He appeared indifferent, but that was simply because he didn't want to add to the psychological burden of those around him.

The retired emperor calmly stroked his beard.

“Since you had no prior contact, the medicine she casually gave you should be effective for many ailments.”

Fu Ziyu's face tightened.

He was about to speak when the Emperor Emeritus waved his hand away.

"You should know how precious medicine that can cure terminal illnesses is, yet she can give it to you so easily. This means she has some on hand, or knows where to get it. In other words, if this medicine can only treat your symptoms, it means she was prepared in advance and was just waiting for you to come to her."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Ziyu's palm tightened, and he blurted out the words without thinking.

"My sister isn't like that!"

After saying that, he realized what he had said and his face turned pale again.

The retired emperor raised an eyebrow, looking at him with interest.

Fu Ziyu hurriedly stood up to apologize for his lapse in composure, but did not forget to emphasize.

"Sister Yun is upright and honest, not a scheming person. Moreover, she doesn't care about power, status, or money. Giving me the pills was just out of compassion."

The retired emperor found it increasingly amusing to see him so protective of Yun Zhiyi.

If what is presented on the surface is true, the two have only known each other for a few days.

The little guy actually respected and revered her so much, just because she saved his life?

Thinking of the people on West Street, and Sun Pengju's effusive praise for her.

It seems that everyone who has interacted with her speaks highly of her.

Fu Ziyu was afraid that they would immediately come to him seeking medical treatment and medicine.

He gritted his teeth and offered his suggestion.

"Yes, or perhaps I should go and ask her first if there is any medicine that can cure Uncle San?"