Zi'an threw himself into his arms, buried his head in his chest, listened to his heartbeat, and said quietly: "Something happened."
"Tell me, tell me, if there is anything, we will face it together." Murong Jie hugged her tighter, her abnormality made him very uneasy.
Zi'an was silent for a moment, then said depressedly, "I find that I can't leave you anymore, Murong. I think I'm in love with you."
Murong Jie was stunned. This was a question that neither of them wanted to ask. Although they both understood each other's feelings, they never spoke them out loud easily. He also thought that she might never say it in her entire life.
"What on earth happened?" Murong Jie understood her personality. She was definitely not an emotional person. Something must have happened.
Zi'an raised his head, "I confessed my feelings, and this is your reaction?"
Murong Jie shook his head. "No, you are hiding something in your heart. I would not ask you before. For example, when you talked about your career as a military doctor, I would wait until you were willing to talk about it. However, you made me very uneasy tonight. Did something happen?"
Zi'an stared at the concern in his eyes and took his hand instead, "Let's sit down in the pavilion. I'll tell you anything you have questions about, including my career as a military doctor."
The two walked to the pavilion and sat down. Murong Jie seemed a little nervous and kept looking at her.
Zi'an said first: "Let's make a deal. I will tell you everything, but you also have to tell me about the emperor's illness."
Although she didn't know what disease the emperor had or whether she had any way to cure it, the emperor's death at this time and the fact that he was infected with the same fate as her were threatening him, meant that he was in danger.
So, knowing the emperor's condition, she would think of a way and try her best.
Murong Jie shook his head, "You don't need to know about the emperor's illness. This disease cannot be cured."
"We should be honest with each other until now. The emperor cannot die, at least not now, do you understand?" Zi'an was a little excited.
"What happened?" Murong Jie asked.
Zi'an sighed, "Today, the noble concubine asked me to talk to her. She told me that the emperor was about to die. You knew the emperor's condition, so you probably knew something about this, right?"
"Although I am very worried about the emperor, there are some things we can't do anything about." Murong Jie said silently.
"But once the emperor dies, the court will be in chaos..."
Murong Jie smiled faintly, "You're worried about this? There's no need to worry. Before the emperor dies, the prince will definitely be deposed."
"Who is the candidate for the emperor? Prince Liang? Prince Ye? The Third Prince? Or Prince Nan Huai?"
Murong Jie's expression was somewhat cold, "What did she tell you?"
Zi'an didn't answer directly, but continued: "In order to support the King of Liang or the Third Prince, we must first get rid of the King of Nan Huai, right
Zi'an's eyes turned sad, "But you can't kill him. If you kill him, you will die too."
Murong Jie was startled, "What do you mean?"
Zi'an's eyes turned red. "Do you know about the same fate Gu? You were infected with the same fate Gu, you are the son Gu, and King Nan Huai should be the mother Gu. Once the mother Gu dies, the son Gu will die as well."
"Who told you that?" Murong Jie's face was solemn. "She?"
Zi'an nodded, "She didn't say it directly. Actually, I noticed your pulse and heartbeat were not normal a while ago. I didn't think much of anything else at the time, but today she mentioned the Fate Gu to me, so I immediately went to the palace to find the judge and learned some preliminary information about the Fate Gu. After I came back, I walked around your pericardium meridian and found that you were indeed feeling unwell."
Murong Jie was silent for a moment, then said, "If I don't kill him, will I be fine?"
"You can say that." Zi'an didn't know much about witchcraft, but he heard that this was what the judge meant.
"If we don't kill him, there are still a hundred ways to deal with him. What are you worried about?" Murong Jie said.
"Instead of killing him, let him go? If you let him go, he will always find a way to seize the government, and then the Great Zhou will be in turmoil for at least a few decades. Detain him? If he has no hope of becoming emperor, he will have a hundred ways to commit suicide." Zi'an said.
"Have you been diagnosed?" Murong Jie asked.
"I..." She was not sure, but if it was not the same-life Gu, his pulse and heartbeat were too abnormal. Moreover, his heart would ache when he moved through the pericardium meridian. Unless he had heart disease, however, he looked very healthy on a daily basis and was able to perform martial arts, so he had no symptoms of heart disease.
"Don't worry about it for now, okay?" Murong Jie comforted her instead.
Zi'an raised his head and looked at him. "What is the emperor's illness? If you can't let outsiders know, can't you let me know? I can't possibly let anyone know."
Murong Jie said: "If you have a way to cure it, I will tell you, but this disease has been incurable since it was discovered."
"Didn't they say before that epilepsy cannot be cured? I have cured it." Zi'an said.
Murong Jie said nothing, he was still hesitating.
Zi'an tried to persuade him again: "Maybe I really do have a way. You don't want the emperor to die, do you? If there is a glimmer of hope, would you let it go?"
Murong Jie raised his head and looked at her, as if he had made up his mind, "Okay, I'll tell you."
Zian hummed and looked at him.
Murong Jie said, "The previous Ming Emperor was a tyrant. He imposed heavy taxes and started wars, which angered the people. In the fifteenth year of Ming's reign, he suddenly fell ill, and many spots appeared on his face and body. In addition, a small human face was found next to his ear. When this matter spread, the people talked about it a lot. They all said that the ghosts of the people he killed were still alive, and that it was God's punishment for Ming Emperor, so he got the ghost face sore. Since then, the ghost face sore has become a cursed disease, and the people think that anyone who suffers from the ghost face sore has done many evil things."
"Your Majesty, do you have ghost face sores?" Zi'an didn't know what ghost face sores were, but it was not uncommon for people to have spots on their face and body.
"Yes, but the emperor's face and body are covered with spots, which is very scary. And there is a human face on his left arm. This matter must not be known to anyone, otherwise, the Murong family will lose its prestige in the hearts of the people, and everyone will think that the emperor is an emperor punished by God." Murong Jie said in a deep voice.
"What is the ghost face sore like? Hasn't it been discovered before?" Zi'an asked.
"It is a human face, with a nose, eyes and mouth. As for whether it existed before, I don't know."
Zi'an remembered the human face sore mentioned in ancient times. There are records of it in traditional Chinese medicine. The sore grows like a human face, mostly on the knees or elbows, and has human-like eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose. The original recipe says that the person can eat and drink through the sore mouth. Li Shizhen of the Ming Dynasty also encountered a human face sore, which was later cured. Of course, there was no Li Shizhen in this time and space.
I don’t know if the ghost face sores and human face sores he mentioned are the same. If they are the same, then they are just parasitic twins.
However, the parasitic fetus has the condition from birth and will not be covered with spots all over the body and face, so the situation is still somewhat different.
Zi'an said, "How about this, you take me to the palace. I want to see the emperor's condition."
Murong Jie shook his head, "Zi'an, you'd better not go. If you take over the treatment and fail to cure the patient, you will not be able to face the accusations of the officials. Moreover, if the emperor dies, have you ever thought about what kind of crimes the wicked people will fabricate for you?"
(End of this chapter)