Thirteen's eyes widened in astonishment: "What's going on? Could it be...?"
Recalling the day Heyue met with the Crown Prince's concubine, she suddenly clenched her fist: "It was her? Could Heyue's illness be related to her?"
Prince Yong nodded: "This matter is too coincidental. Perhaps it is indeed related to her, or perhaps someone is deliberately targeting the two of them. If Heyue is to wake up, I'm afraid the imperial physician is not capable."
"How can we wake Heyue up?" Thirteen seemed to have found a piece of driftwood and the only hope for drowning people. He was no longer as dizzy as before and regained his usual spirit.
“I have invited a shaman, we can give it a try.” After making that guess, Prince Yong invited a shaman and then came to visit Thirteen.
Thirteen, beaming with joy, agreed and told the imperial physician to go back first and have the examination again tomorrow.
Then Prince Yong had the shaman brought in and dismissed all the servants.
The shaman wore a fierce-looking mask and strange clothes, resembling a shaman performing a ritual.
However, the Manchus have always believed in shamanism, which often appears in sacrificial rites. Therefore, shamans are considered sacred figures in the hearts of the Manchus, who can remove all the torment of illness.
The leading shaman glanced at Heyue, then spoke a few words in Manchu with Prince Yong and the thirteenth prince.
Both men listened with solemn expressions, and the shaman only began his work after Thirteen nodded.
Three shamans dressed in the same manner jumped around Heyue, chanting something.
Thirteen clenched his fists tightly, his heart pounding with anxiety.
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