Qin Zhao said, "I wish to see His Majesty."
"You can see the emperor whenever you want?" Commander Yang said impatiently, "Get out of here now, or I'll take you down as an assassin!"
Qin Zhao said calmly, "Please tell me that I am Qin Zhao, the top scholar in Jiangling Prefecture this year. I have some knowledge of medicine. I heard that Your Majesty has been seriously ill for several months. I am willing to treat you."
Commander Yang barely listened to him and waved his hand, saying, "Your Majesty will not see anyone. Get lost!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the main house opposite the courtyard suddenly opened and a maid came out: "Commander Yang, the emperor wants this gentleman to come in for a chat."
"What?"
The oral instructions delivered personally by the maid were actually equivalent to the emperor's orders, and the commander of the guards had to obey them.
But Commander Yang not only ignored him, but also refuted him, saying, "Your Majesty is ill and weak, how can he meet with outsiders casually? If anything goes wrong, can you bear the blame?"
Qin Zhao frowned.
How can an emperor be a mere commander of the imperial guards if he dares to contradict the imperial edict?
Before Qin Zhao could react, another person came out of the house.
Deng Tianyou walked quickly to the gate and said to Commander Yang in a friendly tone, "Commander Yang, I've met this Qin Jieyuan once, and I can vouch for him. Qin Jieyuan is a skilled doctor. I've just asked His Majesty for permission, and he's agreed to let Qin Jieyuan take his pulse. I hope Commander Yang will do me a favor."
The young emperor twice issued oral instructions asking people to come in for a meeting, and Commander Yang had no choice but to obey no matter how reluctant he was.
He snorted coldly and stepped aside to make way: "Go ahead."
Qin Zhao bowed to him and walked towards the main house.
The guesthouse in this mountain temple wasn't particularly well-equipped. The interior was minimalist, and one could see everything at a glance. The room was quiet. Qin Zhao closed the door and turned to see the young man sitting on the couch.
Qin Zhao walked up to him and bowed to him: "Your Majesty, I am here."
The little emperor lowered his head and responded muffledly without saying anything.
Qin Zhao frowned slightly, but remained patient: "Your Majesty, please extend your hand. I will feel your pulse for you."
He took out a wrist pillow from his medicine box and placed it on the small table next to the little emperor.
The little emperor obediently stretched out his hand and let Qin Zhao take his pulse.
After a moment, Qin Zhao withdrew his hand: "Your Majesty is in good health, but you need to keep your mind calm and avoid excessive ups and downs and worrying too much."
"W-What do you mean?"
"Relax, don't be nervous." Qin Zhao sighed. "Qi Xuan, after all these years, why are you still the one who hides away when things get tough? Is this how you become an emperor?"
The little emperor shuddered reflexively and sat up straight.
Qin Zhao just felt a headache.
He thought that after not seeing him for so many years, this person would have made some progress, but why was he still so timid?
Qin Zhao had just met with the young emperor in the main hall and had expected him to come find him. However, he waited until almost noon with no news at all, forcing him to come on his own initiative.
...If he waits any longer, his young husband will starve to death.
Qin Zhao didn't bother wasting any more time with him and asked directly, "There are rumors that you are seriously ill. What's going on?"
"I... I'm not sick." Qi Xuan whispered, "It's my mother..."
The same as Qin Zhao’s guess.
It was the Queen Mother who controlled the little emperor and made him pretend to be sick.
"Has the Queen Mother been governing the country behind the scenes all these years?" Qin Zhao asked again.
This is not difficult to guess.
If the little emperor had a little more dignity, the guards around him would not be so domineering.
He didn't even listen to his master.
"You didn't seem too surprised to see me still alive," Qin Zhao asked. "How much do you know about what happened back then?"
"Back then... it was Queen Mother who sent someone to assassinate you." Qi Xuan paused, then continued, "I only learned about this after you left for Jiangling. Queen Mother had made some arrangements, and I couldn't contact you. By the time the people I sent arrived, you had already disappeared."
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