Joyful Six

Ning Mo lowered her eyes, her fingers tightly gripping the bowl. Without responding to Xu Zhizhang's words, she turned and placed the medicine bowl into the warm bucket held by the waiting eunuch beside her, and softly said: "Alright"

These words struck like a thunderclap, leaving Di Feng stunned and unable to speak.

He suddenly came to his senses and saw that Ning Mo had already put away the bowl and was about to leave the hall. Taking a few large steps, he stood before the imperial desk and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty." Hearing the sound of the hall door opening and closing behind him, he knew that Ning Mo had already left, and then he raised his eyes to look and continued: "Your Majesty, your health is of utmost importance. State affairs can be temporarily entrusted to the old ministers of the two departments under the Chancellery..."

Her eyelids suddenly twitched, a deafening roar surged in her ears, the dam within her heart shattered abruptly, and waves of turmoil came crashing down, causing her entire being to tremble.

The weight of joy in my heart has been tempered a thousand times; this must be...! ... the last opportunity, I suppose

Having received congratulations, the gaze shifted towards the distant glimmers of light, and in the heart, there was already a certain understanding.

Di Feng clenched his fist, waiting for him to continue speaking

A sudden jolt in my mind, and before my eyes appeared those brown eyes again

Ying Huan did not raise her eyes, her wrist trembled incessantly as the vermilion brush dipped into the ink and fell onto the paper. She softly continued, "This matter will be submitted to the Zhongshu for discussion later. If a suitable person cannot be found, you will need to personally make another trip to Zhuzhou."

The sword at the waist has been drawn halfway from its sheath, and beneath the hilt, a chilling light glimmers. In this twilight that is neither fully bright nor completely dark, it is particularly striking.

The fair and delicate skin was marked with red impressions under his fingers, her heart tightened and she could not speak, her bright eyes devoid of focus, her face filled with disbelief

Yet even if her words are forceful, her beauty remains irresistibly alluring

Yet she did not have the chance to utter that last word, as she witnessed his eyes suddenly turn pitch black. She watched in astonishment as he swiftly leaned down, turned his face to one side, and kissed her lips, forcefully swallowing her final "you" into his mouth.

Congratulations, a wave of heat surges through the chest, as if a thousand troops are charging past, horses trampling through the encampments, stirring up clouds of dust from the depths of his heart, obscuring the words within, and also concealing the feelings in his heart

Ning Mo pondered for a moment, then turned around to take the medicine from the young eunuch's hands, instructing, "I will deliver this medicine to His Majesty, you may return now."

The voice was intermittent, deep and hoarse, and with each cough, it tugged at the corners of Di Feng's heart.

The sun wheel ascended the heavenly thoroughfare in an instant, and thus this cold, long night has finally passed.

The shock of emotions has been settled, yet the flames of resentment in my heart have reignited

He Xi extended both hands over her shoulders, gathering all her delicate blue-black hair into his large palms. With a slight lowering of his head and a few twists of his wrist, he fashioned her hair into a bun at the back of her head. The hairpin in his fingers lightly turned and was inserted into the bun, pressing closely against her hair roots

His fiery eyes narrowed slightly, his body remaining still, a large hand pressing against the back of her head, fingers gently gliding through her hair, and then he spoke softly: "What was said in the pavilion just now was all sincere."

When the person had disappeared, he turned to look at Di Feng, and as he moved his feet, he said while walking towards the forbidden area: "General Di, what business do you have with me?"

Suddenly awakened from a state of confusion, she grasped the hairpin in her hand, her heart skipping a beat. Then, she slowly extended her hand, sliding it along He Xi's side until it reached his throat

Di Feng shook his head, completely unaware of what could have provoked Ying Huan to such anger

... However, no matter how many words are spoken, one cannot deceive oneself. The dreams feel increasingly real, and that person in the dream is unforgettable.

Even at this moment, she is still able to utter such ruthless words, truly formidable

Her complexion was unwell, and her lips were pale. Upon hearing Ning Mo and Di Feng enter, she finally raised her head and said: "Put down the medicine, I will drink it myself later..." Before she could finish speaking, she began to cough again, her voice hoarse and unbearable

She took a deep breath, gazed at Di Feng, and slightly raised her arm. However, before she could speak, she noticed a tremor in the treetops to her side. Suddenly, a cluster of white light flew past, and with a "bang," it deflected the sword in Di Feng's hand.

