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This batch of Dark Guard only recognized and did not recognize people, and were solely dispatched by His Majesty.

It was just that for some reason, after Qu Yiyu ascended the throne, these Dark Guard that never saw the light of day suddenly spread throughout every corner of the Imperial Palace, causing many of the families to suffer heavy losses while lying in ambush in the palace.

However, only experts like them knew what was going on in the dark. Those officials didn't dare to openly demand an explanation from the new emperor.

Unsurprisingly, with everyone's silent approval, Qu Yiyu's power gradually changed, and sometimes, in the imperial court, things would be done according to his plan.

No one objected, because those who opposed it would always lose their lives in the various accidents that followed.

"Yes, lady."

Even if she had thousands of doubts in her heart, she was still just a slave after all. Furthermore, Lu Yanxin's temperament had always been bad, so it was best for her to avoid trouble.

Within the Misty Pavilion.

Mu Hanyan laid on the bed on the second floor with a pale face. This was the place Qu Yiyu had specially instructed her to rest when they were building back then.

Her body was weak to begin with, and adding that her face was somewhat pale, Mu Hanyan's clear complexion looked like a fairy that would disappear, causing people to uncontrollably feel pity for her.

"How is it?"

Qu Yiyu stood at the side of the bed, looking at the imperial physician who was taking Mu Hanyan's pulse.

The imperial physician had been checking his pulse for almost a quarter of an hour already. With the constant pressure from the emperor's imperial might, a thin layer of sweat permeated through the imperial physician's forehead.

"Reporting to the emperor," the old imperial physician stood up shakily. "Imperial Noble Consort's body is already weak. In addition to the fact that his sleep has always been poor, he should only need to rest for a few days."

"Should?!" Qu Yiyu's tone carried some anger.

"What do you mean yes? Since when did our Imperial Noble Consort become your experimental subject? We want you all to make a precise diagnosis!"

Mu Hanyan's jade-like fingers moved like Haoyue's, causing Qu Yiyu's gaze to fall on her body. She immediately crouched down and checked her, only showing signs of waking up, but still not waking up.

"What is the use of us raising you bunch of quack doctors?! Even one of our Imperial Noble Consort s cannot diagnose it! "

Five or six imperial physicians were kneeling on the floor. It was unknown whether it was because they were afraid or because they were too old, but they were all shivering.

After the Emperor heard that the Imperial Noble Consort had fainted, he ordered Eunuch Fu to the imperial hospital to call for the most experienced and highest-ranked imperial physician. However, after more than four hours of inspection, they still could not find anything.

The imperial physician who had just diagnosed him was the oldest and most experienced of all the imperial physicians. If he couldn't do anything about it, there was no need to mention the other imperial physicians.

"Your majesty, please forgive this subject for taking the risk of my life to advise you. Imperial Noble Consort suddenly fainted. A relatively young imperial physician suddenly spoke up.

An older imperial physician next to him quietly tugged at his sleeve, indicating that he should stop talking.

Qu Yiyu naturally noticed all of these small movements.

"What is it? "All of you, who have eaten the salary of the imperial court, dare you keep it a secret from me?"

No one in the room said a word, Qu Yiyu's gaze shifted back to the imperial physician who had just spoke.

"You just said that Imperial Noble Consort's body has poison?"

Qu Yiyu's eyes suddenly became sharp and dangerous, "Let me tell you, I hate people who spout alarmingly or gossip the most in my life. If you dare to lie to me, I'll take your life!"

When the young imperial physician heard this, there was no sign of panic on his face.

"This humble subject does not dare lie to Your Majesty. Just now, when this humble subject was inspecting the body, there was a strange movement in Imperial Noble Consort's body, at the beginning this subject did not care, but then I realized that this seemed to be the reaction of a foreign body in my body."

"Qu Yiyu pondered slightly. Do you have a way to cure lady? "

"This humble subject's experience is still shallow, I'm afraid I can't, but this humble subject's master might be able to." The man's head was lowered, and the official hat covered most of his face, causing Qu Yiyu to not be able to see it clearly.

"Raise your head, and let me take a look at you."

The man raised his head. Under his official hat, he had the appearance of a teenager with red lips and white teeth. He looked very handsome.

"You're so young and you're already an imperial physician?"

Generally speaking, to be an imperial physician required not only knowledge, but also a certain level of qualifications, a lot of experience, and a decent amount of hands-on skills. This was the first time he'd seen such a young imperial physician.

"Reporting to the emperor, this is a newly advanced imperial physician. Although he is still young, he has a deep knowledge of medicinal herbs and is very outstanding amongst many disciples."

The imperial physician who had pulled him a moment ago hastily rose to his feet.

It had been a long time since the hospital had to face a disciple with this level of talent. He had finally managed to recruit one this year, but he couldn't allow the Emperor to kill him just because of a woman.

"Since you have done some research, then the strange object in Imperial Noble Consort's body should be easy for this person, right?"

Qu Yiyu's gaze landed on him, carrying a bit of probing.

The older imperial physician looked at Qu Yiyu and was even more worried. Imperial Noble Consort Yan had always been favored by the Emperor.

He really wanted to say some good words and plead for this disciple of his who did not know the limits of the heavens and earth.

But with Jun Ruo and Hu, he had a large family behind him, and even if he had that kind of heart, he couldn't ignore his wife and children.

This humble subject does not have enough experience, but this humble subject is willing to invite master from Imperial Noble Consort to come out and diagnose Imperial Noble Consort. If Master is not willing, then this humble subject is also willing to give it a try.

It was a very humble statement, but the old imperial physician could clearly see a hint of danger in Qu Yiyu's eyes.

Such a good seedling would probably die here.

"Alright, I'll give you three days. Financial power is not a problem. As long as I can get your master to come, I won't be stingy if I can do it."

After Qu Yiyu said this, he bent down to pick up the unconscious Mu Hanyan from the bed and brought him with her servant to leave.

The young imperial physician respectfully bowed his head in agreement.

All the other doctors in the room shook their heads at him. They left one after another, either because they felt sorry for him or because they mocked his intelligence.

Only the oldest imperial physician walked over and patted him on the shoulder. His strength carried a bit of strength, which was completely inconsistent with the image of the trembling old man kneeling on the ground.

Within the princess' mansion.

Qu Xue'er's face was very pale. Ever since they had returned to the palace, her appetite had grown day by day, and the food she ate had become lesser and lesser. Her usually lively figure now looked somewhat emaciated.

A little girl was carrying a plate of pastries towards her.

"princess, this is your favorite tiffin. Today, the royal kitchen specially chose the best ingredients to make it. This servant will bring you some."

Qu Xue'er leaned on the back of the chair, completely not giving her the slightest glance.

palace maid suddenly walked towards her. As the distance between the two gradually closed, palace maid suddenly crouched down.