C9 The Wayward Zhen

The two imperial physicians outside the palace heard that the emperor had left the imperial court a long time ago, but had yet to return. Even the servants who carried the dragon carriage told them not to meddle in the affairs of the palace.

But, but, if they didn't take the emperor's pulse, if the empress asked, they definitely wouldn't have a good ending!

These two imperial physicians were both Xiao Ruoyu's trusted aides in the Grand Hospital. How could they pretend to be ill when Xiao Ruoyu suddenly told them to diagnose whether His Majesty was truly ill? His Majesty had been drunk for so many days and had a fever, yet today he still had a small cold, so how could he pretend to be ill?

But the person to be investigated was the empress, so of course they had to keep their mouths shut and do their job properly.

Far off in the distance, the two old physicians looked at a bright yellow figure and a blue figure. Tears immediately welled in their eyes as they excitedly welcomed them. "This humble subject greets Your Majesty and Imperial Concubine Fu."

Jiang Qiuyue nodded. "Get up, were you summoned by the empress?"

"Exactly. The empress's heart is with His Majesty's dragon body, so she's worried that His Majesty's sickness has not completely healed. " The two imperial physicians broke out in a cold sweat.

The corner of Jiang Qiuyue's mouth curled up into an ice-cold smile. Xiao Ruoyi, since you're so passionate, I'll let you decide what you want.

Jiang Qiuyue took Wang Zujun's hand and led him into the palace, leaving behind only a few words, "You guys come in. Zujun's face has been scratched today. You guys can show it to him."

The two old doctors looked at each other, unable to guess what the female emperor was trying to say.

Usually, when concubines suffered from minor injuries, they would ask the palace maids to go to the Imperial Physician Courtyard for medicine. There wasn't any concubine that needed Imperial Physician to treat minor injuries.

The two imperial physicians walked into the hall uneasily. Jiang Qiuyue sat on the Dragon Throne, while Wang Zujun sat on the second seat. The imperial physician felt slightly fortunate to Jiang Qiuyue and decided to first treat Imperial Concubine Shuang and coax her before giving the emperor his pulse.

"Your Majesty, there's no need to trouble the two imperial physicians. I'm only slightly injured, I'll be fine after applying the medicine. There won't be any scars left on me."

"You need to be careful even with small injuries. If you're not afraid of ten thousand, you're afraid of one. Aren't you trying to make me feel sorry for you?" Jiang Qiuyue didn't know why she was suddenly so worried about a stranger. She was so worried about the scars on his face.

What a strange feeling... It made her feel like she was an elite, or perhaps it could be said that "Jiang Qiu Yue" was not completely dead yet …

Did she have to give him more alcohol to sober up?

However, the truth was that Wang Zujun's face was scratched a little. Her heart was in so much pain that it was on the verge of death, but after knowing that the virtuous wife had been killed by Xiao Ruo Yu, her heart didn't have any changes …

Yes, there was an affair!

Of course, she wasn't talking about herself, but the previous emperor's seventh daughter, Jiang Qiuyue.

It seemed that even if he had a different soul, some of the instincts in his body would not change.

Wang Zujun smiled lightly and narrowed his eyes, no longer saying anything.

The two imperial physicians wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads. The love these two great buddhas showed was truly like a thousand pound boulder pressing down on one's head. This kind of skin injury would clearly be completely healed in two days even without applying medicine.

The old imperial physician's hands trembled as he slowly lifted up the medicine box. He glanced nervously at Jiang Qiuyue, then opened the box to pick a medicinal herb that smelled like hay. Finally, he picked one.

"Your Majesty, apply the powdered Not-Seven on your wounds. It can stop the bleeding and dissolve the blood vessels, so as to hasten the healing of your wounds." One of the old doctors held three or seven extremely reverent souls in his arms, while the other one nodded in agreement.

The palace maid, Fu Ziyun, who was following beside Wang Zunjun, left. She was probably going to the Imperial Hospital to get the medicine.

The old imperial physicians wanted to cry, but they had no tears to shed. Their main task today was to give the emperor a diagnosis!

Under Jiang Qiuyue's burning gaze, the old doctor with the goatee tremblingly checked Jiang Qiuyue's pulse.

An intoxicating smile appeared on the corner of Wang Zhujun's mouth.

The imperial physician quickly retracted his hand, his expression calm. "His Majesty's cold body is still present after getting drunk. In the next few days, he'll still need to rest, and his condition will gradually improve."

Jiang Qiuyue's expression changed slightly as the corners of her lips curled upwards, but she didn't say it directly. "I know."

It seemed like they were going to cover for Xiao Ruo Yu.

The two old doctors wiped the sweat from their foreheads and saluted as they left the palace hall.

But very quickly, the two of them went back to the Palace of Phoenix and Peace.

Xiao Ruo Yu was bored to death as he leaned against the beauty bed. His 3000 silky black hair slanted and covered the beauty bed, falling onto the ground. At this moment, a strand of hair was curled up in his hand, lazily playing with it.

The old imperial physician lowered his head respectfully. "His Majesty still has some intoxicated incense in his body. It looks like it hasn't stopped."

Xiao Ruoyu was expressionless, as if she did not feel surprised at all. Her waveless eyes were so deep that one could not see the bottom of them, causing one to be unable to guess what he was truly thinking, "Alright, let's go."

"This humble official will take his leave." The two old doctors retreated carefully out of Phoenix Nest Palace, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The intimidating power of the emperor stemmed from her sometimes sharp and sometimes gentle moody mood. Once the emperor had made a cold face, no one would dare to look her in the eye. Many timid people would even kneel down, with the exception of the empress.

The empress, on the other hand, exuded a silent oppressive aura. He only needed to stand there quietly and cast an indifferent gaze over to the surrounding air, which seemed to become ice-cold.