She coughed intermittently, raising her hand to point at the stack of memorials, her voice extremely cold: "... ... Do you know what those old ministers have submitted during the days I have been ill?"

As she watched him inch closer, her breath quickened. She wanted to reach out and push him away, but her wrist was firmly grasped in his hand, and he would not let her go no matter what.

She was thus embraced by him, his fervent and heated breath, passing freely between their thin garments, igniting her to burn as hot as he did

Ning Mo immediately knelt down, holding the medicine bowl high with his hands, and said, "I dare not, Your Majesty."

Thinking of this, Di Feng felt an indescribable unease in his heart, yet he found it impossible to express his thoughts directly to Ning Mo, so he could only remain silent and unresponsive

Ying Huan took a breath and continued, "A nation without a crown prince—this is their intention!" She sneered coldly, reaching out to push all those memorials off the table, letting them scatter across the floor, and said indifferently, "Seeing that I have fallen ill, they all harbor such thoughts, fearing that if anything were to happen to me in the future, this country and the world...

He stood up, handed over the bowl, and observed her delicate brows furrowed. Only after she gulped down the medicine in one go did he retract his sleeves and step back

Ning Mo lowered his hand and gazed for a moment, then reached out to take the medicine bowl, lifted the lid, and presented it before Ying Huan, softly saying: "Your Majesty, it is best to drink the medicine while it is still warm."

Di Feng was taken aback and instinctively sheathed his sword. He raised his arm and gestured to the people behind him, who then slowly withdrew.

The scent of that man, his unabashed gaze, his domineering demeanor, the occasional gentle glint in his eyes, and his captivating, deep laughter... Everything, without exception, always comes to disturb her in the depths of the night

The blade is slightly tilted, yet it remains sharp, its light shimmering with a bluish hue, instilling fear and dread.

Congratulations, with a firm grip and clenched fists, fingers tightly curled, had he known this would be the outcome, he should not have let her go earlier

Her lips, so fragrant and sweet, once kissed, one is reluctant to let go, wishing to envelop her entire being within, allowing her to slowly dissolve.

Her wrist trembled slightly, and the hairpin held in her hand emitted a cold, pale light in the night. The pointed end was pressed tightly against the skin of his throat, leaving a faint indentation.

... yet he has never known her thoughts

Ning Mo, however, was not afraid, and coldly laughed at him, saying: "With the heart's ailment reaching this point, what use is it to merely take medicine?"

I have never encountered it at all either

Ying Huan suddenly came to her senses and realized that her lower lip was nearly bitten through by herself. As she raised her eyes, she met He Xi's gaze, and a chill instantly arose, dark as deep ice

At this moment, his finger should have already snapped her neck, rather than merely brushing against her hairpin.

Ning Mo lowered his eyes and continued to walk forward, softly saying: "I have been in the Imperial Medical Institute for nearly eight years. Although I am not a reincarnation of Hua Bian, my medical skills are not something an ordinary person can possess. However, when treating patients, one must ask about their condition several times to understand their intentions. If the spirit returns, one will thrive; if the spirit does not return, one will perish... I believe General Di is also well aware of these principles."

Di Feng grabbed Ning Mo's sleeve and gritted his teeth, saying: "Say that again?"

He bent down, reached out, and picked up the pearl hairpin from the grass at his feet. Holding it in his palm, he lightly rolled up his sleeves and brushed away the dirt and grass that clung to it.

In the distance behind, a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly arose, accompanied by the flickering light of a fire, growing louder and closer.

She bit her lip, and with a resentful gaze, she looked up. Those deep brown eyes shimmered with a glimmering light, flickering like sparks in the waves, now bright and now dim. The hesitation that once lingered in them had vanished, yet this gaze left her unable to discern or distinguish clearly.

Ying Huan remained silent upon seeing him, the grip in her hands also loosened. The body that had been stiff for a long time suddenly softened. Remembering what he had said, an inexplicable feeling surged in her chest, and she spoke: "You are right, I did want to kill ... ... "

Ning Mo remained silent as he entered Tonghui Gate along the west corridor of North Street in the Inner Court. Once he had entered the forbidden area, he finally relaxed his long brows and suddenly asked softly, "General Di, do you... harbor thoughts of the Emperor in your heart?"

