Chapter 821 The Blood of the True Dragon Emperor

Miria is thirty-six years old this year. She has an elderly mother and three children. She and her husband are loving and her family is harmonious.

The ministers of the Great Yu Kingdom studied the matter for a quarter of an hour but could not find any breakthrough in the strategist Milia.

"The prince wrote that Milia must return home every two weeks," Cheng Wanwan asked. "The military only gives one day off a month, so why does Milia have to go back every two weeks?"

Prince Victor immediately replied, “Miriah’s mother suffers from a chronic illness and is bedridden year-round. He is Asab’s famously filial son and must go back to see his elderly mother every two weeks.”

Cheng Wanwan raised her eyes: "Does the prince know what illness the old lady suffers from?"

“Even the doctors can’t diagnose it.” Prince shook his head. “I visited her once two years ago. The old lady had a chronic cough, occasionally coughed up blood, and suffered from chest pain and fainting from time to time. She had seen many doctors, but her condition did not improve. She just dragged on day by day, becoming thinner and thinner…”

Cheng Wanwan frowned slightly.

These symptoms look so much like pneumonia.

In ancient times, when medical care was underdeveloped, 80% to 90% of inflammations could be cured with antibacterial drugs and antibiotics.

Pneumonia, in particular, is a common disease that is not a big deal in modern times, but in ancient times, it was a catastrophic disease for children and the elderly...

If we confirm that Mrs. Miriam has pneumonia, then we've found a breakthrough.

“The Great Yu Kingdom has arranged for a royal physician to accompany us,” Cheng Wanwan said. “Why don’t we take the royal physician to see the old lady tomorrow?”

The prince was well aware of Miria's position in the military; he had to win Miria over at any cost...

He nodded: "Okay, I'll make the arrangements."

After the prince left, the King of Qin had not yet returned. He had been summoned by Prince Ali to inspect the glass workshop. Cheng Wanwan instructed him to continue dealing with the prince, as the prince's attention was entirely on the King of Qin, allowing them to carry out their business discreetly.

The next morning, the prince arranged a carriage to take Cheng Wanwan and the imperial physician to the strategist's residence.

The strategist's residence was not far from the palace. The carriage took a quarter of an hour to reach the gate of the mansion. The guards at the gate were slightly surprised to see the prince arrive, but they still went in to announce his arrival.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Miriam's wife came out to greet him. "What brings you here, Your Highness?"

The prince said in a gentle voice, "I heard that the old lady's illness has worsened, and I have been very worried about her. Fortunately, a royal physician from the Great Yu Kingdom has come to visit us. The Great Yu Kingdom's methods of treating illnesses are quite different from ours in Asab. Perhaps he can cure the old lady. I'm going to be so bold as to ask the royal physician to make this trip. I wonder if it would be convenient for him?"

Miriam's wife knew that her husband was very filial, so she immediately welcomed the group into the house and led them to the old lady's courtyard.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I was hit by a strong, pungent smell of herbs.

As you walk through the courtyard and into the inner room, the smell of medicine becomes even stronger. The room is poorly ventilated, and the various odors mix together, making you feel uncomfortable all over.

The prince showed no sign of distress. He walked to the bedside and asked the old lady in a gentle voice about her recent condition.

The old woman lying on the bed slowly opened her eyes. When she saw that it was the prince, she hurriedly got up to pay her respects, but the prince pressed her back down: "Miriah is our Assab's strategist. Assab is able to resist foreign enemies, and Miriah has made great contributions. The old lady gave birth to such an excellent son as Miriah, and she is a great hero of Assab. There is no need for her to pay respects to a prince like me who has accomplished nothing."

He patted the old lady's hand and made way for the imperial physician.

The imperial physician sat by the bedside, his hand on the old lady's pulse, his expression growing increasingly grave: "This is an external pathogen invading the body, for at least ten years. It's a miracle she's lived this long; her body is already depleted. Even if she were Hua Tuo reincarnated, she wouldn't live more than three months..."

Miriam's wife hurriedly asked, "What did the royal physician mean?"

Cheng Wanwan smiled and said, "The imperial physician said that if he had come to examine my pulse earlier, I would have been cured long ago, but it's not too late now."

"I can only prescribe a remedy to exorcise the evil spirits," the imperial physician said. "Combined with acupuncture and physical therapy, it might help the patient suffer less in the last few months."

“Although this disease can be cured, it’s a bit tricky.” Cheng Wanwan looked at Miria’s wife. “The main problem is that the medicinal ingredient is hard to find.”

She had just observed the old lady and concluded that she likely had pneumonia.

Ordinary pneumonia can be cured with oral antibiotics or antibacterial drugs. Although there may be some aftereffects, it is still better than being in such a miserable state.

Lady Miria said, "My husband can find any medicinal herb that can be named. Please tell me, Lady Sui."

"The medicinal guide is the heart's blood of the true dragon emperor." Cheng Wanwan made up a story on the spot. "The heart's blood is the foundation of life. If it is taken away, the true dragon emperor will either be bedridden for a long time or die. That's why I said the medicinal guide is hard to find."

Lady Miriam instinctively looked at the prince.

The prince pursed his lips and remained silent.

"No, no!" The old lady waved her hand on the bed. "The king is the king of Asab, the king of all the people. I am a dying man and I am not worthy to use the king's heart's blood. This matter shall be as if it never happened. You must not tell Milia, do you hear me?"

Mrs. Miriam quickly reassured the old lady, "Alright, alright, we won't tell him."

The imperial physician couldn't understand what they were saying at all. One of them sat down, wrote out a prescription, and handed it over.

Cheng Wanwan wrote another prescription in Assab language, instructing, "This prescription can reduce cough and chest pain. Please take this prescription first, Madam."

Leaving the strategist's residence, the prince asked uncertainly, "Is Lady Romilia really not going to tell the strategist?"

"How could that be?" Cheng Wanwan shook her head with a smile. "Everyone on this street saw you bring the imperial physician to our door. The strategist isn't stupid; he can find out with a little investigation. A filial person wouldn't miss any opportunity for treatment. We'll just wait."

The prince continued, "Can the blood of the true dragon emperor truly cure this? What if something happens to my father...?"

Seizing military power was important, but for him, his father's health was more important, and he did not want to pay for it with his father's life...

"It's just an act, Your Highness, you don't need to take it seriously," Cheng Wanwan said. "At most three days, the strategist will definitely go to the palace to request the King's blood. Although the strategist has a request to the royal family, you must remember not to have a conflict with the strategist, and even more so, not to take the opportunity to make demands... Prince Alexander maintains his subordinates through interests, so you have to find another way, understand?"

The prince opened his eyes wide as if struck by a sudden enlightenment.

He finally understood why this woman could become the second-rank Lady Sui of the Great Yu Dynasty, and he finally understood why the Great Yu Dynasty was so powerful... If women are so intelligent, what about men?

If he had even a fraction of Lady Sui's wisdom, he wouldn't have ended up in such a passive situation.