Huo Jin nodded, and Bai Yan then leaned gently against him, patting his face reassuringly: "You don't need to find any famous doctors. Believe me, I'm better than those famous doctors."
Huo Jin lowered his eyes, met her bright black eyes, and nodded emphatically.
"Then tell me what's wrong with you and how you feel when it flares up?" Bai Yan asked. She had just taken Huo Jin's pulse. Although his meridians were disordered, there were no signs of poisoning, and it wasn't an incurable disease.
Huo Jin honestly began his story from before he was born: "The late emperor was incompetent and tyrannical. My birth mother was the daughter of an old minister who was killed by the late emperor. Her whole family was confiscated, and because of her beauty, she was taken by the late emperor. She hated the late emperor so much that she tried to assassinate him. After failing, she was banished to the cold palace. She also hated me, her son who shared the same bloodline as the late emperor, and tried to kill me several times."
Bai Yan couldn't help but feel sorry for him, but Huo Jin just smiled and continued talking.
He survived by sheer luck and then lived with the crown prince, who was not favored by the late emperor.
The crown prince was almost ten years older than him and always took care of him. Later, the two went to the battlefield together. He made great contributions in battle, while his elder brother was always in poor health because he was harmed by a treacherous concubine when he was young.
In an accident on the battlefield, his elder brother died saving him.
Later, he killed the previous emperor and seized the throne.
Later, he developed a headache. When it flared up, he felt like ghosts were howling in his ears and all sorts of close relatives were coming to take his life. At first, it happened once every six months, but now it happens every month. Gradually, he lost all his reason, hurting himself and others, and was in unbearable pain.
Bai Yan listened attentively to all the details, then her gaze fell on the cold medicine soup that Empress Dowager Chu had brought. She reached out and took it, gently sniffing it...
Meanwhile, inside Cixi Palace
Empress Dowager Chu Xiuning is now thirty-two years old. As she is a widow, she dresses very simply.
A candle was lit in the night, illuminating Chu Xiuning's profile clearly. She was holding a book in her hand, testing her son Huo Yanjun's coursework.
"Your Majesty, Lady Chen, the wife of Marquis Chen, requests an audience," a palace maid reported, kneeling on the ground.
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