As soon as she returned to the capital, she fell ill with a severe epidemic, causing great concern among the ministers in the court

The action is so swift, truly worthy of Di Feng

The chief physician of the Imperial Medical Institute, Xu Zhizhang, also took a sip, glanced at Ning Mo, and frowned slightly, "The Emperor's health has not improved for over ten days, yet your prescription remains unchanged. How can this be acceptable? You may not be worried, but we, your colleagues, are concerned for the safety of our wives and children..."

In one fleeting moment, words of deep affection may resemble those of another, while in the next instant, actions may appear as harsh as this

Di Feng hesitated slightly, "I hope Your Majesty will..."

Ying Huan tightly clenched his hands on the case, saying, "It is all urging me to get married!"

Ning Mo's expression was calm as he turned his head to glance at the dark red-faced Di Feng, raising an eyebrow and saying: "What is there that a man of great stature would not dare to speak of? Has General Di deceived himself, or has he deceived others?"

Di Feng tightly gripped his sleeve, and after a long while, he finally released his hand and slowly walked to the side, his expression conveying an indescribable emotion

Imperial medicine is carefully sealed

Ying Huan was stunned, allowing him to take whatever he wanted. With her eyes still open, she gazed into his equally unclosed eyes, her heart surging like the sea, waves crashing on the shore, overwhelmed and defeated.

Marriage, marriage

The high seat in front of the imperial court has been removed, replaced by a moderately sized soft couch, which is covered with a thin quilt and adorned with a brocade pillow

Slowly parting from her lips, yet still reluctant, the tip of my tongue lightly brushed against her lip petals, unceremoniously sweeping away the lingering fragrance, and only then did I raise my eyes to look at her

The palace attendants who had previously entered have now come out, instructing the two individuals to enter the palace and pay their respects.

Only then did he release her, lowering his gaze to look at her, his chest filled with lingering fragrance, warm and moist.

Your Majesty? The low voice of Di Feng came from the front, abruptly bringing her back to her senses

In the moment of divine transformation, one recalls what just transpired

Suddenly, one is at a loss as to what to do; on the battlefield, when soldiers confront each other, it is indeed more alarming than the face-to-face encounter at this moment

How did Di Feng come to know that he had previously been questioned by Xu Zhizhang? He thought that Xu was merely relying on his favor and acting arrogantly, and his expression could not help but change. He said in a deep voice: "What do you mean by this, Doctor Ning? You and I are both ministers in the same court, and we should naturally share the burden and resolve difficulties for the Emperor. I merely inquired about something, and yet you respond with such sarcasm?"

She could not see his face, nor could she discern his expression at that moment; she only heard those five words that pierced her like the cold wind, and her body suddenly turned cold.

His domineering aura surged forth, overflowing around him; her lips trembled, yet were captured by his, kissed even more tightly.

Xie Mingyuan looked at He Xi, and his previously racing heart gradually calmed down

Di Feng felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, his complexion darkened even further, and his voice was filled with anger: "What exactly do you mean?"

Before Di Feng could speak, she picked up another folded document from her side and threw it directly at Di Feng, her eyes glinting with cold light. "What a good job by Shen Wuchen, to list all unmarried officials of the third rank and above in the court in the memorial presented to me for review! Even your name is on it..."

Ying Huanxin's heart trembled slightly; she wanted to kill him, but was he not the same!

Can we trust him this time, this time of his?

Although the voice was low, the tone was very urgent, enough for those nearby to hear it clearly.

The bright sun outside still shines, yet in his eyes, it no longer possesses the dazzling brilliance it once had

After so many days, the person's voice and smile have become increasingly vivid in her mind.

Di Feng's wrist trembled, nearly losing grip on the sword hilt. He looked down and saw a silver coin on the ground, one edge of which had been chipped away by the sword blade due to the excessive force.

Her complexion changed several times in the blink of an eye, ultimately returning to the ashen gray of ashes, with only a faint blush remaining on the sides of her cheeks and beneath her forehead, a lingering trace from the kiss she had received earlier

At that moment of infatuation, He Xi suddenly felt a chill around his neck, as a cold and sharp object pressed against his throat, precisely an inch away.

