Chapter 602 Suspicion
The chief physician was afraid of being blamed by the emperor, so he quickly explained the emperor's condition in detail, using only professional terms that left the emperor and Concubine Hui dizzy.
The emperor interrupted the imperial physician impatiently.
"Just tell me when I can recover from this illness."
The imperial physician was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe it off and could only speak carefully.
"It could take as little as a month or as long as a year."
The emperor became more and more dissatisfied: "You said so before. Now more than half a month has passed, and you still say so. Are you deliberately fooling me?!"
The Imperial Physician knelt down hurriedly and said, "I dare not, I am telling the truth!
Although Your Majesty only suffered minor injuries, you have lost too much blood and will need more time to recuperate in order to recover.
If Your Majesty wants to get better quickly, I have a way to help you.
But the dosage must be increased.
Your Majesty should know that all medicines are poisonous.
If you use too strong a medicine, it will harm your majesty's dragon body.
I think that we should focus on conditioning the body, supplemented by mild decoctions and medicines.
Although this will slow down recovery, it will not harm your majesty's dragon body.
In the long run, this is the best treatment for Your Majesty."
The emperor also had some knowledge of pharmacology.
He knew that what the imperial physician said made sense, but he was still anxious.
As the king of a country, he is always bedridden, which makes it easy for some people with bad intentions to take advantage of the situation.
He must recover as soon as possible.
The emperor suppressed his anxiety and said in a deep voice, "Get up."
The imperial physician stood up and quietly wiped the cold sweat from his head.
After taking the patient's pulse, the imperial physician withdrew.
The emperor still frowned and looked unhappy.
Concubine Hui talked about some interesting things in the palace, trying to make the emperor happy.
But the emperor was always absent-minded.
Gan Fu came in and asked what he wanted to eat for lunch.
The emperor had no appetite and didn't want to eat anything.
He frowned and said, "You guys can do whatever you want, just keep it light."
"Yes."
Exquisite meals were served on the table. These meals had been tested for poison by special personnel, but the emperor still had doubts.
Concubine Hui was very tactful. She used the excuse of being greedy to help the emperor taste all the dishes first.
The emperor watched her eat the food with his own eyes. After making sure that there was nothing unusual, he picked up the bowl and slowly drank the soup.
His appetite is really poor.
He only drank half a bowl of soup and couldn't drink any more.
Concubine Hui advised him to eat more.
Unfortunately it's useless.
It’s not that the emperor wasn’t hungry, he just had no appetite, and everything he ate tasted bland.
He was a little upset and said he wanted to be alone for a while.
Concubine Hui stood up and said in a gentle voice, "I will go to the side hall to rest for a while. Your Majesty, have a good rest. If you need anything, please summon me. I will be there whenever you call."
"Um."
As soon as Concubine Hui left, the emperor called Gan Fu over.
"Can you ask someone to check the imperial physician's order to see if there is anything unusual about him recently?"
"Yes."
Gan Fu took the order and left.
The Chief Physician was promoted by the emperor himself and is considered one of the emperor's confidants. The emperor should have great trust in him.
But the emperor has always been suspicious.
He even doubted his own son, let alone a mere imperial physician.
He was stabbed and injured on the city wall during the Dragon Boat Festival. Although he had purged the imperial guards and dealt with all suspicious people, the real culprit behind the scenes was still not caught.
The emperor was always feeling uneasy.
He touched the wound on his chest.
The wound has scabbed over and doesn't hurt much anymore.
But his physical condition is far worse than before.
Years of political struggle have given him an extremely keen sense of smell.
He suspected that he was being harmed by someone.
If his guess was true, then the people who could attack him without his knowledge were either the concubines who accompanied him every day or the people from the Imperial Hospital.
Those concubines depended on him for their lives, and if he died, those concubines would be buried with him.
They are not stupid enough to push themselves into a desperate situation.
Apart from them, the most suspicious person is the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The sun is setting.
At dusk, the wedding procession arrived at the Dingbei Marquis Mansion in a lively manner.
Bu Shengyan, wearing a bright red phoenix robe, walked out of the marquis's mansion with the help of the bridesmaid.
She covered her face with a fan, her long skirt winding down the steps, and the red gem on the top of the phoenix hairpin sparkled in the setting sun.
Marquis Dingbei stood at the gate of his mansion with a cane. He couldn't help but tear up as he watched his daughter getting farther and farther away from him.
From today on, the daughter he raised with great care will become a member of another family.
She has a husband and a new family.
She has a new support and no longer needs her father's protection.
While no one was paying attention, Marquis Dingyuan quietly wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
Amidst the laughter and joy, the bride got into the sedan chair carried by eight people.
The guests of the Marquis's Mansion joined the wedding procession, and with music and dance, they happily escorted the bride to the King of England's Palace.
The wedding process had already been arranged by the Ministry of Rites, and it was a very complicated one.
By the time they reached the last step, King Ying and Bu Shengyan were both exhausted.
But the King of England cannot rest yet.
He also had to go out to entertain the guests.
Bu Shengyan sat alone on the wedding bed, accompanied by a maid and a matchmaker.
The night outside was growing darker.
Bu Shengyan almost fell asleep while waiting.
The King of England is finally back.
As soon as he entered the room, the maid and the matchmaker tactfully withdrew.
The newlyweds were the only ones left in the house.
Bu Shengyan still maintained an upright sitting posture, holding a gold-painted fan in her hand, with the fan covering her face.
She lowered her brows and saw a pair of dark black silk shoes stopped in front of her.
Then, the fan in her hand was taken away.
She raised her head and met Luo Yechen's gaze.
The two looked at each other.
After a brief silence.
Luo Yechen chuckled.
"You look so beautiful today."
In the past, he only thought that Bu Shengyan was very fierce, like a tigress, and did not care too much about her appearance.
But now, in the light of the candle, her bright face was like a flame, shining into his eyes and burning his heart as well.
Bu Shengyan pursed her lips and smiled, then asked, "How much did you drink?"
She smelled the strong smell of alcohol on Luo Yechen, and his flushed cheeks meant he must have drunk a lot.
There is hangover tea on the small table next to it.
She poured a cup of tea and handed it to Luo Yechen.
Luo Yechen said, "No, I didn't drink much."
Bu Shengyan didn't believe it: "If you didn't drink much, how come you smell so heavily of alcohol?"
Luo Yechen leaned over and spoke in her ear.
“I know those guys will get drunk on purpose.
When they weren't paying attention, I quietly spilled some wine on my clothes.
This makes me smell like alcohol.
Others would think I had drunk a lot, and I would be able to act more convincingly when I pretended to be drunk.
As long as I'm drunk, those people won't be able to force me to drink anymore."
(End of this chapter)
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