Qin Zhaoyue turned her gaze to the old man.
"Oh, isn't this an old acquaintance? Dean Liao, how have you been lately?"
The previous fake pregnancy scandal caused this old imperial physician to be reprimanded by the Empress Dowager, and she felt somewhat guilty about it.
She wanted to find an opportunity to make amends, but since the other person was already the head of the department, she couldn't get involved in his promotion; as for giving him something in return... she was a little reluctant to part with the hard-earned money, so the matter was put on hold.
Now that we meet again, we should at least give each other some face and show a smile.
Liao Qingyuan's heart pounded wildly at her warm greeting, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
Last time, the diagnosis of pregnancy resulted in a huge misunderstanding, almost costing me my life.
This time, they had just firmly stated that they couldn't find the cause of the coma, and then the person woke up on their own...
He became increasingly certain that this sixth princess was specifically designed to bring him down, a sword hanging over his career as a royal physician!
The Third Princess stepped forward and gently but firmly took Xiao Jiu from Qin Zhaoyue's arms.
Liao Qingyuan walked shakily to the bedside, his posture extremely respectful: "Your Highness..."
After calming himself down, he placed three fingers on her wrist again to check her pulse.
Qin Zhaoyue was actually a little apprehensive, after all, she had such a big secret hidden in her body: the "Heavenly Disc".
But then I thought about it again, and even the combined efforts of the holders of the "territory" and the "personal territory" failed to pinpoint her location.
Although this old fellow in front of me has superb medical skills, he is just a mortal. How much ability can he possibly have?
Thinking of this, I immediately felt relieved.
Liao Qingyuan closed his eyes and concentrated, focusing his energy under his fingers, repeatedly observing the subtle changes in the inch-to-inch space.
Time passed slowly, and cold sweat began to seep from his forehead again.
The pulse remained steady and strong, and the blood and qi were abundant, just as they had been before the coma, with no abnormalities whatsoever.
After a long while... "That's enough," he sighed in despair, his last shred of resistance extinguished.
If I'm not good at the craft, so be it. I'll accept my fate.
He slowly withdrew his hand, his old face revealing undisguised dejection, and his voice was hoarse as he spoke:
"His Highness is in good health, and his pulse is no different from what I diagnosed earlier."
A subtle silence fell over the hall for a moment.
One pulse before falling into a coma, another pulse after waking up, what's going on?
Could this old man be blind and mentally impaired due to his advanced age?
Just then, Qin Zhaoyue stepped forward.
"Director Liao is truly a miracle doctor. I feel great and have a great appetite."
She had to fawn over Director Liao, jokingly, because he was the old man who had helped her with things before.
When it comes to benevolence and righteousness, Qin Zhaoyue, the star, never falls short.
Ugh! Liao Qingyuan's old face twitched, and tears almost welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Yes, it's because he's incompetent and his skills are lacking.
He accepted the ridicule he received!
Should I retire? Or perhaps I should just retire and call it quits?
Qin Zhaowan remained calm and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Chief Physician Liao. Fourth brother, please see Lord Liao off for me."
Liao Qingyuan was too ashamed to accept the princess's escort. He was about to decline when the Fourth Princess, Qin Zhaoshu, had already walked up to his side.
"Please, Dean Liao."
His voice was cold and detached, leaving no room for argument.
Liao Qingyuan swallowed his words of refusal, his throat bobbing, and silently followed that aloof figure out of the house.
Upon reaching a secluded spot outside, Qin Zhaoshu stopped, not turning around, his voice calm.
"What happened to Sixth Sister tonight was nothing more than drinking a few too many cups of wine at the banquet and being unable to hold her liquor for a moment."
Aside from His Majesty, please do not mention this to anyone else, Lord Liao. As for the case…
Liao Qingyuan understood immediately and bowed deeply, saying:
"Your Highness, rest assured, this old minister understands. The Sixth Prince was merely intoxicated; his pulse is clear and unobstructed, and this old minister will record it truthfully." This wasn't exactly a lie; he had indeed drunk some alcohol, and his pulse was indeed normal.
The problem is, he wanted to write something else but had no other choice; otherwise, he would have to make it up.
"Hmm." The fourth princess nodded slightly and said no more.
Meanwhile, inside the bedchamber, there was a false alarm. Everyone gathered around Qin Zhaoyue and chatted for a while, and a palace maid brought over some hangover soup.
The Third Princess gently coaxed the three little ones, finally getting the crying Little Ninth and the curious Little Seventh and Little Eighth to obediently follow the palace servants back to rest.
I talked to Xiao Liu for a while, but I didn't get any information about men.
Qin Zhaowan and Qin Zhaoshu left the side hall and went to the study in the main hall.
The candlelight was bright, and the unclosed scrolls lay open on the desk, the air filled with the faint scent of ink and agarwood.
"Fourth Sister," Qin Zhaowan sat down in the rosewood armchair by the window, her knuckles unconsciously tapping the smooth armrest, her gaze turning to the opposite side, "What do you think of what happened just now?"
Qin Zhaoshu did not sit down, but stood in front of the bookshelf, his fingertips brushing against the spine of an ancient book, and pondered for a moment.
"It seems that Xiao Liu is hiding a lot of secrets. His coma today came about strangely, and it left strangely as well."
"Perhaps," Qin Zhaowan replied noncommittally, picking up the jade teacup beside her, but not drinking.
"You spent most of the day with that Second Princess of Shuofeng, did you notice anything unusual?"
"There's nothing special about it. In my opinion, she probably just wanted to go out for a walk."
"Tsk," Qin Zhaowan looked at her with a half-smile, "I say, Fourth Brother, can't you be a little more frank in front of your sister?"
Qin Zhaoshu remained calm and met her gaze with unwavering composure.
"Indeed, nothing unusual was found, but I did witness your sister's methods of 'seducing men'."
"Ha, you talk as if she's not your own sister."
Qin Zhaowan rolled her eyes, stood up, walked to the desk, picked up a document,
"Alright, we've played around for half the day. There are still some issues with the provincial examination papers that urgently need to be addressed. You and I will work together..."
Before she finished speaking, Qin Zhaoshu turned around without hesitation, her skirt tracing a clean arc as she walked straight towards the door.
"I'm sorry to trouble you, Third Sister. I'm tired, so I'll take my leave now."
Qin Zhaowan stared in the direction she had disappeared, pursed her lips, and muttered to herself:
"Just like when I was a child, this stubborn personality of mine is really unpleasant."
There was little blame in his tone, but rather a hint of helplessness. He gave a soft hum and sat back down at his desk.
Meanwhile, inside the brightly lit Imperial Study.
Chu Xinglan, the official in charge of the Ziwei Terrace, stood tall and straight like a pine tree before the imperial desk, his voice clear and melodious.
"Your Majesty, according to Jiang Wuyai's report, it has been determined that the assassins who carried out the assassination during the disaster relief operation were Yan Wujiu and Yang Wuhui, former disciples of the Tianyan Sect."
Empress Qin Minghuang slowly raised her phoenix eyes, her gaze like a deep pool suddenly freezing into ice, yet also as if a thousand-pound thunder was brewing and surging within them. An invisible, terrifying pressure spread out, instantly filling the entire imperial study.
His thin lips parted slightly, each word deliberate and chilling, "Yan Wujiu..."
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