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In this way, Ye Zifen and the two imperial doctors waited here silently, waiting for the emperor to return.

The air around seemed to be completely stagnant at this moment, making people feel a sense of suffocation.

The passage of time here seems to have lost its due meaning. Every short moment is infinitely stretched, appearing so long and unbearable.

The imperial physician stood beside the bed, his forehead already covered with a dense layer of fine beads of sweat, like crystal clear pearls.

The beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, forming a small puddle of water.

He tightly grasped the medical box in his hand. His fingers turned slightly white due to excessive force, and the joints were slightly blue.

He knew very well that Princess Fuxia was extremely concerned and worried about the emperor's illness. If the princess came in person to inquire about the situation, he really didn't know how to answer.

When he thought of this, he felt a chill rising up his spine and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

He was afraid to face the princess's harsh questioning, worried that his medical skills accumulated over the years would be questioned and denied, and even more afraid that he would commit a serious crime for failing to cure the emperor's illness, which might even implicate his family.

"What should we do? If the princess asks about this, how should we respond?"

An imperial physician paced back and forth anxiously, muttering to himself.

At this time, another imperial physician on the side shook his head gently, gave the imperial physician a comforting look, and signaled him not to panic.

"Don't be so panicked. The princess hasn't come yet. We must first calm ourselves down." He said in a low voice.

Hearing this, the doctor took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but his shaking hands still mercilessly exposed the fear deep in his heart.

"I hope the princess won't ask me about this. I also pray to God that the emperor's condition will improve as soon as possible..."

The imperial physician prayed silently in his heart, closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and looked extremely pious.

But they knew that unless a miracle doctor appeared, it would be impossible.

In contrast, Ye Zifen's gaze was always firm and calm, like a calm lake.

She knew very well that she must not panic at this moment and must keep a clear head and a calm attitude in order to deal with any situation that might happen next.

In this way, time passed slowly minute by minute in a suffocating and tense atmosphere, but they could only wait here quietly, anxiously waiting for the final result full of uncertainty.

Fortunately, Ye Zifen was very polite and she didn't ask a single question from beginning to end.

It was less than half an hour before noon. The sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight fell on the magnificent palace buildings, reflecting a dazzling light.

Ye Zifen stood quietly at the palace gate, her beautiful willow-shaped eyebrows tightly furrowed into a deep "川" shape, and her eyes occasionally looked into the distance, as if she was eagerly awaiting someone's return.

"It's already so late, why hasn't the emperor come back yet?" she murmured softly, her voice revealing anxiety and worry that was hard to conceal.

Ye Zifen couldn't help but sigh heavily: "The emperor is busy with state affairs all day long, and even has so little time to rest. If he doesn't pay attention to recuperating, I'm afraid his condition will only get worse."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but pace back and forth in front of the hall, her steps seeming a little flustered.

With each step she took, the ground made a slight sound, as if echoing her inner uneasiness.

At this moment, Ye Zifen's heart was filled with worries, as if shrouded by a dark cloud.

"No, we can't just wait like this any longer!" Ye Zifen suddenly stopped and said as if she had made up her mind.

She turned around and was about to instruct the palace maid beside her to find a eunuch to go to the front to find out the situation.

However, just as she made a move, a familiar sound of footsteps came into her ears.

The emperor walked slowly towards them with steady and powerful steps, followed closely by a group of respectful attendants.

The emperor looked pretty good at this moment, even with a slight blush on his face, and he looked energetic and full of vigor.

However, after seeing the emperor's appearance, Ye Zifen did not feel the slightest bit of relief or peace of mind.

On the contrary, her eyes became sharper and she stared closely at the emperor's seemingly healthy face, trying to find even the slightest bit of abnormality in it.

Because there had been too many times before when the emperor appeared in this seemingly healthy state, but in the end he was still unable to resist the erosion of the disease, like a spent force with no chance of recovery.

Ye Zifen stood aside, staring quietly at the emperor in front of her.

She knew very well that in order to handle the heavy state affairs, the emperor would often ignore his own fatigue and discomfort and force himself to hold on.

However, despite the emperor's efforts to conceal it, her keen eyes still caught those subtle signs - the imperceptible weariness and the occasional flash of pain.

Her eyes were filled with deep worry and irrepressible suspicion, as if she couldn't believe that what she saw was just superficial well-being.

Finally, she mustered up her courage and walked forward slowly, her posture graceful and light.

When she was a few steps away from the emperor, she stopped, bowed slightly, and said softly: "Your Majesty, you are back."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

The emperor sat quietly on the couch, like a steady mountain.

His gaze was not directed at Ye Zifen, but fixed on Princess Fuxia's tightly furrowed brows not far away.

Without words, he could read from the princess's expression the growing worry in her heart.

The emperor sighed softly, and the sigh was as light as the breeze blowing across the lake, causing only a few imperceptible ripples.

But even so, he still pursed his lips and remained silent, as if he was unwilling to reveal his true condition.

The eunuch said, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician is waiting."

The emperor said: "Then let them come over!"

Two imperial doctors hurried in. He first saluted respectfully to the emperor, then carefully stretched out his fingers, placed them on the emperor's wrist, and began to carefully take his pulse for diagnosis.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the imperial physician's diagnosis.