From childhood, they received the most rigorous training, and every word, action, and gesture was strictly in accordance with royal rules.
He exudes a deep-seated rigor and composure, as if every movement has been meticulously crafted.
That restrained, solemn aura is like a pine tree in winter, resilient and dignified, inspiring awe.
But the two people in front of me were completely different. They exuded an indescribable and eerie aura.
Like a strange meteor suddenly appearing in the night sky, it was completely out of place in the solemn and dignified Hall of Mental Cultivation, which symbolized the supreme imperial power.
Every glance and every subtle movement of theirs revealed a cunning and mystery that did not belong to the court, as if they were hiding an unspeakable secret.
However, if the Emperor was truly safe and sound, how could these two people appear so brazenly and openly in the heavily guarded Hall of Mental Cultivation?
The Hall of Mental Cultivation has always been heavily guarded, like an impregnable fortress, making it extremely difficult for ordinary people to even get close.
But now, these two are showing up here so brazenly.
The mystery surrounding this was like a thick fog, tightly enveloping Xuan Ying and leaving him utterly bewildered.
At this moment, the emperor's breathing was steady, and his chest rose and fell rhythmically.
The even breathing echoed in the silent hall, and at first glance, there was nothing obviously amiss.
But this seemingly calm exterior only fueled the growing doubts in Xuan Ying's heart, which spread like wildfire, making him feel as if he were in a vast fog.
All around was chaos, making it impossible to discern directions or know where to begin unraveling these mysteries.
Xuan Ying frowned slightly, his two sword-like eyebrows tightly knitted together, like two opposing mountain peaks.
A thoughtful glint flashed in his deep eyes, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky—brief yet bright.
After a moment of contemplation, he knew he could not judge based on appearances alone and had to investigate the emperor's condition further.
He reached out his hand quietly, his movements as gentle as a spring breeze, slowly brushing against the flowers, as if afraid of disturbing the emperor.
He slowly lifted the brocade quilt covering the emperor. The quilt was exquisitely embroidered, and the silk threads shimmered faintly in the dim light.
The golden dragon embroidered on it is so lifelike that it seems ready to take flight at any moment.
The touch was soft, yet it couldn't mask the heavy atmosphere. He then placed his hand on the Emperor's wrist and began to take his pulse.
Although Xuan Ying was not an expert in pharmacology, she learned some basic pulse diagnosis knowledge from Ling Wei and others out of natural curiosity about medicine.
At that time, those obscure and difficult pulse diagnosis theories were nothing more than an interesting pastime for him in his spare time. He found them novel and interesting, so he carefully memorized them.
Unexpectedly, it came in very handy at this critical juncture.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, intently sensing the pulse throbbing through his fingertips.
As time went by, his expression gradually became solemn, like the sky before a storm, overcast and dark.
The pulse was like tangled threads, completely irregular, with a strange feeling about it, as if a mysterious force was secretly disrupting the normal order of the pulse.
Although he found it difficult to accurately describe in professional terms why the pulse was so peculiar.
But based on his existing knowledge and keen intuition, he was already certain that the emperor must have been poisoned.
However, he had no clue what this poison was, where it came from, or what its characteristics were.
This cast a thick shadow over his heart, as if a huge boulder was pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe.
Xuan Ying sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry endless worry and helplessness.
He was secretly worried about the emperor's safety, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
After thinking for a moment, he reached to his waist and took out a small jade bottle.
This small jade bottle is exquisitely shaped, lustrous and translucent, like a dazzling pearl.
In the dim light, it exudes a soft and mysterious glow, as if it contains endless vitality and hope.
The bottles contained incredibly precious spiritual spring water. This spiritual spring water was given to them by Qin Qianluo; everyone received a small bottle, just in case.
Xuan Ying carefully opened the bottle stopper, and with a soft "pop," a refreshing scent instantly filled the air.
The air seemed to carry the freshness of the mountains and forests and the warmth of the earth, making people feel relaxed and happy.
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