A ray of light appeared at the horizon, and golden clouds broke through the mist at the four corners, illuminating the vast iron-blue sky in an instant.

After this night, where else can such a favorable opportunity be found, where else can such advantageous conditions exist

At this moment, the two were only twenty steps away from the Jinghuan Hall, and palace attendants had already come forward, asking the two to wait for a while until they could enter and report.

These lips, this tongue, this person in my embrace

The fingers, calloused from wielding a knife, are surprisingly able to twirl her hair, and the arms, as hard as iron, can perform such a gentle gesture

The more I try to forget, the harder it becomes to do so

Di Feng was perplexed by her actions and stood there in a daze

Ying Huan composed himself, picked up the pen from the table again, dipped it in ink, and said to him: "The eight thousand citizens of Ye Qi that you brought back from the battle in Zhu Zhou last time, send them all back to the territory of Ye Qi."

This feeling is so haunting that it is difficult for one to endure

At a glance, Ying Huan noticed that his gaze had shifted, making it impossible to discern the expression on his face. Only the icy words that echoed in her ears made her suddenly realize.

With one hand covering her lips, she extended the other hand and forcefully pushed a whole stack of documents from the other side of the table towards Di Feng.

As Ying Huan's legs went weak, it felt as though her spine had been wrenched from her body; it was only by leaning tightly against the old tree that she managed to steady herself

Ying Huanwai was seated above, dressed only in a thin robe, leaning against the imperial desk. In one hand, he held a vermilion brush, while the other hand was swiftly flipping through a spread of memorials laid out on the desk

Xie Mingyuan, like Di Feng, went on a mission but returned empty-handed. Upon returning to the courtyard, he saw Di Feng approaching with others from a distance. He immediately took a detour to the back, hurrying over, fearing that something unexpected might happen to He Xi while he was away

After all these years of navigating the court, she has yet to find a man she can trust to share half of her world, a man who truly understands her

Di Feng's eyes suddenly brightened, only to dim again in an instant, and it was then that he understood what he meant

Broad shoulders and long arms, exuding an imposing presence, that sword of azure brilliance... It seems that only he could possess it

Ying Huandun paused for a moment, "This matter has been decided by me."

That hairpin should have pierced through his throat at this moment, rather than being pinched between his fingers like this

Such a delicate kiss, his tongue traced her lips, slipped between them, and then surged forward, like elite soldiers launching a surprise attack, seizing territory in an instant, and the situation was swiftly determined.

The sun shone brightly outside, illuminating everything around with a dazzling light. Ning Mo had just emerged from the dimly lit imperial pharmacy, and upon encountering the fiery hue, he felt dizzy at once, causing him to stumble slightly.

It was just that person

After tonight, it is likely that we will find it difficult to meet again, and even more difficult to kiss again

Ying Huan lowered her eyes, lightly flicking her sleeves, "Let them go." Her tone was weak, less sharp than in the past, not as incisive as on the eleventh.

It was as if he could hear what she was thinking, and he slowly said: "I want to kill you too"

The young inner attendant lowered his head, not daring to breathe, and only followed Ning Mo out after he lifted the curtain and stepped outside.

Her gaze remained unchanged, and he continued to look at her; that look in his eyes surprisingly did not alter for a long time

Unable to help but be taken aback, I loosened my grip, allowing the hairpin to fall from my hand, rolling down his body to the ground, with the tail of the pin buried in the grass, the jeweled flower above losing its luster.

Ning Mo's wrist flicked, and the silver bowl nearly fell down.

Di Feng followed closely by his side, his brows filled with concern, and after a long pause, he said: "The Emperor's health..."

After she finished speaking, she lightly gritted her teeth, leaned wearily against the soft brocade pillow, slightly closed her eyes, and felt a tightness in her chest that made it difficult to breathe evenly

In such a light and carefree tone, with a smile so enchanting, she was instantly reminded of the undercurrents of emotions beneath the vast moonlight, a night and a person over all these years that could stir such fanciful thoughts in her heart

I couldn't help but be taken aback again

Di Feng's hand gripped the sword, his knuckles turning pale, his lips forming a straight line, waiting only for a nod of approval from Ying Huan before he would thrust it down.

