Xiao Yi was also surprised, "Could it be that your man broke into the palace early this morning to arrest the imperial physician?"

Yun Qingluo's eyes flashed as she looked at Mo Beichen.

This actually seems to be something Mo Beichen would do.

Back when he was still in the Prince's mansion, he frequently went to the palace to have the imperial physician examine his pulse.

There was even one time when she knew Mo Beili had ulterior motives, but she still went after him anyway.

So much so that Mo Beichen secretly entered the palace in the middle of the night to bring in the imperial physician and secretly take her pulse.

According to Xiao Yi, Mo Beichen suspected that she had mental problems.

These were things that Xiao Yi witnessed but whom I couldn't contact in my previous life.

Mo Beichen nodded helplessly, "I went to the palace of the Xuancang Dynasty."

The tone was as casual and relaxed as if he were saying the weather was nice today.

But this shocked Yun Qingluo.

"When did you become familiar with the king of the Xuancang Dynasty?" Yun Qingluo asked in a shocked tone.

"We met once before," Mo Beichen said succinctly, seemingly unwilling to mention it.

Subconsciously, she resisted Yun Qingluo interfering in the affairs of the Xuancang Dynasty.

Although Xuanming is not like a tyrannical and unreasonable king, he is by no means a kind person.

It's best to avoid dealing with this kind of person as much as possible.

Moreover, Xuanming was also one of the culprits who caused Yun Qingluo to become like this.

The palace wasn't something Mo Beichen insisted on going to in the first place.

Yun Qingluo's tone turned somber, "Achen."

Upon hearing those two simple words, Mo Beichen's expression changed slightly. He sighed and said, "It's not that I intentionally kept it from you, but why bother listening to such trivial matters?"

Upon hearing this, Yun Qingluo and Xiao Yi both fell into self-doubt.

"Are we really that ignorant?" Xiao Yi began to doubt the system.

Yun Qingluo said, "I don't know. Is it something to do to run wild on someone else's turf?"

Seeing Yun Qingluo's silence, Mo Beichen assumed she was angry.

"If you want to hear it, I'll tell you." Mo Beichen sat down on the edge of the bed, took Yun Qingluo's hand, and confessed honestly.

This morning.

Seeing that Yun Qingluo was not sleeping soundly, he decided to go out and find a doctor to take a look at her.

He also wanted to double-check his diagnosis from yesterday, as he was still worried that he might have made a mistake.

When he came out of the first pharmacy, a bodyguard delivered a message to him.

Mo Beichen recognized it as the shadow beside Xuan Ming.

"His Highness wishes to invite you to the Imperial Physician," Shadow said, clasping his hands in a fist salute to Mo Beichen.

He was worried that Mo Beichen wouldn't go, so he added the last three words.

Mo Beichen glanced at the bustling street and was secretly amazed: the news was so accurate; he had just left the shop and the news was already out the door.

On the continent of Sumeru, whether he was emperor or regent, news never traveled this fast.

At this moment, Mo Beichen witnessed once again the gap between the two continents.

But Mo Beichen didn't care; he had already seen the quacks at the Imperial Hospital.

You can fool ordinary people, but you can't fool them.

Mo Beichen ignored him, didn't say a word, and walked around him to the next shop.

Shadow was taken aback, not expecting the king of the Sumeru Continent to have such a stubborn temper.

He quickly followed and added, "It's the head of the Imperial Medical Academy. He was the one who selected those medicinal herbs before sending them over."

He made this statement on his own initiative.

All we need to do is invite the person to the palace to see His Highness.

As for who in the Imperial Medical Academy it is, that's a minor matter.

This was the second time Mo Beichen had set off on his journey to the palace.

Unlike the first time, this time he was invited there openly and legitimately.

Upon arriving at the palace, Xuanming remained the same as always.

He's very sick and about to die, but he's not dead yet.

I don't know if it's a real illness or a fake one.

Mo Beichen recalled his experience of faking illness after recovering from his illness.

I couldn't help but have some doubts about Xuanming's illness.

"You've arrived." Xuanming's tone was gentle, as if he had been waiting for him.

Mo Beichen remained silent.

Mo Yu, who was following beside him, twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Damn, acting all sentimental.

We met once not long ago, and this is only the second time we've met. Is it really necessary for us to be so familiar with each other?

Mo Yu silently made a mental note of Xuan Ming's actions, feeling that this man had ulterior motives towards his master.

Their motives are impure.

Mo Beichen raised his chin in greeting.

He really didn't want to bother dealing with Xuanming; it would be best if they just kept to themselves.

Why do you keep staring at him when you have nothing better to do all day?

Xuanming didn't care about Mo Beichen's attitude. He said to the shadow beside him, "Send someone to the Imperial Hospital to inform the head of the hospital to go back with him later."

Shadow nodded without surprise, accepted the order, and left.

Seeing this, Mo Beichen slightly raised his hand to Mo Yu, who was standing to the side.

Mo Yu withdrew.

The door closed, leaving only Mo Beichen and Xuan Ming inside the bedchamber.

Mo Beichen stood not far from the door, staring at Xuan Ming and asking, "Did you need something?"

Xuanming smiled faintly, "Since King Sumeru has come to my Xuancang Dynasty, I should treat him well."

The implication is: Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?

Mo Beichen had a bit of a headache. "Just say what you have to say."

Xuanming's smile faded, and his voice was indifferent, "I've heard that King Sumeru has been traveling around lately, building up his own power base?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen's eyes flashed with wariness, but his expression remained unchanged.

He knew from the moment he started doing this that it wouldn't escape his notice.

Otherwise, the prosperity of the Xuancang Dynasty over the years would be a joke.

After all, if a dynasty builds up its own power on a large scale right under the nose of a monarch without the monarch's knowledge, then that dynasty is doomed.

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