Mo Chuan was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he covered her with a brocade quilt. Remembering that her whole body was wet with sweat, it would be very uncomfortable to sleep like this, so he wanted to find a towel and hot water to help her scrub her.
But when he looked around, he found that the environment was unfamiliar, and he realized that this was not his bedroom, but a quiet room of Doctor Zhang.
He walked over and opened the door. When he stepped out of the threshold, he stumbled and almost fell.
A gray figure suddenly appeared, supported him, and called out worriedly: "Your Majesty!"
That person was none other than Zhui Feng.
Behind him came Doctor Zhang.
Doctor Zhang held a steaming bowl of soup in his hand, the smell of medicine was fragrant in his nose, and he carefully handed it to Mo Chuan.
"Your Majesty, Weichen has prepared the medicine. You can take it while it's hot."
"Um."
Mo Chuan closed his eyes and his face was as pale as paper. He wanted to take the medicine bowl, but his fingers moved and his arms hung down weakly.
His internal energy was consumed so much that he felt that his legs were limp and without any strength. Even standing was difficult. If Zhui Feng hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.
When Doctor Zhang saw it, he felt that the bowl of medicine he had cooked was very timely and in place, and it was urgently needed by the emperor.
"Mr. Zhang, you... you go and feed her, I... I want to have a good rest." Mo Chuan's voice was also weak, which made Zhui Feng even more worried.
Zhui Feng had never seen the emperor so weak and weak, and his pair of star-like eyes had lost their luster.
In his impression, the emperor had always been full of energy, but now he looked depressed, as if he had a serious illness. He couldn't help but admire Dr. Zhang's ability to predict the unknown, and at the same time, he looked at Dr. Zhang gratefully.
"..." Doctor Zhang paused. He glanced into the room and saw Shen Ning lying on the couch and sleeping soundly. His face was no longer blood-red, like the petals of peach blossoms glowing with a faint blush in March. There was a slight smile on her lips, and her sleeping face was so calm that he knew she was okay.
He added: "Your Majesty, the Queen Concubine does not need to take medicine. Her medicinal properties have been completely eliminated. This bowl was specially boiled by Wei Chen for the Emperor to drink. The Emperor detoxified the Queen Concubine and consumed a lot of it. This medicine will be harmful to the Emperor's body. It’s helpful.”
Mo Chuan's eyes were slightly closed. He really felt that his internal energy was exhausted, and his dantian was even more empty. He just wanted to fall down, sit down, and then fall asleep.
So he raised his arm forcefully, took the medicine bowl from Doctor Zhang, drank it all in a few gulps, and then said to Doctor Zhang: "You find a quiet room, I want to take a rest."
"Yes, Your Majesty, please move to the room next to me. It is extremely quiet there and no one will disturb Your Majesty's rest."
Doctor Zhang licked his lips at Zhui Feng, and Zhui Feng supported Mo Chuan and slowly walked to the quiet room next to him.
Mo Chuan stopped and looked sideways at Zhui Feng.
"Zhuifeng, you stay here and if anything goes wrong again, don't come to see me again." The tone was extremely stern.
Zhui Feng immediately felt a chill in his heart and replied: "I obey my orders."
He knew that the emperor had never held him accountable for his dereliction of duty last time when the princess was kidnapped by King Dingyuan. If he failed again this time, he would not have the dignity to be the emperor's secret guard again without the emperor having to say anything. He must find a tree to hang himself from.
Mo Chuan staggered into the room, closed the door, and immediately sat cross-legged on the couch, quietly practicing his exercises and regulating his breath.