The man kneeling below was so thin that his blue court robe was noticeably too big for him. His kneeling posture revealed his slender waist, which was unusual for a man. His broad shoulders and long legs made his waist appear even thinner and gave him an air of inexplicable charm, making one wonder if he could be fully embraced with a single reach.

Emperor Kangxi was slightly lost in thought. It seemed that Minister Lin had indeed lost a lot of weight due to his illness, but he still didn't look well.

However, he was only distracted for a short time and quickly came to his senses. "Get up."

Qingyin, having received the favor, thanked the emperor before returning to her seat.

Only then did Emperor Kangxi get a clear look at the face of his trusted confidant, who had returned from a long illness.

Unlike ordinary people, she was more like a snow lotus blooming in the winter snow, trembling and radiating the beauty of life, only to silently die when spring arrived.

It is a beauty that is overdrawn by death, gorgeous yet fragile. Even the slightest movement makes one want to support and help it.

"Lin Ruhai?" Emperor Kangxi couldn't help but ask.

Qingyin lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes casting shadows on her overly pale face. She smiled faintly, pretending to be the original owner of the body, and asked, "Your Majesty, what is it?"

Emperor Kangxi was stunned by the sight of the beautiful face before him and was speechless.

The handsome, sickly-looking minister before him lowered his head in disappointment, not daring to speak again.

This person gets more and more beautiful when he's sick? Emperor Kangxi wanted to treat this person as an imposter, but whether it was out of habit or the fact that he could see the shadow of the former Minister Lin in his face, he could tell that the person in front of him was Lin Ruhai.

Emperor Kangxi cleared his somewhat hoarse throat and asked with concern, "Ruhai, how have you been lately? Should I have the imperial physician come and take a look?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. The imperial physician says my health is currently fine." Just as he finished speaking, Qingyin's throat itched, and he couldn't help coughing. He hastily turned his head away, and warm blood spilled onto the side, the bright red blood a shocking sight on the clean ground. (From now on, Qingyin will be referred to as "he".)

Is this what you call "not bad"? Emperor Kangxi looked at Lin Ruhai in shock, and quickly helped the minister, who was weak after vomiting blood, up with his hands.

"Quickly summon the imperial physician."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Liang Jiugong, who had been watching this scene intently, also stared in shock at Lin Ruhai, who was vomiting blood. Upon hearing His Majesty's order, Liang Jiugong quickly withdrew.

"Your Majesty has gone to great lengths." Qingyin smiled bitterly, a few traces of blood still lingering at the corner of her mouth, which only made her face appear even more beautiful.

Although the situation was not right, Emperor Kangxi really wanted to say that Minister Lin now had a face that evoked both destructive desire and pity, and even though he was sexually attracted to women, he couldn't help but be obsessed with that face.

"If only Lin Aiqing were a woman," Emperor Kangxi thought. The person he held in his arms was too thin. Although she was smaller than him, her bone structure was clearly different from that of a woman. While waiting, a light fragrance lingered around his nose. He unconsciously moved his nose. The fragrance was very light, like morning dew hanging on fallen leaves at dawn. It was fresh, elegant and very charming.

The closer you are to the person beneath you, the stronger the fragrance becomes.

When the imperial physician arrived, Kangxi seemed to wake from a dream, and ordered his servants to take Lin Ruhai while he stepped aside.

Lin Aiqing's face is truly bewitching; even people of normal gender are somewhat captivated by him.

Because of the awkwardness he had just experienced, Emperor Kangxi turned his head slightly away and stopped looking at Qingyin.

Qingyin, seemingly unaware of the situation, pretended to be weak and half-closed her eyes, staring at the imperial physician Jiang who was taking her pulse.

Jiang Lin, the imperial physician, was a handsome young man. Although he was surprised by the good looks of the person in front of him, Jiang Lin, despite being amazed by the emperor, still maintained his composure and rationality in front of the emperor. He took Qingyin's pulse with his ears turning red.

A minute later, a hint of sympathy and pity flashed in Jiang Lin's eyes.

Emperor Kangxi was not blind; he knew that his beloved minister Lin Ruhai's health was definitely not good.

Jiang Lin looked at everyone and seemed hesitant, unsure whether he should say it in front of the patient.

Qingyin understood his hesitation, and he smiled and said, "Physician Jiang, you can just say it directly. I know my own limits with this body."

Seeing that the patient himself was supportive, Imperial Physician Jiang no longer hesitated. "This gentleman's pulse is weak and barely perceptible. He must have been extremely tired before, resulting in a deficiency of Yang energy and a depletion of vital energy. If he does not rest and recuperate properly, he may not be able to last more than a few years."

Emperor Kangxi had not expected Lin Ruhai's health to be so poor. Moreover, the imperial physician's eyes were evasive and his words were already tactful. He feared that even if he were to be kept alive now, he probably wouldn't live much longer. When he heard the imperial physician Jiang mention the word "extremely exhausted," Emperor Kangxi automatically thought of the days when Ruhai had worked diligently for him. If it weren't for him, how could Ruhai have become so exhausted at such a young age?

Thinking about how Kangxi looked at Qingyin, he felt even more tenderness and heartache.

Qingyin, afraid that people would see the interest in his eyes, lowered her head, which only made people misunderstand that the terminally ill person was saddened to know about his condition.

Emperor Kangxi was one of them. He looked at the trembling Imperial Physician Jiang with a threatening gaze and said in a deep voice, "As long as Ru Hai's condition is well taken care of, he will get better."

Imperial Physician Jiang originally intended to tell the truth that even with careful care, the man's health would be difficult to recover, but he trembled under the Emperor's gaze and quickly changed his words: "If you take good care of Lord Lin's health and prepare some precious medicinal herbs, his vital energy will be replenished."

"Go to Liang Jiugong to get the medicinal herbs you need. Don't hold back. Treat Lin Aiqing well."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Jiang Lin was somewhat surprised, after all, Lin Ruhai was just a subject of His Majesty, and he did not expect His Majesty to be so generous.

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