The Imperial Physician wore a somewhat reluctant expression.
But in the face of the Empress, he dared not refuse.
At first, he felt contempt, but when he clearly saw the prescription written on the paper, his expression changed.
From contempt to incredulity, then realization, and finally, shame.
Jiang Ning didn't say a word, waiting for him to articulate it himself.
"What exactly do you mean?" The Empress could not resist asking, "Imperial Physician Wen, the emperor's eldest grandson is still sick, you should come up with a solution, rather than standing there dumbfounded."
Imperial Physician Wen hastily said, "In response to Your Highness, we should use the prescription brought by Princess Consort of Yu."
"Oh? Is it better than the one you prescribed?"
"... In response to Your Highness, Princess Consort of Yu's prescription is more accurate for this illness than mine."