After resting for a while, Lu Yuyan performed the acupuncture a second time. This time, he was even faster than before. Doctor Jiang could only see a blur before the Empress Dowager's head was filled with needles.

In her sleep, the Empress Dowager's brow had already relaxed, and her breathing was even.

Lu Yuyan put away the needles, and Lu Xiaoyun opened the door, letting in the warm sunlight.

The people guarding the door all looked at them.

Amidst the myriad forms and expressions of all beings, Lu Xiaoyun took them all in, glanced at them indifferently, and said to the Emperor, "Grandmother has already gone to sleep."

Princess Ruoling was the first to rush in. When she reached the bedside and saw that the Empress Dowager was asleep, she slowed her pace and first bowed deeply to Lu Yuyan: "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for saving my grandmother."

Lu Yuyan looked somewhat tired and smiled faintly, "Princess, there's no need for such formalities."

After saying that, he left the bedchamber.

Ruoling carefully knelt by the bedside, pressed the Empress Dowager's hand, which had drawn blood, against her face, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

The old emperor finally relaxed and looked at Lu Yuyan with unusual seriousness: "You cured the Empress Dowager, what reward do you want?"

Lu Yuyan didn't mince words: "This humble subject dares to ask His Majesty for a minor official position. I don't want to refer to myself as a humble subject when I see His Majesty next time."

Zhu Zhi and Zhu Chen both looked disdainful and snorted coldly. A country doctor like him wanted to enter the Imperial Hospital without going through a rigorous selection process.

What are you thinking about?

Instead of answering, the old emperor asked, "Empress Dowager, can you cure it?"

"able."

"how long?"

"One month."

Lu Xiaoyun heard the low gasps of the imperial physicians who had just knelt under the eaves, and she subtly tugged at the corner of her mouth.

If this were modern times, surgery could be performed without needing a month.

The old emperor seemed quite satisfied and asked Lu Yuyan, "Do you want to join the Imperial Hospital?"

"No, that's not it. I am currently the physician of Prince An's residence. I only wish for an official rank. As for joining the Imperial Hospital, I would rather not. I am used to being unrestrained."

The old emperor looked at Lu Xiaoyun and saw that her expression was always indifferent and distant. He turned to Lu Yuyan, chuckled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, and said, "The physician of the Prince An's mansion, an eighth-rank physician, I suppose."

“Okay, it’s a bit small, but at least it’s legitimate.” He looked up at Zhu Zhi and Zhu Chen with his chin raised.

Their faces immediately darkened.

"Alright, then this humble subject will leave the palace with His Highness Prince An. Within the next month, I will enter the palace every two days to perform acupuncture for the Empress Dowager."

The crowd made way for Lu Xiaoyun and her companion.

The old emperor looked at Lu Xiaoyun's back, who had never taken him, his father, seriously from beginning to end. His eyes were cold. He waved for everyone to leave and then flung his sleeves into his bedchamber.

"Father, Grandmother is really asleep. That Mr. Lu is so amazing." Princess Ruoling was overjoyed. She took the old emperor's arm and led him to the Empress Dowager's bedside.

The old emperor's eyes were full of tenderness as he stroked Ruoling's hair and smiled, "It must be that Heaven heard our Ruoling's prayers and sent down blessings."

Ruoling chuckled. The little girl, pampered and spoiled since childhood, knew no worries: "Mr. Lu is amazing."

The old emperor merely twitched the corner of his mouth.

As soon as Lu Xiaoyun and her companion stepped out of the palace gate, a sharp pain suddenly shot through their rings.

Lu Xiaoyun looked down and gasped. The score had jumped from -6244 to -7244!

It was exactly the same as when "Zhu Yu was on the verge of death" that day.

Her expression changed, and she brandished her ring at Lu Yuyan: "Ayan, the Princess is in danger! Let's go, return to the manor immediately!"

Jiang Chuan had just arrived on horseback with Li Feng when he heard the words "Prince An".

He thought to himself, "Sure enough, the prince really does possess the ability to foresee the future, but the price is a bit too high."

Li Feng was so disoriented from the jolting that he didn't hear what "Prince An" had just said. With a sob in his voice, he fell off his horse and threw himself at Lu Xiaoyun's feet, pleading, "Your Highness, my young lady has suddenly fainted. Please, Your Highness, save her."

Jiang Chuan: "His Highness already knows."

Lu Yuyan yanked Li Feng up from the ground: "The Princess Consort suddenly fell unconscious? When did she fall unconscious?"

“Half an hour ago,” Jiang Chuandao said, “Your Highness, Li Feng came to find me immediately after discovering that the Princess Consort was unconscious. I dared not delay, so I took it upon myself to bring her here.”

His expression was grave: "The princess seems to have been poisoned!"

Poisoning! Someone actually dared to poison Zhu Yu while she was away from the manor!

Who is it? Who dares to do this!

Could it be that by leaving one or two openings in Wu Chuan to facilitate the spies sending messages outwards, she also endangered Zhu Yu?!

Lu Xiaoyun's heart pounded; Zhu Yu's body was already in such a state.

He absolutely cannot get into trouble.

She immediately took the reins from Jiang Chuan, mounted the horse, and pulled Lu Yuyan to sit behind her. She spurred the horse, and the two galloped towards the Prince An's residence.

“His Highness…” Li Feng hadn’t expected that His Highness Prince An would value her young lady so much.

Jiang Chuan's expression was extremely solemn, but he did not forget to comfort Li Feng: "Don't worry, the prince will do everything he can to save the princess. With Mr. Lu here, the princess will be fine."

Jiang Chuan watched the departing "Prince An" and thought to himself that the prince was now paying more and more attention to the princess, even more so than he had to Miss Yong'an back then.

Ren Yong'an has failed the prince's deep affection and only hopes that the princess will treat the prince well.

No matter how loyal their subordinates are, they are still just subordinates; they can't compare to the loving relationship between the couple.

The wind whistled past her ears, but Lu Xiaoyun's eyes remained firm as she stared ahead. With one hand she controlled the horse's direction, while the other hand wielded the whip, trying to increase the speed as much as possible. Pedestrians on the street immediately dispersed to both sides.

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