The doubts that had previously lingered in my heart were suddenly resolved, and I finally understood why this man could call him "General Di".

The silver tube containing the medicine is divided into two silver bowls

At a young age, he was specifically appointed by the Emperor as one of the Ten Imperial Physicians, while many of his peers who entered the Imperial Medical Institute in the same year had not even passed the third examination, which naturally made him the target of jealousy

The throat is slightly constricted, and I can no longer continue speaking

Ying Huan lifted her eyelids, only to feel a dampness at the corners of her eyes. She couldn't help but quickly raise her hand, pretending to casually brush her sleeve across her face, and then turned to look at Di Feng

The light in his eyes flickered suddenly, and his heart grew cold

Di Feng could not help but furrow his brows, puzzled as to why Ning Mo suddenly spoke of medicine.

The sound resembled that of ripples in a cold stream, seemingly empty, yet the gentle words struck him like a heavy hammer, causing a slight tremor deep within his heart

Ning Mo glanced at him, the corners of his mouth slightly curling, yet his eyes were filled with indifference. "General, do you know that the Emperor has been suffering from illness since his sudden onset? I have taken the Emperor's pulse several times, yet no matter what I ask, he remains silent. I only wish to ask you one thing: during the previous visit to Chuzhou to inspect the dikes, what exactly happened to the Emperor? How could he return to the capital and fall gravely ill like this..."

Her hair, smooth and fine, cascaded down like a waterfall, filling both the front and back of her chest, cool as satin, enticing him to press his lips even harder.

Those two words immediately threw Di Feng into a state of confusion, as he gripped and regripped the hilt of his sword, finally managing to hold it firmly.

He Xi held her close, feeling her heartbeat thumping against his right chest, initially rapid and then gradually slowing down, until finally, the body in his arms became slightly cold

He congratulated her by wrapping his arm around her waist, his large hand reaching to the back of her head, swiftly removing the hairpin from her hair, tousling her long black locks, his fingers weaving through her dark tresses, securing at the nape of her neck, drawing her closer and tighter to himself

Di Feng was momentarily stunned, seemingly unable to believe what he had just heard, "Your Majesty?"

It was only at that moment that he suddenly realized that such a slender and frail body had supported the vast expanse of the country for a full ten years

Hearing this, Ning Mo could not help but turn his gaze towards him and coldly laughed, "What, even General Di has come to question me?"

Several times a day, the pulse is taken, causing great anxiety among the staff of the Imperial Medical Institute. The peaceful days of the past ten years have suddenly come to an end.

Di Feng glanced at Ying Huan, strode forward, raised his arm, and pointed the sharp edge of the broken sword in his hand directly at He Xi's heart, leaving only an inch of distance, enough to reach his body

Di Feng stood steadily under the eaves of the pharmacy, without a sword at his waist. His forehead was drenched in sweat, and the collar of his black robe was also damp, clearly indicating that he had been waiting here for quite some time

The night in Chuzhou was filled with heart-stopping moments, yet when it comes to the truth of the matter, both he and Shen Wuchen only understood a fraction of it; neither of them knew what she truly thought of that person in her heart

I intended to speak, but as I raised my eyes, I met his gaze, which was filled with a warm light, swaying gently like water

He squinted his eyes in delight, paused for a moment, and suddenly released his grip, letting her entire being go as he took a step back, hands clasped behind him, gazing at her. His thin lips parted slightly, his voice somewhat hoarse: "If there is a next time... I will not let go again, so do not harbor any thoughts of mercy."

I simply cannot understand how this man with the surname He seems to possess the gift of foresight, as he has not even entered the side courtyard to rest, leaving him with nothing but disappointment

Can you trust him at this moment, do you dare to trust him at this moment

As if in utter silence, the only sound left in the air is that of the wind sweeping through the treetops

Ying Huan looked at him, but did not meet his gaze, and coldly said: "Even if you act now, it is still not too late"

He quickly scanned the surroundings with his eyes, and could not help but sneer coldly in his heart. It seemed that they were determined to eliminate him at all costs.

