A doctor? Jiang Changle was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, followed by disdain. He had originally thought the doctor was someone of high status, but it turned out to be just a lowly doctor, or to put it bluntly, nothing more than a servant.
Having acquired some medical skills, he thinks he's in charge; what a joke.
Thinking of this, Jiang Changle's eyes flashed with a mixture of irony and anger at being deceived. He was just an ordinary citizen, yet he dared to be so arrogant in the palace, parading around in plain brocade. He was nothing more than a vain commoner.
Thinking of his jealousy and suspicions just now, Jiang Changle felt a burning anger at being deceived, and his gaze toward the woman in green grew increasingly cold.
The woman in green, also known as Wuyou, felt a gaze fall on her and that continued for a while. She couldn't help but look into the distance and immediately spotted the woman in the bright blue overalls who stood out in the crowd.
The woman's stunning beauty was not what caught Wuyou's attention. She was slightly speechless but mostly calm. She hadn't expected to encounter her again after three years of peaceful life.
"Dr. Jiang, what's wrong?" Xiao Li, who was leading the way, saw Wuyou stop and hurriedly asked, his tone full of caution and flattery.
"It's nothing, I just think I ran into someone who seems familiar. Don't worry about it too much, and don't tell others and cause trouble." Wuyou withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward, her eyes deep and her tone unfathomable.
Xiao Li Zi naturally understood Wu You's meaning: she didn't want her master to know. But he was just a servant; how could he deceive his master? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel bitter inside.
This Dr. Jiang is truly an extraordinary person. He has superb medical skills, yet he is neither interested in fame nor fortune. He remains indifferent to everything, even when faced with things that women all over the world crave. He is indeed an extraordinary person.
The attitude towards these eunuchs was indifferent, unlike the fawning, disgust, and contempt shown by others. This attitude actually made them more at ease, making them feel like they were living as human beings, rather than as dispensable objects.
Wuyou was naturally unaware of Xiao Li's inner thoughts. He simply carried his medicine chest to the very center of the palace, which was also the sleeping quarters of the supreme emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty—the Wuliang Hall.
As the emperor's sleeping quarters, the magnificence of the Wuliang Hall is undeniable. Exquisite dragon patterns adorn every corner, so lifelike they seem ready to come to life at any moment, a blend of luxury and refinement. Looking up, one sees a square plaque, the three characters "Wuliang Hall" in bold, flamboyant calligraphy gleaming in the sunlight, asserting its presence with an air of dominance, just like its owner.
"Doctor Jiang, His Majesty has been waiting for a long time. Please come in with me." The chief eunuch Sanxi, who was waiting at the door, stepped forward quickly and gestured with his whisk.
"Thank you for your trouble." Wuyou nodded in gratitude, then strode in familiarly and headed towards the inner hall.
Sanxi and the others did not follow, believing that their master did not want them to go in either. As devoted servants, they naturally had to be anxious for their master, think what their master was thinking, and certainly not cause their master any distress.
Inside the Beamless Hall, there is a lush bamboo forest. The wind blows gently, rustling softly, and nature's music plays naturally. Accompanied by the fragrance of bamboo, it is refreshing and calming.
The tranquil bamboo forest made Wuyou pause for a moment to admire it. The perfect harmony between people and scenery made it seem as if she would turn into smoke and disappear at any moment.
"Wuyou, you've come." A tall man in a light blue casual robe approached slowly, his handsome face full of smiles, but his eyes were filled with fear. He almost thought the other person was about to disappear. The fear he felt was something he had never experienced before, and it was also a defeat he had never felt before.
Emperor Zhou Xuan, also known as Zhou Huaijin, had a tender expression on his face. His dark eyes were filled with carefree figures, so full that there was no room for anything else. The deep affection in his eyes was almost enough to drown one in his gentle embrace.
He was handsome with strong features, and although he was older, he didn't look old. He exuded the charm of a mature man and the domineering aura of an emperor. Being stared at intently by such an outstanding man was enough to make any woman blush and her heart race. Even Wuyou, who was cold and aloof, felt her heart skip a beat.
She had a very special feeling towards Zhou Huaijin—a comfortable, familiar feeling, a familiarity that made her feel intoxicated. Therefore, when he expressed his love for her, she didn't explicitly reject him, all because this intoxicating familiarity made her unwilling and unable to refuse.
"I heard you weren't feeling well, so Sister Minghua asked me to come and check on you." Wuyou's tone was slightly helpless. How could she let her sworn sister stop being so enthusiastic about playing matchmaker for her? She was waiting for an answer online, it was urgent.
"Sister is indeed making a fuss over nothing. I just caught a slight cold. Thank you for your help." Zhou Huaijin's eyes were smiling. His sister understood him best and was always there to help him make connections.
"Let me take your pulse. You've only recently recovered, so you still need to take good care of yourself." Wuyou didn't answer, but placed her hand on Zhou Huaijin's wrist. Because he had fought on the battlefield and expanded territory in his younger years, Zhou Huaijin had a chronic ailment. Every winter, his knees would ache terribly, which, while not fatal, was unbearable.
Princess Minghua was well aware of her younger brother's condition. Having finally found a renowned physician, she naturally rushed to recommend him to Zhou Huaijin, never expecting to inadvertently benefit her own brother. Zhou Huaijin valued talent, and over time, a certain affection developed between them. Wuyou appeared aloof, but she didn't overly reject Zhou Huaijin.
Those who served Zhou Huaijin all knew that Wuyou was the future mistress, the apple of her eye, and also a highly skilled and talented physician. They served her with utmost care, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. If it weren't for Wuyou's dislike, Zhou Huaijin would probably have spread the word far and wide, so that no one would dare to covet Wuyou.
"I know you still care about me." Zhou Huaijin smiled sweetly, his tone becoming increasingly gentle. Wuyou swallowed the words she was about to say. Oh well, let him be happy! As for whether he had feelings for Zhou Huaijin, he himself couldn't say for sure. The only thing he was certain of was that he didn't want to hurt him.
"I'll prescribe some medicine for you first. Take it every day, don't be stubborn. I'll come see you again in a while." He took out a prescription and some bottles and jars from his medicine box and handed them to Zhou Huaijin, his tone caring and untroubled.
"Wuyou, where are you going?" Zhou Huaijin was startled and quickly grasped the key point in Wuyou's words.
“Some things should have been dealt with a long time ago, and it’s about time they were put off until now. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine, and you don’t need to get involved. If I need your help, I will definitely ask, and I won’t stand on ceremony.” Wuyou chuckled, a touch of sweetness rising in her heart. So this is what it feels like to be cared for.
"Okay." Looking into Wuyou's eyes, Zhou Huaijin knew he couldn't stop her, so he could only nod slowly and firmly, take Wuyou's hand, and couldn't help but nag like a mother hen.
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