OBS Chapter 304 Suppression
Chapter 304 Suppression
After Yan Wan left, the emperor's face darkened.
"Jinzhong, call the imperial physician."
The emperor clearly noticed the changes in his body.
He felt a little annoyed. He had been too indulgent these days. He was already a little frivolous. He had vomited blood last night and was now even more destitute.
The Imperial Physician had been waiting there, and upon hearing the summons, he rushed over to take the emperor's pulse.
"Were you the one who took my pulse last night?"
The emperor was sitting on the edge of the bed in his bright yellow nightgown, feeling a splitting headache. He covered his forehead and saw Doctor Bao's unpleasant face, feeling uneasy.
"Yes, last night was extremely dangerous. Your Majesty had taken a lot of tonics in the past few days, so he was already very deficient. Originally, he only needed to take some supplements and have a good rest to make up for the deficiency. However, you were too excited, causing your Qi and blood to flow in the opposite direction. If you had been any later, I'm afraid..."
Doctor Bao stopped talking at that point, and the emperor automatically completed his words.
I'm afraid she'll piss me off to death.
The emperor remained silent and began to blame Ruyi in his heart.
After all, I am my nemesis. I wonder how I need to become my nemesis before I will be satisfied?
He should have listened to the Imperial Observatory and stayed away from her.
After thinking it over, he stretched out his hand towards him, motioning him to continue taking his pulse: "See how my body is doing. Don't hide anything."
As for Xiao Dezi, the emperor had no intention of punishing him.
This was his decision in the first place. If he were to punish him, wouldn't that prove he was wrong? Moreover, the matter had already been covered up. Someone had died in front of the emperor for no apparent reason, which only made people suspect what he had done.
The fact that she was deposed was already eye-catching enough.
After taking the emperor's pulse, Doctor Bao looked nervous and was thinking about how to speak more tactfully.
The emperor is over fifty years old after all. He should have been pure-hearted and free from desires so that he can enjoy his old age.
But he indulged himself too much and drank too much, which caused liver fire to accumulate. Vomiting blood was a good thing, as it could expel the pent-up anger in his chest, but his body was probably not as good as before.
"Your Majesty, I believe you are in good health. The blood you vomited last night was due to stagnant Qi and blood. Fortunately, I was able to administer acupuncture in time to protect your heart meridians. You will gradually replenish your body's deficiency, but you must avoid excessive indulgence in sexual activities and cultivate your body and mind in order to prolong your life. I will discuss medication with the other imperial physicians. I hope Your Majesty will follow the doctor's orders and take your medication on time."
Doctor Bao tried to speak as tactfully as possible, for he was afraid that if he spoke too seriously, the emperor would be furious and chop him to pieces.
I'm almost sixty, so it's normal that my health isn't as good as when I was young. It's better to keep it a secret for now and take more supplements later. I'll try to hold on as long as I can.
To put it bluntly, it cannot be recovered. If you take care of your body, perhaps you can live longer.
"Really? But why do I feel a little overwhelmed?"
The emperor was skeptical. His body was so soft that even raising his hand was difficult for him.
You should know that last August, he rode a horse and played the harp, and went hunting with a group of generals in the autumn.
"Your Majesty is nearly fifty-five. You've toiled so hard for state affairs that you've lost too much energy and blood. That's why you feel so weak..."
Is that really the case?
The emperor gasped, but still chose to believe him.
"Well, in that case, you must heal me as quickly as possible. How long will it take to restore me to my original physical condition?"
"Sometimes it can be as short as one or two years, or as long as three to five years."
As Doctor Bao answered, sweat unconsciously flowed down his forehead.
As people age, their bodies naturally decline. To restore the Emperor's appearance is simply wishful thinking.
He didn't dare to say it directly. Mentality is the key to recovery. If the emperor lived more open-mindedly, he might be able to recover. But if he knew the truth and was devastated, it would be difficult for him to recover.
"Why is it so long? Didn't you say I was in good health?"
When the emperor heard that it would take several years to recover, his face fell.
"Qi and blood are difficult to replenish, and Your Majesty has already suffered a great loss. We must do it slowly. If we force the replenishment, it may harm the dragon body, Your Majesty."
Hearing this, the emperor was quite annoyed and waved his hand, signaling Doctor Bao to leave.
He had never imagined that just a little indulgence would lead to such an outcome.
We have to blame Ruyi. If she hadn't gone to the imperial boat last night and made herself so angry that she vomited blood, this wouldn't have happened.
The emperor felt a little regretful and decided that the punishment he gave Ruyi was too light.
If I had known this earlier, I would have kept her in the palace forever to prevent her from harming him in the palace.
"Your Majesty, would you like to have breakfast first? The Imperial Noble Consort has sent a supplementary meal..."
The emperor sat upright on the bed, listening to Jinzhong's words, nodded slightly, then raised his hand to signal, ordering someone to change him into casual clothes immediately.
But as he stood up, he was suddenly struck by a strong feeling of dizziness, which made him stagger. Jinzhong rushed forward to support him, and the emperor was able to steady himself and take slow, unsteady steps.
It was nearly May, the season of lush greenery and warmth outside. Yet the emperor felt as if he were in the dead of winter, his entire body tinged with chill. He shivered and hurriedly ordered Jinzhong to fetch him another coat.
After Jinzhong brought the undergarment for the emperor to put on, the emperor allowed Jinzhong to stand behind him and comb his hair. His eyes accidentally fell on the black hair and he found that there were many silver strands mixed in it.
I don’t know if these white hairs have grown slowly over the past few years or appeared overnight.
"Jinzhong, am I really old?"
After saying this, he sighed slightly, with a hint of loneliness and unwillingness in his voice.
He had indulged himself a few times in his youth, but he had never felt so helpless.
"Your Majesty works day and night for state affairs, which is unavoidable. I have accompanied Your Majesty all the way here. Your white hair is a testament to Your Majesty's hard work for the country. If Your Majesty doesn't like it, I will choose one for you."
Jinzhong stopped what he was doing and waited for the emperor's answer.
The emperor frowned, his face full of fatigue and impatience. After a long silence, he waved his hand and sighed.
"Never mind. I'm over fifty, time flies, and a few strands of gray hair are normal. I simply don't have the heart to deal with the Empress Dowager's constant harassment. Jinzhong, convey my decree: The Empress has failed in her moral conduct, brazenly cutting her hair as an oath in the palace. This is a crime of great disrespect and unbecoming of a mother of the nation. Considering our long-standing relationship, I will only depose her and move her to the cold palace as a punishment."
When mentioning Ruyi, the emperor paused and his tone grew colder.
"Pass this order down. No one in the harem is allowed to discuss this matter. Anyone who disobeys this order will be punished without mercy. As for the court, any disputes regarding the dethronement of the empress will be dismissed and ignored. I have made my decision. Anyone who dares to speak up for the deposed empress, regardless of their rank or merit, will be demoted to a commoner. No mercy will be shown."
After saying this, the emperor slowly closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to be bothered by this matter anymore, but his frown didn't relax at all.
Fortunately, the queen had lived in seclusion in Yiku Palace for many years, so cutting her hair was not too abrupt.
He was already a benevolent and righteous person. Otherwise, if he had been charged with cursing the emperor, not only Ruyi but also everyone in the Ulanara family would have had no chance of survival.