Had it not been for that one night and that one person, she would never have settled on this thought

As he moved forward, crossing the path of the wind, he could distinctly feel the man's gaze piercing like a knife, slicing through him from behind.

Ning Mo and Di Feng stood apart, neither of them speaking again. Even standing on the stone steps outside the hall, they could clearly hear the sound of coughing coming from within the hall

In the midst of the whirling of heaven and earth, she was pinned against the old tree trunk by him, the rough, thick, and jagged bark grinding against her back, the sound of fine silk being gently torn apart reaching her ears

However, unexpectedly, they could hear Ying Huan say, "Let them go"

Without him by her side, her heart began to waver once more, and she found herself somewhat resenting herself for not being able to withstand his gaze and tone earlier... Thus, she abandoned everything in such a disheveled manner

Ning Mo raised his hand to press his temple, took a deep breath, and then turned to look over.

In the distance, the eaves of the Jinghuan Hall can already be seen from here, with the blue sky above the green glazed tiles. Ning Mo looked up and gazed into the distance, paused for a moment, and then said: "Does General Di think that only you are concerned about the Emperor's health?"

... ultimately still cannot bring myself to take action

Ying Huan frowned, raised his hand to gesture, and was about to continue reviewing the memorials, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the hand holding the medicine bowl was still lingering in the air, unwilling to lower. He then looked up and glared, slightly angered, and said: "Are you going to defy the imperial decree?"

He saw her loosen her grip on the hairpin, her brows furrowing sharply, her complexion instantly turning extremely cold. His large hand suddenly moved from the back of her head to her neck, and with three fingers, he locked her throat.

His feet were slightly apart, and his knees pushed forward, wedging between her legs, rendering her unable to move.

She inhaled sharply, and without a moment's thought, she kicked forward with her knee.

That sword from Di Feng truly scattered his heart and soul, leaving him with six or seven spirits lost. He could not care for anything else, and thus he called out "Your Majesty" without hesitation.

Ying Huan gazed at him, raising her hand to touch the back of her head, where a simple bun was neatly arranged, perfectly aligned and closely fitted.

A slight tremor at the corner of Ying Huan's eye stirred a wave of emotion deep within her heart

A hand reached over from his side, firmly supporting him. Only after he stood steady did it release its grip

She looked at him and saw that his expression showed not a hint of change, causing her heart to sink rapidly. This man... even when being so cornered by her, could remain so calm and composed!

The posture was so ambiguous, yet he halted his movements and whispered in her ear: "You want to kill me." His voice was icy, his tone resolute, and there was an underlying sense of determination within it.

He glanced at her from the side, his gaze still cold, yet he stepped forward, reached out to grasp her shoulder, and pulled her into his embrace

She has not failed to consider it

This stubborn adherence, for an emperor, is truly laughable

Ying Huan turned her head, coughed lightly into her sleeve, and seeing his persistent demeanor, could not help but frown. She raised her hand and gestured inward, saying: "... ... Bring it here."

His eyes, at this moment, are a profound black, within which brilliance is distilled from all directions, captivating the heart and mind

While he was lost in thought, he heard Ying Huan calling him in a hoarse voice: "Di Feng"

Ning Mo picked up a bowl, took a small taste, and spat the medicine into the silver basin. After a moment, he had another bowl sealed, covering it with the four-character seal.

Di Feng clearly saw the situation before him; his heart first stiffened. Once he confirmed that Ying Huan was unharmed, he steadied himself and signaled to the people behind him. The imperial guards then dispersed at a distance, forming a half-circle that completely blocked off several escape routes.

Di Feng gazed at her in silence, yet his eyes were dry and restless... He had known her for nearly twelve years, but had never seen her looking so haggard.

In the pavilion, the blossoms that once flourished in my heart suddenly wither at this moment, scattering in fragments and filling the depths of my heart.

Send 8,000 Ye Qi citizens back to their homeland

After tonight, it is likely that we will never meet again

His steps grew heavier as he walked away, and after taking dozens of steps, he could no longer resist the urge to turn back and glance at the woman under the tree one more time

A layer of mist suddenly rose in her eyes as she watched him tilt his head and lean down, and then she felt his lips brush lightly against the back of her ear, like a dragonfly touching the water twice.

