Hearing Ren Yuanzhi's words, the butler asked with some curiosity, "Is Master Qingfeng's medical skill really that good?"

As Ren Yuanzhi prepared the medicine, he said, "I can cure your young master's illness, but even if he is cured, he will be bedridden for many years and will need to take medicine constantly. But he can guarantee that your young master will be no different from an ordinary person."

The steward was greatly surprised, for he knew of Doctor Ren's great reputation in Xuanjing.

Even he was ashamed of himself; Master Qingfeng was indeed a medical sage reborn.

"But he looks..."

Ren Yuanzhi chuckled and picked up on his words, "But he doesn't look very old, does he?"

The butler nodded; Hua Rong was not yet twenty.

Ren Yuanzhi said meaningfully, "His mentor was Master Guiyuan of Jingyang Temple, and he traveled all over the Qin and grasslands in the past three years, plus he is naturally intelligent."

Ren Yuanzhi turned around, his tone wistful, "Sometimes, you have to admit it. Some people are just born to do this kind of work, and one year of their skills is equivalent to ten or twenty years of others'."

The steward returned to the manor with mixed feelings and told Prime Minister Tu what he had heard from Ren Yuanzhi.

After hearing this, Prime Minister Tu paced back and forth in his study for a long time before saying, "It seems that Master Qingfeng came to me because His Majesty wanted to burn down and kill everyone at Jingyang Temple."

"So, what does the master intend to do? Will he simply refuse Master Qingfeng?"

"No." Prime Minister Tu shook his head, his expression complex. "Master Qingfeng did not use this matter to threaten me, which shows his magnanimity. If I were to refrain from contributing simply to protect myself, I would be letting down my ancestors!"

After saying this, he bathed and changed his clothes, then rode in a carriage into the palace, intending to once again dissuade Emperor Xuanxiao from burning down temples and exterminating monks.

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A grand dream spanning thirty years.

Shen Xu'an woke up in the Guangtai Palace a month ago.

But I still often feel disoriented, afraid that if I fall asleep again, I will be back in the ghostly underworld.

In his dream, his thirty-eight years on the throne were just like these eight years, during which he was diligent in his duties and devoted himself to ensuring the peace and prosperity of the Qin Dynasty and the well-being of its people.

It can be said that he lived up to the trust placed in him by the ancestors of the Qin Dynasty and the dying words of his father, dedicating everything he had to the Qin Dynasty.

However, the world was unfair to him.

He died from a deadly poison administered by the woman he loved. At the moment of his death, countless insects gnawed at his heart, causing him excruciating pain for eighty-one days before he finally succumbed.

At that moment, the woman he loved calmly watched his face contort in pain and poured out her love for another man, word by word.

"Bang—" The vase next to it was swept away, the sound was jarring.

"His Majesty!"

The voice of the eunuch Changqing calmed Shen Xu'an down considerably.

He sat on the dragon throne, his expression aloof and indifferent: "I have nothing to do."

Changqing breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to scold the young eunuch in front of him.

“You’ve been with us for quite a while now, how come you still haven’t learned your lesson? What else could Prime Minister Tu be going to do at this time besides the Jingyang Temple matter?”

"As for that matter, His Majesty has already made up his mind. If we let the Prime Minister in now, this veteran of two reigns will be fine, but you will probably lose your life!"

The young eunuch turned pale and bowed deeply in thanks: "Thank you for your guidance, Eunuch Changqing. I will now go and refuse the Prime Minister."

Changqing flicked his whisk at the young eunuch's head again: "Don't you know what kind of person the Prime Minister is? You just refuse him like this, and he'll just make a scene in the palace as usual, which will alarm His Majesty again!"

"Please enlighten me, sir!"

"Why don't you just tell him that His Majesty went to the inner palace?"

Upon hearing this, the young eunuch slapped himself on the head.

Yes, the current emperor has been on the throne for eight years, working diligently to govern the country, and has paid little attention to the harem.

Even now, despite having many concubines in the harem, there is only one eldest princess.

The old ministers in the court would mutter a few words about the imperial heir every day. If he told the prime minister this, even if the prime minister was unhappy, he probably wouldn't ask any more questions.

After all, the imperial harem is equivalent to the imperial heirs, and the imperial heirs are equivalent to the empire.

The country is of utmost importance; everything else must come second.

When Prime Minister Tu returned to his residence, he was in low spirits and went to bed early, not even paying attention to his unfilial son.

Upon receiving the news, Hua Rong knew that the path through the Prime Minister's residence was blocked.

What on earth has gotten into Xu An? Didn't he regard Jingyang Temple as the foremost national temple in his previous life? Why is he now ordering the burning of the temple and the extermination of the monks?

Hua Rong was lost in thought when she accidentally pierced Tu Zijun's legs with a silver needle.

"ah!"

A loud shout rang out in the Prime Minister's residence.

The owner of that cry seemed to have endured the most severe torture in the world.

The sheer scale of the tragedy caused the Prime Minister's residence, which had been darkened, to be illuminated as brightly as day in an instant.

Hua Rong looked at the young man on the bed with a ferocious face, silently pulled out the needle, and let out another loud scream!

"You—"

Hua Rong directly pressed Tu Zijun's acupoints for stabilizing his speech and speech, and then quickly applied the needles.

He offered a half-hearted thank you: "Sorry, my hand was shaking."

Tu Zijun's eyes widened even more, and Hua Rong finally saw what he looked like.

Even with his hair disheveled and his face showing signs of illness, he was still handsome.

The skin was not dull due to illness; under the light, it seemed to shimmer with a flowing luster.

His wide eyes gleamed.

He's so handsome he doesn't look like a man at all!

This demeanor surpassed that of anyone Hua Rong had ever seen before.

She leaned closer to him, their eyes met, their breaths mingled, and their noses almost touched.

She ignored his sudden stiffening: "You—" So beautiful!

A series of knocks on the door interrupted Hua Rong's words of praise.

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