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At this moment, Ye Zifen's face was as gloomy as water, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her beautiful eyes revealed deep worry.

Obviously, what she was about to say was extremely important and heavy for her.

After taking a deep breath, Ye Zifen opened her red lips and was about to tell the emperor about his physical condition.

"Your Majesty..." However, just after she uttered these two words, the emperor waved his hand gently, as if he knew what she was about to say, and deliberately changed the subject.

"Fuxia, I would like to ask you today, do you have any unique insights and opinions about the prince's sons?"

The emperor's voice was deep and magnetic, with an unquestionable majesty.

Ye Zifen was slightly startled when she heard the words. Her tense heartstrings relaxed instantly, and her thoughts were pulled in another direction like a wild horse.

She calmed herself down and quickly replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, all the prince's sons are extremely intelligent people, they are the best among men, each with their own strengths!"

After hearing this, the emperor raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and nodded slightly to show his agreement.

But then, he stared at Ye Zifen with his deep eyes again, and said slowly: "If that's the case, then tell me what's going on with Wang Chuanxing now?"

Ye Zifen couldn't help but secretly groan in her heart, because she had not yet successfully brought up the crucial matter of the emperor needing to take medicine on time. But now in front of the emperor, she had no choice but to suppress her inner anxiety temporarily and answer the emperor's questions seriously.

So, she hesitated for a moment, and then answered carefully: "As for my cousin, everything seems to be stable at the moment. But..."

Having said this, Ye Zifen paused for a moment.

Upon seeing this, the emperor immediately asked, "What is this? Tell me the truth!"

Ye Zifen did not dare to hesitate any longer and quickly responded, "It's just that the climate is changeable right now, so we still need to pay more attention to it to avoid any unexpected changes."

After hearing this, the emperor fell into a brief contemplation, as if he was carefully pondering the profound meaning of Ye Zifen's words.

After a long while, he looked up and nodded thoughtfully.

At this moment, Ye Zifen's beautiful and lively eyes turned slightly. She stared closely at the emperor in front of her, thinking secretly how to seize this fleeting opportunity.

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, she opened her red lips slightly, ready to speak again to pick up the topic that had been ruthlessly interrupted before.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Physician..."

However, before she could finish, the emperor waved his hand impatiently and interrupted again: "Okay, I know all this, no need to say more!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Zifen was slightly stunned, and a deep sense of helplessness welled up in her heart.

She had already organized her words and wanted to report to the emperor in detail the imperial physician's diagnosis of the illness and the prescription he prescribed, but at this moment she had to swallow back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"Your Majesty..." She still did not give up and tried to make one last effort.

But the emperor didn't give her the chance at all, and said coldly: "Don't say anything more, I know what's going on. You should leave the palace now."

After saying that, he turned around and didn't look at her again.

Looking at the emperor's receding back, Ye Zifen felt a surge of worry in her heart like a tide.

At this moment, she stood there, feeling a little overwhelmed for a moment, not knowing how to change the current situation.

Finally, Ye Zifen had no choice but to leave the palace. She returned empty-handed that day.

It also made her understand the emperor's intention, and she felt that this was an option with an end in sight.

When she stepped out of the palace gate, she felt that the stone pavement under her feet seemed to tremble slightly, as if foreshadowing that the road ahead was full of endless variables and difficulties and obstacles.

With every step she took, an inexplicable fear would surge in her heart. This feeling followed her like a shadow, making her feel a little scared.

The howling wind swept through the streets and alleys, mercilessly ruffling Ye Zifen's originally neat hair, and at the same time making her already chaotic heart even more confused.

However, at this moment she did not have the time and energy to feel sorry for herself or blame others. Instead, she quickly sorted herself out and hurriedly got on the carriage that had been waiting outside.

As the driver waved the whip, the wheels rolled forward and the car sped away as fast as an arrow.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard all along the way.

Not long after, the carriage arrived at the door of the Fukelai Inn.

Ye Zifen had just got off the car and without even taking a break, she walked straight into the store without hesitation and asked the waiter to call Xiang Zhibo over.

At this time, Zhang Gaoyi also sent someone to carefully deliver the extremely precious map.

The man was seen holding the map steadily in both hands with a solemn expression, as if what he held in his hands was not an ordinary map, but an important confidential document concerning life and death, and weighed a thousand pounds.

Ye Zifen stepped forward quickly and solemnly took the map from the other party.

Then he went to the third floor, entered and opened the drawings.

Then he focused all his attention on this seemingly ordinary drawing.

Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the map at this moment, her gaze focused and serious, not missing any details.

At the same time, she stretched out her slender fingers and moved them slowly along the intricate lines on the map, constantly displaying the approximate topography of the place in her mind.

Thinking about the various situations that may arise next and the response strategies.

At this moment, Ye Zifen stretched out her slender and dexterous hand and picked up the exquisite brush on the table.

Then, she skillfully dipped the pen tip into the thick ink that had been ground beside her. After the tip of the pen fully absorbed the ink, she began to dance quickly on the snow-white paper beside her.

She wrote at an astonishing speed, but every stroke seemed so steady and powerful, as if every word and every mark carried a thousand pounds of weight.

Every time she wrote down a place name, she would pause for a moment, and her bright and deep eyes would narrow slightly, as if she was carefully considering in her mind the meaning of this place and its position in the overall situation.