Di Feng could not help but shiver, recalling the battle of Zhuzhou, where tens of thousands of iron cavalry from Ye Qi donned dark blue armor, their terrifying presence swallowing the land for miles. The man in the center, clad in armor, was particularly captivating.

The hairpin fell between the two, and the fabric of their garments blocked it, preventing it from falling to the ground

Ning Mo observed that Di Feng remained silent for a long while, so he shook his head and said: "Since General Di is unwilling to speak, I shall not press you. However, the Emperor's illness is difficult to treat, and the duration of his recovery is uncertain..."

He slowly released her wrist, his body also distancing from her, yet he still enveloped her, his eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed at her for a few moments

Di Feng's expression was dark as he looked at her and said: "Your Majesty, your health is of utmost importance; there is no need to worry about this matter."

He congratulated and glanced at Xie Mingyuan from the side, "Let's go"

That night, that night, let it be regarded as a dream, merely a dream

A cold smile briefly crossed his lips, and the man had already entered his line of sight, clad in a black robe that was whipped about by the wind, striding towards him with large steps, followed by more than ten imperial guards.

Di Feng gritted his teeth and said, "I obey your command." As he watched Ying Huan wave his hand lightly, he could say no more and could only retreat as instructed.

Xu Zhizhang's expression changed, revealing some annoyance, and he could not help but speak sarcastically: "Naturally, we do not possess the excellent skills of Imperial Physician Ning. Even if something were to happen in the future, the Emperor, considering that Imperial Physician Ning has served in the palace for many days, would likely show leniency..."

She then knew that she could not trust this man

As Ying Huan's fingers softened, the vermilion brush fell, striking the table and splattering a drop of glaring red ink onto the paper. Her watery eyes flickered as she gazed at Di Feng, letting out a cold laugh twice, but could not help breaking into a fit of coughs.

She could not help but feel faint for a moment, her body heavily leaning against the thick trunk behind her, allowing the rough bark to tear at her silk clothing, letting the penetrating chill seep into her body, yet no matter what, she could not rid herself of the lingering warmth that had been branded onto her skin.

Di Feng's body trembled greatly, rendering him almost speechless. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Doctor Ning, do not speak such nonsense. How can such treasonous words even be uttered!"

He turned his head to look at Ying Huan, but Ying Huan was gazing at Di Feng, remaining silent and not uttering a word, as if tacitly allowing Di Feng to proceed with his actions

The domineering him, the ruthless him, the gentle him in this instance, which one is the true self?

Ning Mo's fingers stiffened, and after glancing at Xu Zhizhang and remaining silent for a moment, he finally spoke: "The prescription was co-signed by Imperial Physician Wang and myself. During the Emperor's pulse examination, it was also the two of us who conducted mutual diagnosis. If Lord Xu does not trust me, surely you do not doubt Imperial Physician Wang either?"

Di Feng stepped forward a few paces and saw that Ying Huan's dress was disheveled. A sense of guilt surged within him, feeling that it was his delayed protection that had caused her to suffer unjustly.

The Emperor's illness has not improved for a long time, not due to the misdiagnosis of the imperial physician, but because she is unwilling to reveal the hidden truth

I never expected it would be him

She had no time to react, as she fell into his embrace in an instant, her heart racing even more, he ... ...

She reigned for ten years without ever missing a court session due to illness. This time, even though she was unwell, she continued to work tirelessly on state affairs without rest, until she fainted during the morning court session twelve days ago, which alerted the civil and military officials to the fact that the emperor's health was compromised

A shiver coursed through her body, causing her to bite her lips even tighter, while her body became increasingly stiff.

Moreover, the whispers and rumors behind his back, which only grew in number, led the senior officials of the Imperial Medical Institute to harbor some grievances against him. Although they refrained from speaking out in front of Ying Huan, they made things difficult for him in various ways behind the scenes

He then raised his head, turned his face to look at her, and saw her slightly curled long eyelashes gently drooping, her complexion as pale as silk, appearing even more ghastly under the moonlight

She took a deep breath, suppressing the rising tide of emotions within her. Her hand fell down, and after a moment, she looked at him again

A man rushed in swiftly from the shadows behind, and upon seeing the people in front of him, he suddenly came to a halt, calling out in a low voice, "Your Majesty!"