's been two years since Princess Linglong's wedding, right?"
Du Heng was startled, a little confused by Monk Zhang Er. He thought about it for a while, then nodded and said: "Princess Linglong was married in August of the 21st year of Jiasheng. It has been two years and one month now. ”
Lu Zhishan glanced at the letter again, and then said: "Zheng Zuoyang said that there were guards from the capital recently found near the prefecture, and asked us to secretly investigate Princess Linglong's case."
Du Heng was startled: "Zheng Zuoyang suspects that Princess Linglong is infertile?"
"Princess Linglong and Chen Shi'an are close friends, but there has been no news for two years since their wedding. It shows that one of them has a health problem," Lu Zhishan analyzed, "But now we all know that Chen Shi'an and The daughter of the prefect has a son, so I’m afraid there’s something wrong with Princess Linglong.”
Du Heng thought for a while and was shocked: "Could it be that Princess Linglong actually has... the idea of seizing her son?"
"Zheng Zuoyang also has such worries, so let us try our best to check Princess Linglong's daily pulse." Lu Zhishan rubbed his eyebrows, "It's just that the pulse of the concubine and the princess have been kept in the inner room of the Imperial Hospital all day long. How can it be so easy to see if someone is watching?”
Du Heng also nodded and said: "What the general said is true, but my subordinates think that even if Princess Linglong has a hidden illness, she probably won't ask the imperial physician in the palace to diagnose her pulse. After all, such an unspeakable secret is not inconvenient to alarm too many people."
Lu Zhishan nodded: "You are right. Let's first send someone to Princess Linglong's Mansion to keep an eye on her. You have to act quickly. Zheng Zuoyang is still waiting for Xin'er."
"Yes, I will take care of it now." Du Heng bowed and accepted the order.
Lu Zhishan said again: "I will edit a letter later. You can send someone six hundred miles to rush it to Zhou Chi, so that he can be ready to pick up Fang's mother and son at any time. Guangxi and Gannan are close to each other. It’s so convenient to have someone to take care of you.”
"Yes, I obey." Du Heng hurriedly retreated.
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Yuqing Palace.
Linglong Princess Lu Zhichan has been crying in Concubine Li's arms for most of the day, and her voice has become hoarse from crying.
"Mother, please tell me why my son's life is so miserable?" Lu Zhichan cried more and more sadly, "Why can't my son give birth to a child? Why did he have to be my son?"
Li Fei also sighed. At the end of last year, she privately asked her mother's brother to find a famous doctor outside to diagnose Lu Zhichan's pulse. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhichan was born infertile and could not be cured. Li Fei Naturally, he didn't believe it, so he invited five or six famous doctors to come to Beijing one after another to diagnose Lu Zhichan's pulse. The results were all the same. Lu Zhichan completely lost his spirit, stopped going to the hunting ground, didn't drink any tonic, and didn't even wash up. Too lazy to do anything, Chen Shi'an didn't dare to complain to her, the eldest princess, but after all this happened, the two of them were indeed not as affectionate as before.