However, Leng Yue did not remain unconscious for long this time and was quickly treated by the imperial physician.

Leng Yue opened her eyes and looked at the old man in front of her. "Who are you?"

"Hehe, Your Majesty has forgotten, I am Feng Qingzhuo, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy." Feng Qingzhuo chuckled, appearing with an air of otherworldly wisdom.

"What's wrong with me?" Leng Yue asked, trying to sit up.

Feng Qingzhuo pressed Leng Yue down, "Your Majesty, please be patient for now. It's not too late to proceed after this old minister has taken the needles."

Upon hearing Feng Zhuoqing's words, Leng Yue remembered that he had just applied something to her face—it was a silver needle!

Suddenly, Leng Yue's expression froze. "Director Feng, do I have needles in my face too?"

"It's only on your forehead, Your Majesty, rest assured, this old minister has not harmed your appearance." Feng Qingzhuo smiled knowingly, as if his words had a hidden meaning.

After thinking about it carefully, Leng Yue realized that Feng Qingzhuo also had the surname Feng. Could it be related to Empress Dowager Feng? Besides, it is said that traditional Chinese medicine practitioners can tell the sex of a child by taking their pulse. If he could hide this for so many years, what else could it be but someone in the Imperial Hospital?

"Director Feng, what's wrong with me?" Leng Yue clearly remembered that she hadn't done anything dangerous this time. As for the food, Qingluan was in charge, and everything had been inspected before she ate it. How could she have fainted?

"Oh, it's nothing. His Majesty just ate too fast and choked earlier, so he's just short of qi and blood. He just needs to rest for a while, so there's no need to worry." Feng Qingzhuo said as she inserted acupuncture needles into Leng Yue.

Leng Yue kept her eyes closed, too nervous to move, afraid that if he shook his hand, the pin might not be pulled out and instead go in even deeper.

"Alright, His Majesty has rested a bit and taken the medicine, so he's fine now." Feng Qingzhuo began packing his medicine box. "The prescription has been given to Miss Qingluan, and she should be here soon."

Sure enough, speak of the devil and he appears. No sooner had Feng Zhuoqing finished speaking than Qingluan came over with the medicine. "Your Majesty, please rise and drink your medicine!"

For some reason, Leng Yue felt that Qing Luan's words had a similar effect to "Big Brother, it's time to drink your medicine." Therefore, Leng Yue, who already didn't want to drink medicine, now wanted it even less.

"I...I don't want to drink it, I'm fine now." Leng Yue tried to avoid it.

"Your Majesty, how can you get better if you don't take your medicine?" Qingluan coaxed softly. "After you finish your medicine, if Your Majesty is afraid of the bitterness, I have prepared your favorite candied fruit."

Leng Yue shook her head again, "I...I just don't want to drink! As Dr. Feng just said, I just need to rest. I'll rest now!" Leng Yue said, pulling the blanket over herself to lie down.

"Professor Feng, what do you think of this?" Qingluan asked Feng Qingzhuo.

Feng Qingzhuo wasn't in a hurry. He simply stopped packing his medicine box. "Your Majesty, if you don't like taking medicine, that's fine. I'll just come here more often every day."

Leng Yue sat up and looked at Feng Qingzhuo, "What brings Dean Feng here?"

"Alas, Your Majesty, you are unaware that this deficiency of qi and blood can be treated either with medicine or with acupuncture. Since you are unwilling to take medicine, acupuncture is the only option left. However, acupuncture is relatively slow, so this old minister will have to do it a few more times." Feng Qingzhuo spoke eloquently, and if Leng Yue were a child, she would have truly believed him.

But the problem now is, what can she do even if she doesn't believe it? Judging from Feng Qingzhuo and Qingluan's attitude, they won't give up until they achieve their goal.

Helpless, Leng Yue could only play along and continue the charade. "Alright, alright, I'll drink my medicine!"

"Qingluan, bring the medicine over," Leng Yue said to Qingluan with a frown.

"Yes," Qingluan replied as she came to Lengyue's side and helped her drink her medicine. "Your Majesty, please take your time."

Leng Yue pinched her nose and gulped it down in one go, "So bitter, Qingluan..."

Qingluan understood and quickly put a candied fruit into Lengyue's mouth. The sweetness of the candied fruit masked the slight bitterness of the medicine, and Lengyue's brows relaxed a little.

Seeing this, Feng Qingzhuo bowed and said, "Your Majesty, please rest well. This old minister will now take his leave."

Leng Yue waved her hand, "Please go ahead, Dean Feng."

After Feng Qingzhuo left, Qingluan asked, "Your Majesty, would you like to rest?"

Leng Yue shook her head. "I've been resting since yesterday, and now I can't sleep. Qing Luan, sit here and talk to me...

Qingluan responded softly and sat down on the low stool beside the bed. "What does Your Majesty want to say?"

"Yesterday...who tried to kill me? Was the assassin caught?" Leng Yue was puzzled. She was now the emperor, so how come she was almost killed yesterday, yet no one was paying attention to the assassin incident today?

Qingluan lowered her head and knelt on the ground. "Your Majesty, it's all my fault. I failed to protect you. I deserve to die!"

"Qingluan, don't be like this. I don't mean to blame you. I just want to know about this! You know, I'm like a dispensable person in this palace. Who can I ask?" Leng Yue's voice was weak and sounded pitiful. "Get up. In this palace, if I don't trust you, who can I trust? Don't be so reserved. There are no outsiders here now, let's just pretend we're having a casual chat."

"Yes," Qingluan replied obediently and sat back down. "Your Majesty, if there's anything you want to know, this servant will ask Guard Zhan. He should know."

Leng Yue glanced at Qing Luan, "Since you don't know, that's fine. It'll save you from unnecessary trouble."

Qingluan remained silent upon hearing Leng Yue's words. Seeing her like this, Leng Yue couldn't help but sigh. Qingluan looked mature beyond her years, but was actually only fifteen or sixteen. However, having spent so long in the palace, she had lost all her childishness.

That makes sense when you think about it. In this ruthless place, how many people survive without their own tricks? Let alone these palace maids, even princes and princesses probably wouldn't remain naive. That's just how the imperial harem is!

"Qingluan, do you miss home?" Lengyue looked at the tent and suddenly spoke after a long silence.

Qingluan shook her head, "This servant does not wish to. Being able to accompany the Emperor is the greatest blessing for this servant."

Leng Yue glanced at Qing Luan with amusement, "What good fortune? I myself am barely surviving, sigh, I'm really afraid of what might happen..."

"Your Majesty, please don't say that!" Qingluan stopped Lengyue and gestured that there were ears on the other side of the wall.

Leng Yue understood and nodded, "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Even if I really do... I'll still send you out of the palace!"

Zhao Dai had genuinely considered this matter. She was aware of her awkward situation, and she knew that if the truth came out one day, Qingluan would definitely not be able to escape. Therefore, Zhao Dai had long wanted to send Qingluan and Zhan Wudi away.

Unfortunately, Zhao Dai had no real power, so he could only think about it in his heart.

"Your Majesty, I will stay with you forever. Wherever you are, I will be there!" Qingluan's face showed no joy. "My mother is gone, and I only have my father, stepmother, and younger brother. They won't like me!"

After listening, Leng Yue didn't know what to say. Qingluan's mother was gone, and no one cared about her. But what about Zhao Dai? Even if he had a mother, wasn't he also without anyone to care for him?