"...You, the people of Medical Valley, are dedicated to saving the world and saving the poor. Most of you provide free medical services to the general public. Why did you follow Prince Yi?"

"When I first left the valley, a patient stole all the silver I had on me. I almost starved to death. I felt that no matter who you are, you will be divided into good and bad people, so I might as well make my life more comfortable. So I followed Prince Yi in a rage."

Tu Yufan: "You are really adaptable."

…

Concubine Yue had no idea that a disaster was about to happen and was still stroking her belly with joy.

"I heard that Concubine Jin is not favored by His Majesty. She is of humble origin and was only a palace maid before. If the little prince in my belly is born, do you think His Majesty will be more looking forward to this child?"

The personal maid flattered: "Of course it will, your Majesty will be able to achieve your wish in due time!"

There was a smug smile on Yue Fei's lips.

"Madam, Manager Bai is gone."

Concubine Yue was delighted. Could it be that His Majesty was preparing to reward her? It would be great if he could make her a noble concubine.

Bai Lu walked in expressionlessly.

"Kick out all other irrelevant personnel!"

"Bai Xiaoxiao, what are you going to do?"

Bai Lu thought to himself, what a fool! The emperor is almost mad at her, but she is still happy.

"Pour the medicine in!"

Suddenly, several eunuchs rushed up, pinched Concubine Yue's chin, and poured a bowl of black medicine into her mouth.

Yue Fei's eyes were filled with horror.

Was she discovered? Impossible! She had done it so secretly that no one in the harem knew about it except her and even her confidants.

Previously, the Si family felt that His Majesty was old and it would be difficult for him to conceive a child, and he might die at any time. Therefore, they supported Concubine Yue's decision to use a surrogate mother as a womb child, and even used some connections.

…

Concubine Yue died silently in the harem, and as for the Si family, they could not escape the fate of being punished later. Zhao Yanchen's spirit was getting worse and worse.

Mo Changsen said several times that he was dying and discussed running away, but he just didn't have the courage to do so.

If Zhao Yanchen died, he would not worry about being implicated. In the end, Zhao Ren would succeed to the throne anyway, and he would be safe.

Speaking of which, Zhao Yanchen's original fate was to die ten years later. It seems that emotions do have a great impact on lifespan.

…

Afterwards, Zhao Yanchen stopped attending court for more than ten days due to poor health.

"Master Zhang, His Majesty wants you to come over."

These days, Tu Yufan and Mo Changsen have been observing the emperor's condition in a side hall and have not left the palace. Zhao Yanchen's condition has been fluctuating, and Tu Yufan is still thinking about when to kill him first to prevent him from asking these imperial doctors to be buried with him in advance.

Tu Yufan walked next to Zhao Yanchen. He looked much better, as if he had a last burst of vitality.

His voice was somewhat dejected: "I don't think I will live for many days, right?"

"How could that be? Your Majesty must be a long-lived person and will surely recover soon."

Zhao Yanchen sneered: "Doctor Mo's eyes clearly show what's wrong. He seems to be quite nervous these days. He is probably worried about being buried with the deceased."

Tu Yufan glanced at Mo Changsen: a guy who is more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything.

"Tell me the truth. Was you the mysterious person who delivered the letter? And you hid everything that happened afterwards."

Zhao Yanchen's expression was unclear and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

Seeing his confident look, Tu Yufan admitted it openly.

"Yes, Your Majesty, you should thank me. Thanks to me for reminding you that you would not have lived in deception all your life."